Webnovel 1 chapter 1
Story Title:
"His Price, Her Prison"
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Tagline:
"She was born to bloom, but they sold her to the storm."
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Chapter 1: Priced Like a Possession
The chandeliers in the mansion sparkled like lies—beautiful on the surface, hollow at heart.
Aamira Sen stood by the long window, her delicate fingers trembling over the edge of the curtain. The golden silk salwar hugged her like a soft promise, but her heart thudded with a strange premonition. Her eyes—large, almond-shaped, dipped in honey and grief—looked far beyond the iron gates of her stepmother's estate.
Her hair fell in waves down her waist, dark as midnight, unbrushed, untouched by love. Skin like porcelain kissed by sunlight. Aamira wasn't just beautiful—she was dangerously captivating. And everyone in that house hated her for it.
Especially Ragini Sen, her stepmother.
"She looks too pretty to be poor," Ragini often said with a sneer, adjusting her diamond bangles bought with Aamira's mother's stolen inheritance.
Her father, once gentle, now a puppet. Controlled. Poisoned by money, power, and greed.
And her uncle, Dhiraj—always lurking in shadows, dealing with men who smelled of blood and smoke.
They never called her by name—just "this girl," "that burden," "the leftover."
Tonight felt strange. There were too many whispers, locked doors, nervous glances.
Aamira heard it when she wasn't meant to.
"The deal is done," Ragini hissed. "He wants her. And he's paying double."
"She's untouched, right?" Dhiraj asked, lighting a cigar.
Her father didn't speak—just nodded once.
Her knees buckled. She clutched the wall.
They sold her. Like furniture.
And to whom?
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Later that night…
A black Rolls Royce pulled in. Rain started to fall like tears, but everything inside the house went silent. Every servant stood straight. Even Ragini adjusted her saree pleats nervously.
Then he walked in.
Rafaël Raayan Dev.
Tailored black suit. No tie. Just a watch worth more than the estate.
His face—chiseled jaw, deep-set charcoal eyes, expression unreadable.
He didn't smile. Didn't blink much. Just scanned the room like a lion entering a cage of rats.
Aamira stood behind the curtain, but his eyes locked onto her through it.
She felt it. Like a blade slicing through silk.
Ragini stepped forward. "Mr. Dev, welcome. We—uh—hope you're satisfied with the… choice."
He didn't look at her. He simply said, "Where is she?"
Her father pointed silently.
Aamira was dragged forward. Her bare feet on marble felt cold. Her heart—colder.
She didn't know how, but her eyes met his.
He scanned her slowly, not like a man seeing a woman, but like a collector inspecting a priceless item.
"She'll do," he said fi
nally.
And just like that, her destiny shifted.
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End of Chapter 1