As Naina sat quietly, she was fully aware that speaking to Ishaan in this moment would only bring her harm. She could sense the looming danger surrounding her, and the reality of the situation weighed heavily on her heart. She felt as if everything in her life was slipping away-her family, her childhood, and even her new job. It all seemed so distant now, slipping through her fingers, leaving her feeling isolated.

But there was one thing that held her back from fully breaking down, and that was the thought of Shalini, karan and her cat. She was about to meet them again, but what would they think? Would Shalini understand why Naina had fled? Would she ever be able to go back to her normal life, or was this now her new reality?

In the midst of these overwhelming thoughts, Naina didn't even hear Ishaan's voice calling her. It wasn't until he placed his hand on her shoulder that she snapped out of her trance, startled by his touch. She turned to look at him, her fear evident in her eyes. His gaze was steady, but there was a tension in his posture, something dangerous lurking in his calmness. He asked, "Shall we go?"

Her heartbeat quickened as her anxiety shot through the roof. She didn't want to get up, didn't want to face what was coming, but she had no choice. Ishaan left the car and adjusted his collar as he made his way to her side. He opened the door for her and, seeing the tears in her eyes, he knew exactly what she was feeling. Naina wanted to stay in the car, to avoid whatever fate awaited her, but Ishaan wasn't going to let her. He leaned down, gently lifting her into his arms, cradling her against his chest as he carried her out of the car and toward the private plane.

The plane was already waiting, its sleek black exterior contrasting sharply against the soft glow of the evening. The bodyguards who worked for Ishaan stood by, silent and stoic, making sure no one interfered with their departure. The atmosphere was heavy, and Naina could feel it-this was a world she had never truly belonged to, and now it was swallowing her whole.

As Ishaan carried Naina through the airfield, her fear deepened. She was trapped in this strange reality, helpless as she was taken further away from everything familiar. She noticed the bodyguards their eyes fixed firmly on the ground as they passed by. Ishaan's presence was overpowering, his aura commanding attention without even trying. Naina knew exactly what he was capable of, and the thought sent shivers down her spine.

Once inside the plane, Ishaan carefully placed her in one of the luxurious seats. The interior of the plane was stunning, far more extravagant than anything. The lavish decor gave off a feeling of isolation, making Naina feel even more alone in her misery. She sat back, staring out of the window as her homeland of Kashmir faded into the distance. She felt a deep sense of loss- her memories, everything she had known seemed like it was disappearing.

Ishaan, sitting across from her, seemed completely absorbed in his phone call. He had become distant, lost in his own world as he negotiated with Sahil about the meetings he had postponed. Naina hated him more with each passing second. Every word, every glance, every gesture from him only fueled her anger and frustration. She gritted her teeth, trying to hold back her tears, as she sank deeper into her seat, unable to escape the reality of her situation. She felt trapped-not just physically, but emotionally as well, caught in a web.



I stole a glance at Naina, who was yawning every 2-3 minutes. She looked utterly exhausted; it was written all over her face. I could see the exhaustion, the strain, . But there was a sense of calm because now, she was with me.

I was tied up with important calls, rescheduling all the meetings I had delayed after my father's death. It was a lot of work, but I knew I had to get everything back on track. I could feel the tension in the air, but I didn't let it affect me. As I finished the call, I stood up, cutting it short, and walked over to her.

She looked at me for a brief second. There was a flicker of something in her eyes, and her face clearly showed it. She was trying to avoid me, as if she could somehow escape or deny what was happening. But I knew better. She wasn't in control anymore.

I moved toward her, gently lifting her into my arms again, despite the faint resistance I felt.

She whispered softly, "Don't."

I ignored her request and carried her into a private room inside the plane. She seemed a little confused at first, her eyes darting around as if trying to figure out what was happening, but I wasn't in the mood to explain myself.

I carefully laid her down on the bed, pulling the comforter over her. She didn't say anything, just quietly watched me, observing my every move. Her eyes were filled with silent questions, but I didn't answer them. I bent down and kissed her forehead gently, my voice soft as I whispered, "Sleep. You've been through enough."

Her face turned away from me in frustration, anger evident in her body language.



I sighed, my fingers gently brushing over her face, pushing her hair back from her eyes. I looked at her one last time before I left the room. I could feel her bitterness, the struggle she was going through, but that was her battle. For now, I had other things to focus on.

I walked out of the room, back to the main cabin where the seats were. I needed to regain control, to keep everything in place. She would understand soon enough-she had no choice.

