I didn't want to meet Vansh, but there was a part of me that longed to see if his eyes still held any love for me. Sitting across from him now, I searched for that familiar warmth, but all I saw was a void. Why didn't I see the love I had hoped for? His hand in mine felt distant, almost like he wasn't truly there with me.

As I tried to process my thoughts, I noticed his gaze shift behind me. Curious and slightly alarmed, I turned my head, only to be met with a sight that made my heart drop-him. The very person whose presence I could do without, Ishan. Why does he keep showing up? My body began to tremble involuntarily. His effect on me was something I couldn't comprehend. I knew better than to be swayed by him, yet there was something about him that unnerved me.

When Ishan told Vansh about the kiss, my anger boiled over. How dare he twist the truth like that in front of Vansh? I wanted nothing more than to slap him right then and there, but I held back, trying to maintain control over my emotions. Vansh's expression was one of hurt and confusion as he walked away, and I tried to call him back, but he didn't stop. What must he be thinking of me now?

Ishan's grip on my wrist tightened as I made a move to follow Vansh. His hold was firm, almost possessive, pulling me closer to him. "Let's go now?" he said, his voice low and commanding. A tear slipped down my cheek, frustration and helplessness washing over me.

Anger surged within me, and without thinking, I yanked my hand away from his grasp. My hand shot up, ready to slap him, to make him feel the sting of my frustration and fury. But just as my hand was about to connect, his strong grip caught my wrist mid-air, stopping me.

His eyes locked onto mine, unyielding, and I felt trapped in that moment, the weight of his gaze making it hard to breathe.



"Why are you doing this?" Naina's voice quivered, a mix of tears and frustration as she looked at Ishan. He pulled her closer, ignoring her attempts to resist. His grip on her arm was firm as he led her to his car. Despite her efforts to break free, he didn't stop, eventually seating her in the passenger seat before getting into the driver's seat himself.

Naina quickly reached for the door handle, trying to escape, but Ishan had already locked the doors. She glared at him, her eyes blazing with anger, but he didn't meet her gaze as he started the car. Her eyes darted around, searching for her bodyguard or any sign of help, but they were alone. Left with no choice, Naina slumped back in her seat, her fury simmering just beneath the surface.

The car sped through the city until Ishan abruptly pulled over on a bridge. Naina thought this might be her chance to get away, but instead of unlocking the door, Ishan leaned toward her. Instinctively, she shrank back, her heart racing. He reached for her seatbelt, fastening it securely, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Tumhe laga tum apne boyfriend se milo gi aur main chup chaap dekhta rahuga...huhh ? " ("You thought you'd meet your boyfriend and I'd just stand by quietly... huh?")

Ishan's voice was low, dangerous. Naina turned her head away, staring out of the window, her anger palpable. He gently tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, and she quickly pulled her face away, her fury intensifying.

"I don't love you," she said quietly but firmly, turning back to face him. "Why are you doing all of this?"

Ishan's jaw tightened as he gripped the steering wheel, increasing the car's speed. His knuckles turned white, and for a moment, Naina felt a flicker of fear. Still, she pressed on. "I already have enough problems in my life. Why are you trying to ruin it even more?"

Ishan shot her a glance, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and something darker. "Ruin? You think I want to ruin your life?" He laughed bitterly. "You haven't even seen what I can do yet. You have no idea what I'm capable of, love."

Naina's anger surged. "Stop the car! I want to get out!" she demanded.

Ishan didn't respond, his focus fixed on the road ahead, his expression hard. Just then, Naina's phone buzzed. It was a call from Shalini. Grateful for the distraction, Naina answered.

"Beta,(son) when will you be back?" Shalini's voice was warm and concerned.

"In a little while, aunty," Naina replied, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Actually, Ishan called earlier," Shalini continued. "He said he's heading in the same direction as you, so he offered to bring you back. It's safer that way. Just come home with him, okay?"

Naina's grip on the phone tightened as she ended the call. Turning to Ishan, her anger boiled over. He had planned this. He had spoken to Shalini beforehand, ensuring she would have no choice but to return with him. The sheer audacity, the manipulation-it infuriated her.

