"Never," was all Ishan said as he threw Naina into the back seat of the car with an almost mechanical precision. Naina screamed, her voice laced with fury and fear, "You're insane! Why are you after me? Just leave me you psychopath...." Her words echoed in the confined space, filled with venom and desperation. This is the first time she screamed in front of him.

Ishan remained silent, sliding into the seat beside her and signaling the driver to start the car. As the vehicle sped off, he pulled Naina closer, lifting her onto his lap, holding her tightly despite her resistance. Naina, thrashing and hitting him, yelled out in anger and fear, her tears flowing freely. Ishan, his voice dangerously low, whispered, "Be quiet, or things will get worse."

Naina's body trembled, her sobs the only sound as they sped towards an unknown destination. The car eventually stopped in a desolate area, where silence was the only companion. The other cars in their convoy pulled up behind them, adding to the ominous atmosphere. Ishan stepped out, carrying Naina despite her struggles, and opened a door leading into a dark tunnel.

The darkness swallowed them as they moved deeper inside. Ishan gave a curt order, and the lights were turned on. The sudden illumination revealed a horrifying sight

-Bodies hanging from the ceiling, lifeless, a grotesque display of power and terror. Naina's eyes widened in shock, her entire body trembling as the horrific scene before her unfolded. She felt her knees give way, unable to support her weight, her breath coming in short, terrified gasps.

Ishan placed her on the ground, standing over her as she tried to make sense of the macabre reality around her. Her legs felt weak, her heart pounding as the sheer terror of the moment threatened to consume her. She had never witnessed anything so horrifying, and the stark reality of Ishan's world sent chills down her spine.

Ishan slowly wrapped his arms around Naina's waist from behind, pulling her closer as he pressed his face against her neck. His voice was a chilling whisper, "Did you like my world?" Naina's spirit had all but left her; she stood there, numb and silent, paralyzed by the shock of what she had seen. The weight of the horror suffocated her, leaving her incapable of speech, lost in a state of deep shock.

Ishan continued, his voice a dangerous lull, "How would it feel if one of those bodies were your Vansh?" His words jolted Naina back to a semblance of reality, a tremor running through her body. She barely managed to whisper, "No..." Her voice was a fragile, broken plea.

Turning her around to face him, Ishan pulled her even closer, their faces inches apart. His gaze bore into hers as he spoke with chilling certainty, "Killing someone is not hard for me, Naina. Say the word, and I'll end the story of the man who stands between us." His words were a sinister promise, his tone devoid of remorse. Naina's tears continued to stream down her face, but her voice was lost, her words buried under the weight of fear and helplessness.

Ishan leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against her neck, a stark contrast to the violence of his words. "You even threw away the rose I gave you this morning," he murmured. Naina remained silent, unable to process or respond, trapped in her nightmare.

Tightening his grip around her, Ishan's voice dropped to a possessive growl, "I'll kill anyone who dares to come near you." He pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her as if she were a possession he would never let go. Naina stood motionless, her body limp, her mind retreating into itself. She had become a shell, a lifeless figure trapped in a terrifying reality, unable to fight or flee.

Naina finally understood that Ishan's love was not ordinary; it was an obsession, a dangerous fixation that could destroy everything. His next words were a clear warning, "If you ever turn off your phone and try to run away from me again, Naina..." She didn't need him to finish the sentence; the threat was evident in his tone and eyes.

After a tense silence, Ishan lifted Naina once more, guiding her out of the eerie tunnel. She followed without resistance, knowing that escape seemed almost impossible. They drove in silence, and Naina had no idea where they were headed. The unfamiliar house they arrived at was isolated, a quiet place that felt far removed from the rest of the world. Naina's heart pounded as they entered; it was a separate house, secluded and private.

Once inside, Naina's senses sharpened. She was becoming more aware of her surroundings and the gravity of her situation. Summoning her courage, she asked with a trembling voice, "Why have you brought me here?" Ishan remained silent, his grip on her wrist firm as he led her further into the house. The only sounds were faint, distant noises from what seemed like a couple of maids, adding to the unsettling quiet.

Panic rising, Naina pulled her hand free and took a step back, tears streaming down her face. "Stop it! Just stop it!" she cried, her voice breaking with desperation. Ishan stopped and turned to face her, his expression unreadable.

Naina's voice quivered as she sobbed, "Why have you brought me here? What do you want from me?" Her fear was palpable, the weight of the unknown pressing down on her as she awaited his response.

Ishan stepped closer, his voice low and menacing, "What do you think, Naina?" His words sent a fresh wave of fear through her.

