Tujhe mil ke laga hai ye
Tujhe dhundh raha tha mai
Tujhme hai kuch aisi subah sa
Jiske khaatir mai tha jaga sa
Aa tu mere khwaab saja jaa ree~
ARSH JINDAL—
As I walked into the room, my gaze swept across it, restless and searching. I was looking for my sister, but there was nothing, just those damn white walls and a stretcher resting at the far end of the empty space. Frustration surged through me, sharp and immediate.
But eventually, I forced myself to calm down. This wasn’t the time to give in to anger or lose control. I had to steady my breathing. I took a slow breath, already turning to leave, when a soft sound cut through the silence, stopping me mid-step.
It didn’t take me long to realize I wasn’t alone in here. My fists clenched instinctively, my expression hardening as the thought settled in. In a place like this, one that shouldn’t even exist, there was no room for innocence.
I pulled my gun from my waistband and turned sharply, scanning the room. My eyes darted around, trying to locate the source of the sound. That’s when I realized, it was coming from beneath the stretcher.
I moved toward it slowly, every step calculated. Then, without hesitation, I kicked it hard. The stretcher toppled over, crashing against the wall with a loud bang.
My gaze dropped to the girl curled beneath the stretcher. She had folded herself into a tight shape, trying to make herself invisible, as if the darkness under it was enough to protect her. She still seemed to believe she was hidden, safe from being seen.
She looked too young, barely nineteen or twenty. Her face was buried in her knees, her body trembling faintly. A white hospital gown hung over her small frame, swallowing her in its fabric as she tried to make herself even smaller.
I had no time to waste here, so my voice came out low and strict. “Who are you… and what are you doing here?”
She didn’t react to my words. Instead, she only curled in tighter, still trying her best to shield herself from me, as if I was the one who had come here to hurt her.
I couldn’t tell if she was genuinely terrified or deliberately playing stupid, but either way, it was starting to get under my skin.
“Are you deaf, girl?” I snapped, a frown pulling at my face as frustration edged into my voice.
She didn’t react again. My gaze drifted from her hunched shoulders down to her feet. And paused. Her toes were bruised.
Just then, Luca stepped in. “Boss, I got some information.”
I barely spared him a glance. My eyes stayed locked on the girl, still folded in on herself, quiet sobs shaking her frame.
Suddenly, Luca stepped forward and aimed his gun at her.
“Who are you?” he demanded. “You work here, don’t you?”
“Lower the gun, Luca. She’s already scared!” I ordered, my eyes never leaving the girl.
“But boss, she could be...”
“I said lower. the. gun.” I growled, shooting him a cold look that left no room for argument.
He obeyed, lowering the gun at once.
I crouched down in front of her, balancing on my toes. Carefully, I reached out and brushed my fingers against her bruised feet.
At the touch, she flinched, then slowly lifted her head. Her tear-filled eyes met mine, wide with fear.
The moment our eyes met, something in my chest stilled. Just for a second.
Her wide hazel eyes held me there, warm like a fading sunset, soft and strangely calm... as if they carried a quiet story I couldn’t look away from. Her lips trembled faintly, and the innocence resting on her face was almost disarming.
Those long, trembling lashes cast delicate shadows against her skin, like a fragile kind of peace that didn’t belong in a place like this.
Her soft features seemed to mirror the quiet purity within her. For a moment, I felt an unfamiliar pull toward her. She met my gaze with a blend of fear and defiance. Strands of her dark hair lay scattered over her shoulders, a few brushing against her pale face.
“What’s your name?” I paused, then added, “What are you doing here?” My voice remained steady, but I didn’t miss the insecurity lurking in her eyes.
She met my eyes, her lashes fluttering, but said nothing. I didn’t know what had shaken her, but the fear was obvious... so was the insecurity. She looked fragile, both in body and mind.
“Boss, I think she’s here to trap us. We should kill her right now.” Luca suggested.
“Shut up, Luca!” I muttered, frowning, keeping my voice low so I wouldn’t scare her.
She was still looking at me, as if I had somehow earned a fraction of her trust.