Naina turned away, her fists clenched, tears of frustration welling up in her eyes. She felt trapped, caught in a web spun by the very person she wanted to escape from the most.

Ishan was driving towards an unknown destination, the tension in the car thick and palpable. Naina, unable to contain her anxiety any longer, turned to him and asked, "Where are you taking me?"

Ishan glanced at her, a faint smirk on his face. "Don't worry. I won't eat you......for now," he said softly, his words laced with a hint of menace. Naina's heart pounded in her chest as she turned her face back towards the window, choosing to remain silent.

The car eventually wound its way up a steep mountain road, leading to a scenic sunset spot. The rain had subsided to a gentle drizzle, the drops tapping softly against the car's roof. Ishan pulled the car over and got out, making his way around to Naina's side. He opened her door and unfastened her seatbelt with deliberate slowness. Naina attempted to push his hand away, but one stern look from Ishan was enough to make her freeze.

He extended his hand to her, silently inviting her to take it. When Naina refused, Ishan leaned in closer, his voice dangerously low. "Should I carry you out, then?" he asked, his tone sending a shiver down her spine. Frustrated, Naina reluctantly placed her hand in his. Ishan's grip tightened instantly, holding her firmly as if to silently convey that he wouldn't let go.

He led her out of the car and up a narrow path, his hand never leaving hers. They were alone at the spot, the only sounds being the distant chirping of birds and the faint patter of the last raindrops. The rain had nearly stopped, leaving the air cool and crisp. Ishan guided Naina to the edge of the lookout, positioning her in front of him with a view of the breathtaking landscape below.

Naina started to turn her face towards him, but Ishan's hands gently gripped her waist, stopping her. He pressed her to face forward, his hands firm but not painful. He stepped closer, his chest nearly brushing against her back, his breath warm on her neck. Naina felt her body tense as she prepared to resist, but Ishan leaned in, resting his head against the side of her neck.

"I have a gun, you know," he whispered into her ear, his voice calm but threatening.

Naina's breath hitched, and fear coursed through her veins. Her attempts to pull away ceased, and she stood rigid, too afraid to move. She could feel his presence behind her, overpowering and suffocating, the reality of her situation sinking in deeper with each passing second.

" please let me go," Naina whispered, her voice trembling with fear. Ishan let out a soft laugh, the kind of laugh that exuded confidence and arrogance, a sound Naina had never heard from him before. It was the laugh of a man who knew he had control.

Pulling her closer, he whispered into her ear, "Tumhe lagta hai main jaane dunga abb.......??" ( "You think I'll let it go now...??")

His words intensified her fear. Naina stood still, silent tears streaming down her face as memories of happier times flooded her mind-days spent trekking the mountains with her family back in Kashmir. Those moments of freedom and joy now felt like a distant dream.

Ishan spoke again, his voice low and composed. "I come here when I feel alone. And up here, no one can hear you, no matter how much you scream." His words were calculated, each one designed to make her feel more trapped, more isolated. Naina's heart raced, the realization of her helplessness sinking in.

Then, as if twisting the knife further, Ishan added, "Do you know how your boyfriend lost his job?" Naina's eyes widened in shock. A jolt of dread ran through her, making her breath hitch. She turned to look at him, but he firmly guided her face back towards the horizon.

In a cold, measured tone, he continued, "Abhi toh sirf job li hai......jaan bhi le sakta hoon." ("Right now, I've just taken the job... I can take his life too.")

The threat was clear, and Naina's body began to tremble uncontrollably. The weight of his words pressed down on her, leaving her paralyzed with fear.

"You are the first person I've ever claimed as mine in my mind," Ishan whispered, his voice a chilling mix of obsession and calm. "No matter how much you resist," he added, his breath warm against her skin as he nuzzled into her neck. His touch was invasive, yet gentle, as if savoring the moment.

"You smell so good," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, sending shivers down Naina's spine. She stood frozen, her mind racing with panic. There was nowhere to escape-before her was a steep cliff, and behind her, Ishan, a man who had become a living nightmare. Each breath felt heavier, the weight of her fear pressing down on her chest.