As Ishan reached her, he grabbed her roughly and dragged her into a dimly lit room, seating her on a lavish bed. Naina's eyes darted around the room, taking in the grand but eerie surroundings. The house was beautiful, yet it had a chilling emptiness, as if it were haunted by the presence of Ishan alone. The tension in the air was palpable, making it hard for Naina to breathe.

Ishan smirked at her, his gaze sharp and mocking. "Don't stress your mind too much," he said. "You'll have plenty of time to think later." With that, he left the room, leaving Naina sitting there, her fear mounting with every passing second. She waited, her heart racing, for over half an hour. The silence in the room grew unbearable, her mind conjuring all sorts of dark possibilities.

Finally, mustering what courage she had left, Naina placed her feet on the floor and began to explore the room. Her eyes landed on a glass vase sitting on a table-a potential weapon, her only chance at escape. Just as she reached for it, she heard footsteps approaching. Her heart pounded as she turned to see Ishan standing at the door, a cold smile on his face.

"You can stand, I see. Impressive," he said, walking towards her. His presence was suffocating, and Naina's fear was mirrored in her eyes. He moved closer, and although he held his gun, he placed it on the table as he approached her, sensing her terror.

Seizing her opportunity, Naina grabbed the vase and swung it with all her strength, smashing it against Ishan's head. The room fell into an eerie silence. Naina stood frozen, her breathing erratic as she realized what she had done. Blood trickled from Ishan's head, running down his forehead and into his left eye, finally dripping onto the floor.

Ishan touched the wound, his hand coming away red with blood. He didn't seem shocked by the pain or the blood; instead, he was more intrigued by Naina's reaction. She had attacked him, yet now she looked terrified, even more so than before. Her chest heaved as she gasped for air, the reality of the situation sinking in. Naina was on the verge of a panic attack, something she hadn't experienced in years but which now gripped her with full force.

Ishan stepped closer, his voice surprisingly calm, "It's okay," he said softly, trying to soothe her. His attempt at reassurance was unsettling. Naina's breathing grew louder, filling the room as she struggled to calm down, but the fear had taken over, leaving her feeling more trapped than ever before.

Naina collapsed to the floor, gasping for air, her hands clawing at the ground as she struggled to breathe. Panic surged through her, making it difficult to find her breath. Ishan, now genuinely concerned, knelt beside her, his usual cold demeanor replaced by a rare hint of worry. He scooped Naina into his lap, gently patting her back, trying to help her calm down. His touch was uncharacteristically tender.

"Call the doctor," Ishan ordered the maid sharply, who immediately rushed to make the call. However, the doctor wouldn't be able to arrive quickly, and Ishan knew he had to take care of Naina himself in the meantime. He held her close, whispering softly, his arms wrapped protectively around her. Gradually, her breathing steadied, and she felt a strange comfort in his embrace. Though she was still terrified, the warmth of his body and the rhythmic thumping of his heart against hers began to soothe her.

Once Naina seemed more stable, Ishan carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. He lay beside her, holding her close as if to shield her from any more fear or harm. Naina was still too shaken to resist, She had already faced many major tragedies in her life, and now she was so afraid that moving forward felt almost impossible for her. She just wanted to run away from here, to be far from everything and everyone, completely alone.

Slowly, her eyes began to close, and she drifted into a deep sleep. At 1, Naina's eyes opened, and she heard someone whispering. As she opened her eyes fully, she saw a doctor sitting in front of her with some maids around. Naina slowly turned her head and saw Ishaan sitting on the bed, looking at her. A bandage was wrapped around his head, indicating that he had treated his own wounds.

The doctor asked Naina, "Ma'am, have you experienced panic attacks before?" Naina, already terrified by everything happening around her, grew more anxious at the thought of answering questions. Ishaan glared at the doctor and said sternly, "Calmly... she shouldn't be scared."

Naina sat silently, unsure of what to say. The doctor, visibly nervous, glanced at Ishaan and then repeated the question. Naina nodded hesitantly. The doctor asked, "How many times?"

Naina replied softly, "I don't know."

"Can you give an estimate? Once or twice?" the doctor pressed.

"Many times," Naina admitted.

"When did you experience them the most?" the doctor continued.

Naina glanced at Ishaan, who was watching her intently. "When I was in 12th standard, I had them frequently, and even before that, there were many episodes. But it's been a long time since then."

The doctor opened a file and pulled out some test results taken from Naina while she was asleep. He then asked, "Did you ever take these tablets?" He pointed to a prescription for Alprazolam, a medication often used for anxiety attacks but known for its potential for dependency and harmful side effects if misused.

Naina's eyes widened slightly as she recognized the name.