I don't want to hurt Naina, but what can I do? Every little thing about her has driven me completely insane. I've never felt this way before in my entire life. I've never seen a girl so captivating-not just because of her looks but everything about her. She's mesmerizing in ways I can't even describe.

The way she glares at me with that fiery expression-uff, that makes me even crazier. Those eyes, sharp and intense, hold me captive. And her lips... every time I look at them, all I want to do is kiss her hard, claim her as mine. She's not just under my skin-she's in my soul now. I don't even know when this madness began, but I know one thing: there's no going back now.

I came and sat in the main cabin, even though all I wanted was to stay inside the room with her. But I knew if I did that, she'd get scared again, and then she wouldn't sleep peacefully.

Every part of me wanted to be near her, to watch her as she slept, to make sure she was okay. But I couldn't risk it-not now. She needed rest, and I couldn't let my presence take that away from her. So, I stayed outside, even though it was the last thing I wanted to do.



Naina opened her eyes, her gaze fixed on the ceiling. Her mind was foggy, but instinctively, she turned her head to the right, then to the left. What she saw shocked her. This wasn't just any room - it was that room. The one Ishaan had brought her to before, inside the house where he had displayed her paintings as if they were sacred treasures.

Confusion gripped her. How did I get back here? she wondered, her heart racing. Had she fallen into such a deep sleep that she didn't even notice being brought all the way here? The thought made her uneasy.

Despite the chaos in her mind, one truth stood clear: she was back. Back in Ishaan's world, the very place she had tried so desperately to escape. Naina slowly got out of bed, her mind still clouded with confusion. She stepped outside the room, noticing that the door was still open, just as it had been the last time. The faint memory of this house lingered in her thoughts, but she had never truly explored it. The last time she was here, all she wanted was to leave. But now, there was a strange calmness-an eerie silence that made her uneasy.

Her gaze drifted to the room where her paintings had been displayed, but the door was closed this time. The heavy drapes in the hallway swayed slightly with the morning breeze, and shadows played across the walls. The atmosphere was dim, the early dawn light barely breaking through.

As she walked further, a faint sound reached her ears-like the rustling of pages being flipped. The noise came from a room down the hallway. Her curiosity got the better of her, and she quietly made her way toward it. Standing outside the door, she hesitated for a moment before slowly pushing it open.

Tilting her head slightly, she peeked inside and saw Ishaan, sitting at a desk, focused on flipping through a file. His expression was intense, the light from a table lamp highlighting his sharp features. Naina thought she had gone unnoticed, but she was wrong.

Without lifting his eyes from the file, Ishaan spoke in a calm yet commanding voice. "Come in."

Her breath caught in her throat. How had he sensed her presence? She was momentarily taken aback but then sighed softly, deciding to step forward. Her footsteps were slow, hesitant, and deliberate.

As she approached, she couldn't help but notice how striking he looked. The closer she got, the more undeniable his magnetic aura became. Ishaan had a presence that demanded attention, effortlessly captivating anyone near him. But Naina had never allowed herself to be enchanted by his charm.

She was too busy fearing him.

Now, standing a few steps away from him, she remained silent, her hands nervously fidgeting at her sides. Ishaan finally glanced up from the file, his dark eyes meeting hers. The intensity in his gaze made her heart race, but she refused to look away this time. There was an unspoken tension between them-a battle of emotions that neither was willing to address.

Ishaan's voice was calm but firm as he said, "Come closer."

Naina blinked in surprise, unsure if she'd heard him right. She stood frozen, unwilling to move an inch. Ishaan didn't waver. This time, he extended his hand, gesturing for her to come closer.

Hesitation flickered in her eyes, but eventually, she took a hesitant step forward. Her pace was cautious, unsure of what he intended. Despite coming closer, she still maintained some distance between them.

Ishaan's arm remained extended, his fingers subtly urging her to come even closer. His silent persistence was unyielding. Reluctantly, Naina took a few more steps, the air between them thick with tension. When she was within reach, Ishaan seized the moment. His fingers gently wrapped around her wrist, firm yet without force.

Before she could comprehend what was happening, he pulled her toward him, guiding her effortlessly into his lap. A wave of shock coursed through Naina's body as she landed in his arms, her breath hitching. The unexpected closeness sent a strange, almost electric sensation through her. Panic flickered in her eyes, but Ishaan remained unnervingly calm.

He adjusted her gently, ensuring she was comfortable. His left arm wrapped securely around her waist, holding her in place as though she belonged there. His movements were protective, yet confident, leaving no room for resistance.

