Page 200 of Claimed By the Maharaja
The answer came out immediately.
Bharat Jogra was many things. Controlled. Calculating. Infuriating.
But not that.
“Then what?” Pooja asked.
Yamini shook her head once. “It doesn't matter.”
“It matters to you.”
She swallowed. “He married me for revenge,” she said finally.
Pooja frowned. “Did he tell you that?”
Yamini’s jaw clenched. “He made it obvious.”
Pooja frowned. “How? He has always given you things before you even ask. He’s protective.”
“All of those were lies,” Yamini said, her voice sharpening, “And I returned whatever he has given me.”
Pooja leaned back and studied her. “You still love him.”
“No.” The word came out too fast, too sharp. “I have never loved him.”
The denial echoed louder than the truth would have.
Pooja didn't push. Her gaze drifted to the monitor, where the preview of Bharat's image still sat in the corner.
“He doesn't look like a man who would just let you go,” Pooja said carefully.
Yamini's chest tightened. She closed the laptop screen halfway.
“He doesn't get a choice.”
She knew what Bharat was capable of. He could apply pressure if he wanted to. Not because he wanted her back. But to only make things harder for her.
She pushed the thought away.
“I've accepted a job abroad,” she said.
Pooja blinked. “What?”
“I applied before the marriage. They reached out again and I said yes.”
“Where?” Pooja asked.
“London.”
Pooja was quiet for a moment.
“You're leaving the country?” Pooja said, stunned.
“Yes.”
“When?”
“Soon.”