“You can trust me, angel,” I said softly, reaching my hand out to her.
“P-please…” was all she managed, her voice barely above a whisper as she slid back. It was soft, almost childlike, yet oddly soothing to the ears.
“I won’t hurt you. I promise,” I said calmly, holding her gaze, my tone gentle, almost coaxing. She looked at me like she wanted to trust me, but something held her back.
Her gaze flickered to Luca, then quickly returned to me. The moment she looked at him, her eyes filled with fear and insecurity again.
Realizing this, I turned to him. “Get lost, Luca.”
He nodded and walked away. When I looked back at her, she was already watching me, with a mix of fear and disbelief.
“Come,” I murmured, once again offering my hand to her.
She looked at my hand. Then at me.
Struggling whether to trust me or not.
But after a moment, she placed her trembling hand in mine, her eyes still wet with tears.
Holding her small hand, I lifted her into my arms. She clung to me instantly, burying her face in my chest. Keeping her close, I carried her toward my car.
By the time I reached the car, I settled into the passenger seat. I glanced down to find her already asleep with a peaceful innocence on her face.
Something about her drew me in. I pushed it aside. I was helping her for one reason only… humanity.
I shifted my gaze from her back to the front. After calling Luca, I connected my Bluetooth earpiece and started the car.
“Luca, check that place carefully. And this girl, get her to a safe place.” I said, my voice edged with an unfamiliar concern.
My mind was still stuck on Tara. I had to find her, no matter what. I glanced at my wristwatch. Only a few hours left.
My jaw tightened as his words came rushing back.
I would find her. I had to.
NEXT DAY
AAYANSH OBEROI—
“I know I’m handsome, Mr. Oberoi, but if you keep wasting my time by staring at me like this. Then I have no problem in throwing you out right now!”
On my words, the man sitting before me, unfortunately my father—Aaryan oberoi, flinched.
“In case if you don’t remember, let me remind you, I’m your father Aayansh Oberoi!” He outlined.
“Great, so Mr. Father, if I drag you out of here myself, in front everyone. It would be fun, right?” I leaned on my chair and said in a bored tone. “Or you’re sane enough to leave on your own?”
He went blank, before his face dropped, lingering on my neck, taking in the nail marks my girl had left on me.
“I see,” He scoffed under his breath. “Mera beta ab bada ho gaya hai!” He looked up again.
“You’re having a girl in your life and didn’t even bother informing your family about this?!” A bitter smile formed on his face.
How fake and dramatic could someone be? Perhaps, he thought I was the same eight-year-old boy he tried to manipulate countless times.
Stupid, too stupid.
Well, he was here to test my patience, and I was keeping calm, knowing the moment that calm snapped, this man would end up in pieces.
But not now.
“Family? Repeat this word and you’d regret coming here!” I warned casually, then pressed a cigar between my lips.
He sighed, shocked with my behaviour. I didn’t bother looking back at him. Hitting on my cigar, my eyes shifted to my screen before me.
”You have really become heartless Aayansh! sometimes I feel pity but everytime you prove you deserve all this!” He remarked while I had no clear interest in his words.
“Say something new, I’m really bored right now!” This time, I spared him a glance.
”You know what son, you’re resembling your mother right now. Aaina also used to argue like this. Now I really feel that whatever happened to her was so—Ahhhhhhh!”
His scream echoed throughout the cabin as I pulled up the gun and shot right over his head before he could even complete.
His body trembled.
I moved near, grabbed his throat put the barrel of my gun right into his mouth, making his eyes wide with horror.
“If I ever hear that name again from this fucking mouth of yours, then the bullet I intentionally shot over your head, would pass deep through your mouth. Got it?”
He head shook violently, eyes tearing as he tried to get free.
Releasing him, I growled. “OUT!”
I shut my eyes, rubbed my thumb over my brow for a moment. My rage was not in control right now. I didn’t even want it to be.
Meanwhile, he rushed back as fast as he could, his faltering footsteps lingered in the air.