Naina's heart pounded in her ears, her body tense with the instinct to flee, yet knowing it was futile. She was trapped, caught between the edge of the precipice and Ishan's relentless grip. The world seemed to close in around her, every avenue of escape blocked, leaving her with nothing but dread and the suffocating presence of Ishan.

"This isn't love, Ishan... please let me go," Naina's voice trembled, her fear palpable as she pleaded with him.

Ishan turned her fully towards him, holding her face close to his. His piercing gaze locked onto hers, a dark intensity in his eyes that sent a chill down her spine. "Then call it obsession," he said softly, yet with a chilling edge."But once my eyes fall on someone, they don't belong to anyone else," he whispered, his grip tightening as his face moved even closer to hers.

Naina felt her pulse quicken, her fear growing as his possessiveness hung heavy in the air. She knew that in that moment, she was not just a person to him, but something he felt he owned, something he wouldn't let go of, no matter the cost.

His words were a terrifying promise, laced with a possessiveness that left Naina's heart racing. She felt trapped in his grip, his determination cutting off any hope of escape. The air between them was thick with tension, as Naina's mind scrambled for a way out of the nightmare unfolding before her.

Naina was utterly shaken. She couldn't say a word, paralyzed by fear and confusion. Ishan drove her home in silence, his expression unreadable, and without another word, he left her at her doorstep.

For the next five days, Naina heard nothing from Vansh or Ishan. No calls, no messages. It was as if they had vanished. The silence was deafening, leaving Naina in a constant state of unease. She couldn't stop thinking about Ishan's words, his touch, the look in his eyes. Where was he? What was he planning? The uncertainty gnawed at her, making each passing day feel like an eternity.



I was so terrified by Ishan's words that even thinking about him sent chills down my spine.

As I walked down the corridor, my mind was racing with thoughts about Vansh. What if Ishan actually does something to him? The mere idea made my heart race. I was lost in these thoughts when Shalini Aunty stopped me.

Seeing the worry etched on my face, she asked, "What's wrong, Naina? You look disturbed." I froze for a moment, unsure how to explain what I had been through. How could I tell her what Ishan had done? She waited, concern in her eyes. "Since Ishan dropped you home, you've been quieter than usual. Did he say something to you?" she pressed.

I looked at her, my mind swirling with fear and confusion. "No, nothing," I replied, forcing a weak smile. But Shalini Aunty wasn't convinced.

"You know, Ishan is the CEO of our company," she continued, her tone softer but firm. "Karan works under him. Everyone's a bit scared of Ishan. He called me that day himself, asking where you were. At first, I wondered why he was asking about you. Then he said he'd bring you home himself." She paused, watching my reaction.

"I couldn't say no, Naina. When Ishan says he'll do something, you can't stop him. He's quite stubborn, isn't he?"

Her words echoed in my mind. Stubborn was an understatement. Ishan wasn't just stubborn-he was dangerous. But how could I make her see that without revealing the terrifying encounter I had just experienced? My lips trembled, but I managed to nod, hiding the storm of emotions inside me.

"Mujhe kuch nahi kaha usne," ("He didn't say anything to me.")

I whispered softly to Shalini Aunty, trying to maintain my composure. But as I looked at her face, I could see a flicker of something-fear, perhaps worry. Why is she acting so strangely when talking about Ishan?

I couldn't help but wonder what it was about Ishan that made her so uneasy. Maybe she knew more than she was letting on. As I watched her, my mind flashed back to that terrifying moment on the mountain when Ishan had threatened me with a gun. He really is insane, I thought. The memory of his cold, calculating demeanor sent a shiver down my spine. It was hard to believe that someone could be so unhinged yet maintain such a composed facade in front of others.

As I lay down to sleep, I pulled the blanket over myself and reached out to switch off the bedside lamp. The room was enveloped in darkness, save for the soft glow of moonlight filtering in through the balcony door. The silvery light cast faint shadows across the room, creating an eerie yet peaceful ambiance.

Just as my eyes began to droop, a strange sensation washed over me-a feeling that I wasn't alone. My heartbeat quickened as the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. Slowly, I turned my head to scan the room, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. But there was nothing. Just the familiar outlines of furniture and the soft rustling of the curtains swaying in the night breeze.

