- 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚... 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮... 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙚.

Naina's sobs grew louder, echoing through the empty house like a cry for help that no one would hear. Her body trembled uncontrollably, her face drenched with tears. She was terrified beyond words, her chest heaving as panic consumed her entirely.

Ishaan stepped back slightly, his jaw clenched as he watched her crumble in front of him. Her sobbing seemed to pierce through him, cutting deeper than any wound. His face softened for a fleeting moment, but then, as if caught in an internal storm, he pulled out a gun from his waistband and raised it to his own temple.

Naina froze, her tear-streaked face twisting in shock as she gasped audibly. Her wide, terrified eyes locked onto the gun, and her voice cracked as she stammered, "No... please..."

Ishaan's expression was unreadable, a mix of pain and torment. His voice, though quiet, was thick with anguish as he said with a small dimple appeared on the right side of his cheek, and a fade smile "You make me weak, Naina... So weak." His eyes glistened, the vulnerability in his tone shocking her.

Naina broke into uncontrollable sobs, shaking her head frantically. "Ishaan... stop...!" she pleaded, her voice barely coherent through the tears.

But Ishaan didn't pull the trigger. Instead, he lowered the gun slowly, his breathing ragged. In one swift motion, he tossed the gun aside and grabbed Naina's wrist tightly, making her yelp in pain. Before she could protest, he dragged her toward the staircase, his grip firm as she struggled against him. Her cries of resistance went ignored as he pulled her up the stairs, step by step. The tension in the air was suffocating.

When they reached the bedroom, Ishaan pushed the door open with his shoulder and dragged her inside. Without a word, he yanked her forward and, with a burst of rage, threw her onto the bed. She looked up at him, her vision blurred with tears, as he stood over her, his chest heaving and his eyes burning with unrestrained fury. For a second, she thought he might calm down, but his face remained cold and unreadable.

"I told you, Naina," he said, his voice chillingly calm. "You can't run from me."

Naina lay there, frozen in fear, her sobs quieter now but no less heartbreaking. She knew she couldn't fight him, couldn't reason with him. And as she stared into his tortured eyes, she realized that Ishaan wasn't just angry- he was broken. And in his brokenness, he was dragging her down with him.

Naina's sobs grew louder as she pressed herself against the headboard, her body trembling in fear. She watched Ishaan pace back and forth around the bed, his fingers running through his hair in pure frustration. His jaw clenched, his movements restless, and his eyes burning with intensity as if he were at war with himself.

She couldn't stop crying, no matter how much she tried to control herself. Her chest heaved, and tears streamed down her face as she watched him, unsure of what he might do next.

Ishaan suddenly stopped and turned to her, his piercing gaze locking onto hers. "Stop crying," he said in a low, controlled voice, his tone almost pleading but laced with irritation.

But Naina couldn't. Her fear had taken over, and her sobs only grew louder. Her hands clutched the headboard tightly, as if it were the only thing keeping her grounded.

Ishaan's face darkened with frustration, and in a flash, he stormed toward her. Before she could react, he was towering over her, his presence looming. He leaned in, his body mere inches from hers, trapping her. His voice came out in a low growl, filled with anger and pain, "Why did you ran, Naina? Why?"

His words echoed in the silence of the room, but Naina couldn't answer. She stammered incoherently, her lips trembling as she tried to form words. The fear in her eyes seemed to pierce through Ishaan's fury, but it only made his emotions more intense.

He grip around her shoulders tightly, almost desperate and nuzzled his face on her neck, Naina's heart raced, She didn't know what to say, didn't know how to react. Her sobs filled the room, while Ishaan's shallow breaths pressed against her neck. In that moment, it was just the two of them, lost in a storm of emotions neither of them could fully understand.

Ishaan slowly pulled himself back, his face still inches away from Naina's. His bloodshot eyes locked onto hers, red from both anger and the tears he had shed. Naina's body tensed as his hand moved to her neck, his fingers brushing against her skin. A chill ran down her spine as she felt his grip tighten-not enough to hurt, but enough to make her breath hitch.

His voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried the weight of his obsession. "If I wasn't this obsessed with you, Naina..." he paused, his grip firm but trembling, "...I would have ended you by now."