Aaina Rajvansh. My mother. The faded part of my life. The wound I wanted to preserve in my heart forever. I didn’t feel anything for her, yet she was one of those whispers that echoed in my scary silence.
TARA JINDAL—
I curled myself in the bed, my mind a chaos because of that man. I never hated anyone, but he deserved every of bit of this hatred. I swear, if I got any chance, just once, I’d kill him.
“Ma’am?” The timid voice pulled me back from my thoughts and I glanced at the door. A middle aged woman stood there, wearing a servant attire, her head bowed.
Oh, so humans were there in that monster’s home, I mocked internally.
She reached me and pleaded carefully. “I’m lucie, head servant of this villa.”
“I don’t look that scary, Lucie. You can lift your eyes to me!” I exclaimed, not sure about how it sounded.
“Sorry ma’am! we’re not allowed to look at you. Sir will kill me if he finds out!” She said, her eyes never leaving the polished floor.
My lips curled into a mocking smile and I couldn’t help it.
How mad could someone be?
“Ma’am please, freshen up and change your clothes!” She requested further.
“And if I don’t, then? Is he going to kill me? Or something worse than that?!” I stood up, keeping my voice firm.
“Out, Lucie.”
My gaze instantly shifted to the door where that bastard stood. But then, I withdrew my eyes off him and sat back in the bed, trying to show myself unaffected by his presence.
Lucie acknowledged his command and left immediately. He entered, shrugged off his blazer and tossed it onto the couch, before folding his black shirt’s sleeves to his elbows.
I couldn’t just sit like that.
Swallowing a sharp breath, I reached him and asked desperately “When will you let me go?”
Even though, I knew all of it was worthless.
”Never.” He replied, completely unbothered.
“I hate you! I truly deeply hate you!” I cursed, my eyes glistening as I eyed him.
But instead of reacting to me, he suddenly grabbed my waist and pulled me closer. Without a word, he nuzzled his face in the curve of my neck and I froze. His eyes, they were a little red, his hair tousled on his forehead.
“Y—You are drunk?!” I questioned as soon as the intoxicated smell from his body filled my senses.
“You’re mine.” He said, his warm breath fanning across my neck.
“Leave me!” I snapped, trying to push him, but he didn’t budge a little. His hold on me, it was so tight as if I’ll run away if he loosens his grip.
I can’t let him dominate me like this.
“I’m not from those many girls whom you must have fucked and dominated, I’m—” My words died in my throat when he pushed me to the bed and hovered over me. His expressions became deadly cold and dark as he stared back at me. I could feel the rage radiating off his waves.
“Dare to repeat your words.” He demanded, his voice chilling, yet intense, sending currents through me. He held both my wrists in his one hand and pinned them above my head.
His eyes were blazing and feeling them burning through me, my heart started racing. I was scared, vulnerable, no matter how hard I tried to act all brave.
He bent closer until his voice is the only thing vibrated in my ear, “If it was me who took your virginity that night, then I also lost my virginity on you. Got it?” He said, I was pressed beneath him, flabbergasted by his words.
That wasn’t possible, right? Right.
He must be lying.
“Y... You are hurting me!” I stressed out, trying to divert him, trying to not to melt into him. His lips brushed my neck. He kissed me there, it was rough, aggressive. His teeth nibbled at my skin and unwilling moan slipped past my mouth.
“I didn’t want to hurt you, but you really provoked me.” He husked, savoring my skin.
Why am I not pushing away?
This wasn’t right.
He had no right over me.
I tried to pull back, still not able to move against the power of his body. I gasped as he bit on my collarbone in possessive, yet claiming way. His mouth didn’t stop, it made found its way to my collarbone and cleavage.
My heart shuddered, feeling this man’s heat consuming me. I had never felt this, never.
”S—stop it!” I growled, struggling with my own self.
That didn’t affect him. But he stopped.
Slowly, he came up and cupped the side of my neck, his eyes bored into mine as he said. “You’re mine. Mine to devour. Mine to hate. Mine to fuck.”
With that, his lips crashed against mine.
To be continued~
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