Ishaan continued to watch Naina, concern evident in his eyes. Naina slowly nodded in confirmation, and Ishaan was visibly shocked. The doctor, equally surprised, asked, "Do you still take them?"

Naina nodded again, and now even the doctor seemed alarmed. "But don't you know these tablets are very harmful?" he said.

Tears began to well up in Naina's eyes. Fear and anxiety were written all over her face. She didn't want anyone to know that she was taking those tablets or why she needed them. It was a deeply buried secret she had kept hidden from everyone.

As the doctor pressed further, "Why do you take these tablets? And why did you have those attacks back then?" Naina grew more frightened, shrinking into herself. She began nervously playing with her nails and biting her lower lip, unable to find the words to explain.

Seeing the fear on Naina's face, Ishaan snapped at the doctor, "Didn't I tell you she shouldn't be scared? Are you out of your mind?" Naina grew even more anxious and looked at Ishaan with tear-filled eyes.

Ishaan, unable to bear the sight of Naina crying because of someone else, glanced at her and then, without looking at the doctor, commanded, "Get lost."

The doctor, along with the maids, quickly left the room, leaving Ishaan and Naina alone.

As Ishaan moved closer to Naina, she grew more terrified, unsure of what he might do next. She quickly got off the bed, but Ishaan, noticing her movement, commanded, "Stop there."

Naina froze for a moment, fear gripping her, but the terror of what Ishaan might do pushed her to run towards the balcony. Ishaan silently watched her, his eyes cold and calculating. Naina glanced back at him briefly before stepping onto the balcony's edge, looking down at the dizzying height below.

In front of her was a fatal drop, and behind her was the man she feared, whose true nature she had just begun to see-the one who had no qualms about killing and hanging people as trophies.

Naina thought death was a better escape. Ishaan followed her to the balcony, but stayed a few steps behind.

"Stay back!"Naina screamed, her voice cracking, tears streaming down her face. She couldn't even manage a proper cry; her fear had choked her voice.

Ishaan leaned casually against the doorway, arms crossed, and said in a calm but chilling voice, "Do you really think I would let you die?"

Naina kept her gaze forward, unable to look down any further, but she turned slightly towards him and spat out, "Your are a murderer, I'd rather die than ever love a monster like you."

Ishaan's expression darkened, but he held his anger in check. "And what makes you think that if you jump, I'll leave anyone behind?" He took a step closer to her. "I'll kill them all." Ishaan took another step forward, his eyes cold and unfeeling. "Even your cat too," he added with a sinister smile, his voice dripping with malice.

Naina's breath hitched, and her body trembled. She knew now that there was no line Ishaan wouldn't cross, no life he wouldn't take to exert control over her.

"You won't do that," Naina whispered, her voice trembling. She tried to sound firm, but the fear was evident. She clung to a sliver of hope that Ishaan might show some humanity, some restraint.

"And who will stop me?" Ishaan replied, his voice low and menacing. He took another step closer, his gaze locked on Naina, daring her to challenge him.

Naina, her face streaked with tears, whispered softly, "I will." Her voice, though shaky, carried a quiet determination as she faced Ishaan, standing on the brink of fear and courage.

Ishaan smirked and said, "Yes, that could be possible..., You can even stop me... just say it," Ishaan said, his smirk widening as he taunted Naina, daring her to assert herself.

"But for that, you'll need to step away from there." He gestured toward the edge of the balcony, his eyes fixed on Naina, watching her every move.

Naina looked down again, her mind racing. She thought about how she had already lost everything-her mother, father, brother, and sister. The only people left in her life were Shalini, Karan, and her cat. They were all she had now, and she couldn't let them go, no matter what. She knew she had to find a way to protect them, even if it meant standing up to Ishaan.

Naina slowly took a step back, distancing herself from the edge of the balcony, but before she could move any further, Ishaan quickly grabbed her by the waist, pulling her tightly against him. His grip was firm, possessive, and she could feel the coldness in his touch as he held her in place. Ishaan took a deep breath, his voice dangerously calm as he whispered in Naina's ear, "Why are you so stubborn with me, huh?" His words sent a chill through her, the tension in the air thickening with every passing second.

Tears welled up in Naina's eyes as she realized the choice she faced. She knew she could have run or jump, but no... she can't be selfish. She had to think about everyone else now-Shalini, Karan, and her cat. They needed her. Despite the overwhelming fear, she couldn't let her actions destroy what little was left of her world.

Naina whispered, "I want to go home," but Ishaan tightened his grip and said firmly, "No."

Naina slowly said again, "Please," but Ishaan's voice grew colder, "Why? So you can go back to that Vansh?"