I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. It's just your imagination, Naina, I told myself, shaking my head slightly. Exhaustion weighed heavily on me, and despite the unease that lingered in the pit of my stomach, my eyes grew heavier. I snuggled deeper into the warmth of the blanket, allowing the drowsiness to take over. Within moments, I drifted off into a deep, restless sleep, hoping that whatever unease I felt was just a figment of my tired mind.

At 2 AM -

I felt a heavy hand resting on my waist, its weight pressing into me. My eyes fluttered open, and I became acutely aware of someone behind me, their soft, steady breaths brushing against my neck. Fear surged through my veins, freezing me in place. Could it be...? My mind raced with dread as a familiar voice whispered into my ear,

"Yaad kiya mujhe?" ("Did you miss me?")

It was a voice I couldn't mistake- deep, commanding, and terrifyingly familiar. Ishan's voice. My body tensed, and I slowly turned my head, my heart pounding in my chest. There he was, his piercing blue eyes glinting under the pale moonlight, watching me with a predatory calm.

Before I could scream, a large hand covered my mouth, stifling my cry. His grip was firm, yet calculated, ensuring I couldn't make a sound.

"Shhhhh... don't,"

he murmured, his tone low but threatening.He loomed over me now, his weight pinning me down as I struggled beneath him. My body was trapped, his presence suffocating. Fear gripped every inch of me as I stared up into those cold, unrelenting eyes, realizing there was no escape.

He slowly removed his hand from my mouth, gently brushing my hair back as he whispered,

" Why so restless...huhh? It's just me."

My breathing grew rapid, my chest rising and falling with each shallow breath, though I tried to calm myself down.

Ishan rested his face near the base of my neck, his breath warm against my skin. His hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me into a possessive hug. I could feel his grip tighten slightly as he murmured, "Bahut darti ho tum toh."("You're so scared.")

I wanted to scream, to push him away, but I knew better. I knew that any resistance could lead to something far worse. My mind raced, searching for a way out, but I was paralyzed with fear, unable to move or speak.

"Look at the table,"

he instructed softly, his voice sending chills down my spine. I reluctantly turned my head, my eyes landing on the familiar sight of his gun resting there. My heart pounded even harder, the sound echoing in my ears.

"I haven't slept well in days," he said, his tone almost casual, as if this was a normal conversation. "Stop trembling and sleep."

I felt my body shaking uncontrollably, but I didn't dare make a sound. He remained close, his presence oppressive, as I lay there, trapped in a nightmare that I couldn't escape.

"Is...h...a..n."I called his name in a voice that trembled with fear. He simply responded with a soft

" hmm."

He felt my trembling beneath him, my heart pounding like a caged bird. He chuckled softly, finding my helplessness utterly charming. He slowly lifted his head, gazing down at my tear-stained face with a mix of triumph and dark desire. My hairs, once a attempt to hide from him, only served to make me look more vulnerable and alluring in his eyes.

I said slowly "please mtt karo" (please don't do this.) with my trembling lips. He brushed away a stray tear from my cheek with his thumb. His other hand remained wrapped around my waist, holding me firmly against him.

He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above mine. He could feel my breath hitching, could see the fear in my eyes. He smiled, a slow, wicked smile that promised untold pleasures and dark delights.

" Kya na karu ?" ("What should I not do?")

He whispered against my lips, his breath mingling with mine. He paused, his thumb brushing over my lower lip, tracing it slowly. He looked again at my eyes and said, "I always wondered what your lips would taste like."

His words hung in the air between us, a dark promise and a tempting offer, all rolled into one dangerous proposition. Without doing anything else, he put his hand on my face and slowly pressed his lips against mine, and then kissed the corner of my lips as if marking me with his touch, leaving a subtle imprint, I winced in pain and tried to pull away to push him off but he held me firmly not letting me go. I couldn't do anything in response. He slowly lifted his face and whispered,

"You taste soo good.''

he smirked...tear slip from my eyes, he gently rub of the tear with his thumb and again rested his head back on my chest, holding me close once again. And slowly said....

"soo jao...abb" (now....sleep)

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