Naina's heart pounded against her chest, her breathing shallow. She stared at him, trying to read the storm in his eyes. There was no denying the fury in his gaze, but behind it, she saw something else-something darker, more dangerous. It wasn't just anger. It was possession, an unrelenting need to control her, to claim her.

Naina, deeply shaken and trembling, managed to whisper in a fearful voice, "Why ....don't you just...leave me alone"

Ishaan brought his face dangerously close to her lips, his voice low and menacing as he said, "Because, The more you run away from me, the more I will make you suffer."

And with that, Ishaan closed the distance between them and pressed his lips against Naina's. The kiss was not gentle-it was desperate, filled with rage, longing, and a twisted sense of possession. Naina froze, her hands gripping the sheets tightly as if they could anchor her trembling body. Her mind screamed to push him away, but her body refused to move, by fear and the intensity of the moment.

Ishaan's hand gripped the back of her neck firmly, holding her in place as if afraid she'd disappear again. His lips moved with a force that spoke of his anguish and obsession, while Naina's tears streamed down her face, wetting both of them. The room was eerily silent except for the muffled sounds of their uneven breathing and the occasional sob that escaped her trembling lips.

When Ishaan finally pulled back, his breath was ragged, and his eyes bore into hers with a storm of emotions- anger, pain, and an unsettling sense of satisfaction. Naina's chest heaved as she gasped for air, her tears stopped falling as she stared at him, utterly broken.

Ishaan's fiery gaze pierced into Naina's soul as he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, "Have you ever touched yourself?"

Naina's eyes widened in a mix of shock, confusion, and fear. She felt her heart pound violently in her chest, her breath hitching as the weight of his words sank in. Ishaan's intense presence left her shocked, unable to process what was happening.

Before she could respond, he tilted his head, bringing his lips close to hers again. His breath was warm, laced with a cruel sense of dominance. "Because now," he whispered with an edge of menace, "I am going to."

Naina's entire body froze, her mind screaming in panic. She tried to move, but her limbs felt heavy, like she was trapped in quicksand. Ishaan's overpowering aura consumed the space between them, leaving no room for her to escape.

Naina's tears streamed down her face as her voice cracked. "Ishaan...please."

But his fury only grew at her pleading. He leaned in so close that she could feel his breath against her skin, his voice dripping with intensity. "You don't get to plead, Naina. Not after what you did."

Naina's lips quivered as she struggled to form words, her voice barely a whisper. "I... I was scared..."

Ishaan's jaw tightened as he stared at her trembling form, her fear fueling the storm raging within him. "Scared?" he repeated, his voice dangerously calm, almost mocking. His hand moved from her face, trailing slowly downward until it rested on her waist-his touch firm but restrained, the fabric of her clothes the only barrier.

Naina's breath hitched, her body reacting involuntarily to the closeness, a strange mix of fear and helplessness coursing through her veins. Her hands gripped the sheets beneath her tightly, as if trying to anchor herself.

"You were scared?" Ishaan continued, his tone laced with both anger and disbelief. "Do you even know what I was going through from last three weeks? Huh? Do you?" His voice rose slightly, making Naina flinch.

Her eyes were shut tightly, as though willing herself to disappear, but she couldn't block out the intensity of his presence. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breathing shallow as she struggled to find words.

Then without any warning his cold, slightly rough hands slowly trail up her bare skin under her shirt, causing goosebumps to form on her skin. "Ishan...." she whispered, her voice cracking barely audible.

"What?" Ishan said softly. His hands continue to roam over her body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He nips at her ear, his voice low and commanding. " Does my cold, rough hands on your warm skin make you feel..." He trail his hand from her waist and slowly started moving upside making her gasp. He saw her with his eyes darkening with desire. "So sensitive..."

He slowly moves his body down, his face now level with her waist. His breath, hot and heavy, can be felt on her bare skin. He looks up at her, He could sense her body tensing, her breath hitching in her throat as he leaned in closer, his face dipping lower towards her midriff. His dark eyes remained locked with her, watching the fear across her features.