The mention of Vansh sent a wave of pain through Naina. She remembered how his harsh words had shattered her. Vansh was the one she had trusted, the one she thought she could count on, but now even he had turned against her, speaking cruelly to her.

Naina didn't respond, her silence only deepening the weight in the room. Ishaan, seeing her reaction, asked, "You love him that much?"

Naina remained quiet, tears streaming down her face. Every word, every moment, felt like it was breaking her further, yet she couldn't find the strength to speak.

Ishan's voice was cold and twisted when he said "What should I do to make you stop loving him?"....he take a pause and said "Should I kill him ?" His words hung in the air , a dangerous threat that sent a shiver down Naina's spine.

"killing people isn't the solution to everything," Naina whispered softly, her voice trembling.

Ishaan turned her towards him, his gaze intense as he asked, "Then what?"

Naina looked at him, tears in her eyes, and with a quiet strength, she said, "If I were to give myself to you, could you live with the hatred I would feel towards you?"

Her words pierced the silence, leaving Ishaan to face the truth of her emotions-no matter what he did, he couldn't force her to love him.

"I told you before, I don't care whether you love me or not," Ishaan said in a voice filled with anger. "I just want you with me, all the time." His words were harsh, revealing the depth of his obsession, as he tightened his hold on her.

Naina looked at him, her eyes filled with both pain and determination. "Let me go home then," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper, as she tried to break free from his grasp. "And... bring me back in front of everyone from home, without killing anyone," Naina said through her tears, her voice filled with pain and exhaustion. She couldn't understand why Ishaan thought violence was the answer, but she knew she had to keep trying to hold on to whatever hope was left.

Ishaan's face twisted into a smirk, one that didn't convey happiness but something darker. He pulled Naina closer, his grip tight as his eyes gleamed with a mixture of control and menace. "And what if you ran away?" he asked, his voice low and taunting. His tone was filled with a cruel anticipation, as if daring her to make a move.

Naina, feeling the weight of his words, trembled. She knew that any attempt to escape would be met with even more aggression. The thought of running only seemed to strengthen his grip on her, both physically and emotionally. She could see the satisfaction in his eyes, the way he enjoyed the power he held over her, and it made her want to break free even more. But in that moment, she realized that escaping was no longer an option-at least not without risking everything.

"You'll kill everyone, won't you?" Naina whispered softly, her voice trembling with fear. She knew Ishaan was capable of anything, and the thought of him harming the people she loved made her stomach twist with dread.

Ishaan pulled Naina closer, his actions cold and calculated. He placed a kiss on her forehead, a gesture that felt more possessive than affectionate. "At least now, you understand the weight of my warnings," he said in a voice laced with dark satisfaction. The words left a chill in the air, making Naina feel more trapped than ever before.

Ishaan then lifted Naina into his arms, his grip unyielding. With a deep sigh, he said, " I'll take you home tomorrow, but tonight, you'll stay with me." His words were final, and the coldness in his tone made it clear that there was no room for resistance. Naina's heart raced, her mind desperate for a way out, but she felt powerless, caught in the grip of his obsession.

Ishaan gently laid Naina on the bed, holding her carefully. He made her sit on the bed; she moved back slightly, feeling a bit hesitant, Ishaan gently placed his hand on her face. Naina pulled his hand back out of fear, but Ishaan quietly guided her to lie down and He wrapped his arms around her from behind, trying to find comfort in her presence. He moved her hair away from her neck, his soft gestures contrasted with the harshness in his earlier words. He placed gentle kisses on the side of her neck, and slowly whispers....

"I love your smell Naina."

Naina felt a sense of unease with Ishaan's closeness. Ishan is the only person who touch her and even in such an intimate way. She had never allowed anyone, not even Vansh, to touch her like this-she kept her distance, her boundaries clear. But with Ishaan, she felt a strange powerlessness.

Despite the discomfort she felt, Naina couldn't find the strength to push him away. His presence overwhelmed her, and she struggled with the conflicting emotions inside her-fear, helplessness, and a deep yearning to escape from the situation. But all she could do was lie there, feeling trapped between her own emotions and the control Ishaan had over her. The more she tried to push away the fear, the stronger it became.

Naina's eyes were heavy with exhaustion, her mind a storm of conflicting thoughts. Despite everything, she couldn't help but drift off, the warmth of the bed and the exhaustion from the day slowly pulling her into sleep. In that moment, she felt helpless, but the quiet of the night was enough to give her temporary relief from the overwhelming tension she had felt. She closed her eyes, her breathing slowly evening out, allowing sleep to finally claim her.

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