Page 181 of Claimed By the Maharaja
“You planned this,” she said.
“Yes.”
There was no hesitation.
She looked at him, searching for guilt or triumph. But she found nothing.
Her jaw tightened. “You planned my life too.”
There was silence.
“You had those photographs sent to me last year,” she said.
“I made sure you saw the truth.”
Her pulse jumped when he didn’t deny it.
“You destroyed Rahul,” she said.
“He deserved it.”
That was probably true, but it didn't make it simpler.
Because it changed nothing about the fact that Bharat had been the one who went after Rahul.
“You interfered in my life,” she said. “You got me hired as the PR photographer for your company.”
“Yes.”
His voice remained calm.
There was no apology or denial. And no attempt to soften any of it.
Anger rose inside her. “You don't get to control my life.”
His gaze settled on hers. “No.”
The single word surprised her. She had expected a command, not agreement.
She inhaled deeply. “Why did you marry me if not for revenge?”
His hand lifted and brushed a strand of hair away from her face.
The gentle gesture shocked her.
“I married the woman I was meant to.”
He said nothing more.
Her breath came out slowly.
She had spent weeks waiting for a confession, an explanation, or proof that everything had been revenge. But she hadn’t expected him to say he married her because he was meant to.
She wasn’t exactly sure what it really meant. Did he think it was his duty to marry her as planned five years ago? To obey his mother’s wishes?
Was it an odd sense of duty and honor? Or simply ego?
She stared at him. “Whatever your reasoning was, you manipulated and controlled the circumstances,” she said. “I don't know if I can forget what you did,” she said.