He could feel the way her chest rose and fell rapidly with each shaky inhale, could hear the soft, muffled sounds of her tears.

He looked deeply into her eyes, his gaze intense. Tears clung to her long lashes spill down her cheek. The sight of them, the raw, unbridled emotion in her eyes, made something clench painfully in his chest. He knew he should feel anger, outrage at her daring to run from him.

"Naina," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. His fingers tightened slightly on her waist, not painfully, but with a possessive, almost desperate intensity. His heart clenched while hearing her continue sobs, the sound tearing through the heavy silence of the room. Seeing her like this, feeling her body tremble beneath his touch, unleashed a maelstrom of emotions within him.

Slowly, he kissed her bare waist, and gently began to press soft kisses along the smooth expanse of her waist, his lips lingering on her cool skin. With each tender kiss, he could feel her body shuddering, her breath hitching in her throat. The sensation of her tears, the sound of her muffled sobs, only served to fuel the protectiveness that surged through him.

Unable to resist the urge any longer, He wrapped his strong arms around her waist, pulling her shaking form flush against his chest. He held her tightly, he rested his cheek against her stomach. His embrace was a silent promise to never let her go.

"Shhh" he murmured, his deep voice rumbling against her skin. He tightened his arms around her pressing her closer. He remained still, his face pressed against her waist, his arms wrapped tightly around her trembling body."I'm sorry." he murmured, barely a whisper, his breath warm against her skin. He could hear her rapid, shallow breaths, the soft sniffles and muffled cries that filled the room. The sound of her distress tore at his heart, making it ache in a way he had never experienced before. For a long while, he simply held held, not saying a word.

After a while her sobs gradually subsided, though her body trembled in his arms. Neither of them spoke for a long time, the silence between them broken only by the sound of Naina's shaky breathing. Ishan didn't let go, keeping her close as if this was his way of reassuring her-or maybe himself-that she was still there.

As the seconds stretched into minutes, Naina slowly began to relax in his arms, though her guard remained up. Now, only the faint sound of Naina's sobs filled the room. Her breathing was uneven, and tears still rolled down her cheeks, but the storm of her cries had calmed. Ishan, still holding her close, took a deep breath. His voice was heavy as he softly said, "I never wanted this to happen....never... wanted to hurt you."

Naina didn't respond. She just stayed there, her head resting against the soft pillow behind her and her trembling fingers clutching the small fabric of his shirt. "But you... you force me to, Naina. You leave me no choice." he added, his voice was as low as a whisper.

He was still lying against her waist, his face pressed lightly against her stomach as if seeking solace in the chaos that filled his heart. Slowly, he lifted his gaze toward Naina, his eyes carrying a storm of emotions-anger, love, regret, and obsession, all tangled together.

Naina's tear-streaked face looked down at him, still frozen in fear and confusion. She didn't move, didn't speak. Her breaths were shallow, and her body trembled beneath his touch.

Ishan shifted upward slightly, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he were trying to calm her-or himself. He reached out gently, his fingers brushing against her face before tucking her hair softly behind her ear. His touch lingered there for a moment, his thumb tracing her temple as his eyes searched hers.

"Why do you make it so hard, Naina?" he murmured, his voice barely audible. His forehead lightly leaned against hers as his hand dropped back down to her waist. The room fell silent again except for the sound of their breathing-hers uneven and shallow, his heavy and labored.

For a moment, it felt as if time had stopped, as if the weight of everything they'd been through hung in the air between them. Naina didn't say anything for a while, but the weight of her thoughts was unbearable now. She couldn't hold it in anymore. Her voice trembled as she finally asked, "Did you... did you kill Shalini.....?"

Ishan closed his eyes, his jaw tightening with restrained anger. He let out a heavy breath before slowly opening them, his gaze dark and unreadable. He pulled back slightly and looked at her-really looked at her-taking in her trembling form, her tear-filled eyes, and her raw fear.

Without a word, he reached for her face, lifting it gently but firmly so she had no choice but to meet his eyes. His expression was calm, but there was an edge to his voice as he asked, "What do you think?"

The way he spoke sent a chill down her spine. His tone wasn't loud or aggressive-it was low, dangerous, and full of warning. Naina froze, her mind racing as her heart pounded. She was terrified, but a part of her desperately clung to the hope that his answer would be no, that he hadn't crossed that line. She stared at him, silently pleading, wishing he would put her worst fears to rest.

Ishan studied her for a moment, noticing the way her eyes were begging for a sliver of reassurance. His anger softened slightly, and he let out a long, measured sigh.

"No," he finally said, his voice steady but firm.

Naina close her eye, relief washing over her, but it didn't completely dissolve the tension. The way he had answered-the way he had taken his time-still left her unsettled.

Ishaan slowly leaned in, nuzzling her neck and planting soft kisses, his breath warm against her trembling neck. She was shivering, her tears still falling silently, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to process everything.

His hand rested lightly against her waist. "You know, Naina," he began softly, his voice low and deliberate, almost as though he was sharing a secret, "The ocean's a funny place. Everyone's terrified of sharks. Those sharp teeth, the cold stare... it's enough to give anyone nightmares."

Naina sniffled quietly, her body stiff but still listening, her eyes darting towards the cealing .

"But you know what's more dangerous than sharks sometimes?" he asked, a faint, almost wistful smile on his lips. While moving his face form her neck to her face looking directly into her eyes.

She looked at him cautiously, unsure where this was going, her tears still slipping down her face.

"Dolphins," he said, his tone soft yet pointed. "They look cute, harmless, like they couldn't hurt a soul. People trust them, admire them. But they can be aggressive, unpredictable, and cruel when they want to be, But... Sharks... they're honest. They look scary, sure, but they don't hide who they are. You always know what to expect."

Naina sniffled again, her fear and confusion visible, as if she was trying to decode the meaning behind his words.

Ishan's hand moved to cup her face, his thumb gently grazing her jawline as his voice dropped to a whisper. "I know you're terrified of me. And I know my personality must seem just as dangerous and suffocating as a shark's to you. But, Naina... I'm honest about who I am. What you see is what you get. There's no pretense, no lies."

She swallowed hard, her lips trembling, still unsure of what to say.

His gaze softened for a moment as his thumb stilled against her cheek. "And this obsession I have for you... it shouldn't harm you. It should never harm you."

The weight of his words hung in the air, and Naina couldn't shake the unease in her heart. As much as she wanted to believe him, the intensity of -his obsession-was something she couldn't understand or escape.

Naina remained silent, her wide, tear-filled eyes fixed on Ishan. Her lips trembled as if she wanted to say something, but no words came out. She just stared at him, unsure, scared, and overwhelmed. Ishan gazed at her for a moment, his expression softening as he took in her silence. Slowly, he leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment. As he pulled back, his hand brushed her hair away from her face with a tenderness that contrasted starkly with his intense demeanor from earlier. His voice was low, almost a whisper, but every word was laced with emotion.

"You're precious, Naina," he said softly, his eyes locked onto hers. "So precious."

The sincerity in his voice hung heavy in the air, making her heart race even faster. But she couldn't shake the turmoil within her. The contrast of his gentleness and the storm she'd seen in him moments ago left her both confused and afraid.

She sat frozen, her breath shaky, as he watched her, his fingers still softly tracing the curve of her cheek. Ishan's gaze never left Naina as he gently tilted her chin upward, his thumb brushing softly against her lower lips. Her trembling breaths were the only sound in the room, filling the silence between them.

With a voice barely above a whisper, he said, "I love you."

The words lingered in the air, heavy and unshakable. His tone was soft, yet it carried a weight that made her heart skip a beat. Naina's wide, teary eyes searched his face, trying to find meaning in his words, trying to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions she felt. The tenderness in his confession clashed with the fear she still carried, leaving her speechless.

Ishan leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers, his breaths mingling with hers. "I love you," he repeated, this time with even more conviction. "Not in a way that's easy or simple. But in a way that consumes me. In a way that makes it impossible for me to let you go."

A tear slipped down Naina's cheek as she closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of his words and the man before her. The room felt charged with emotions-love, fear, longing-all colliding in that moment.

"I love you...... Naina." he slowly whispered while his lips gently brushed against hers in a kiss.



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