With his right hand, Ishaan calmly dragged the file from the table closer, resuming his focus without letting go of Naina. She sat there, rigid and confused, her mind spiraling. But Ishaan's composure was unsettling. The sheer ease with which he had claimed this moment left her speechless.

He glanced at her briefly, the faintest hint of amusement playing on his lips as though daring her to protest. Yet, Naina remained silent, her heart racing wildly against the quiet assurance of his hold.

Ishaan removed his hand from the file and gently traced his finger along Naina's face. His touch was feather-light yet deliberate, sending a sudden chill down her spine. Her body tensed momentarily, overwhelmed by the unexpected sensation.

Naina's breath hitched as she slowly turned to look at him. Ishaan's gaze was unwavering, his dark, intense eyes fixed solely on her. There was something magnetic about the way he looked at her, as if the rest of the world had ceased to exist.

For the first time, Naina didn't feel fear in his presence. It baffled her-was it because she'd grown numb to the chaos he brought into her life, or was it something far more dangerous? She couldn't understand why her heart wasn't racing with panic but instead thudded heavily, as if drawn into a rhythm dictated by Ishaan's mesmerizing gaze.

His eyes, deep and intoxicating, seemed to pull her into a realm where logic and apprehension had no place. Naina's mind blurred, and she felt as though she were sinking into the abyss of his hypnotic stare. Her surroundings faded, the luxurious room, the shadows, everything except Ishaan and the peculiar warmth of his lap beneath her. The thought should have terrified her-sitting in the very place she had considered a trap.

Ishaan's lips curved slightly as though he could sense her conflicted thoughts. His finger lingered on her cheek, a silent claim that left Naina questioning the very boundaries she had vowed to protect.

Naina's breathing grew shallow and unsteady, yet in the quiet room, every breath echoed softly. The subtle tension between them was palpable. Ishaan's fingers traced along her face, gliding smoothly down to her neck. His touch lingered there, slow and deliberate, as if mapping every inch of her skin.

As his fingers circled her neck, they brushed against a delicate chain-a simple piece adorned with a small green emerald. The faint shimmer caught Ishaan's attention, drawing his gaze. He remembered feeling it against his lips the first time he had kissed her neck. Back then, his desire to touch her had eclipsed everything, even the details of something as simple as a chain.

But now, with Naina seated on his lap, completely within his reach, the emerald glinted like a small secret demanding his attention.

His hand moved gently over the chain, feeling its smooth surface. His voice was soft, curious yet tinged with possessiveness as he asked, "Do you always wear this?"

Naina blinked, momentarily pulled from the daze his touch had created. There was a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes, but she simply nodded, her lips pressed together.

Ishaan tilted his head slightly, his gaze never wavering. "Why?" he pressed, his voice low but insistent.

Naina hesitated, Her voice was barely above a whisper as she replied, "My mother....gave it to me before..." Her words trailed off, her expression clouded with bittersweet memories.

Ishaan's fingers stilled for a moment. He sensed the weight of her words and the sentimental value the chain held. The possessiveness in his gaze softened, replaced by something gentler.

He traced the emerald before lifting his eyes back to hers. "It suits you," he said quietly, Naina stared at him silently, her lips parting slightly, but no words came out. Her heartbeat raced, and she felt a strange nervousness creeping into her chest. Ishaan gently pulled her closer, wrapping his arm firmly around her back. Giving her a warm, comforting tight hug, he rested his face near her neck. The softness of his breath brought Naina an inexplicable sense of fear, "Are you Ready?" he asked softly, his voice warm but commanding. Naina blinked, unsure what he meant. her confusion was evident.

Ishaan pulled his face back from her neck, his lips curved into a playful yet knowing smirk as he gently tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. His voice was low and deliberate. "For the wedding."

Naina's breath hitched. Her worst fear, was now out in the open. Her entire body tensed as cold dread washed over her. Her hands trembled slightly as she whispered, "Ishaan..."

He was still watching her intently, clearly entertained by her stunned expression. Her vulnerability only seemed to fuel his obsession.

"Please..." Naina's voice was barely audible, fragile with fear.

Ishaan tilted his head closer, their faces mere inches apart now. His voice dropped into a dangerously soothing tone as he said, "Why?"

Naina didn't respond immediately. Her lips trembled as she fought an internal battle. How could she possibly explain the fears she had carried since childhood? She had grown up witnessing her parents' endless arguments, despite theirs being a love marriage. To her, marriage had always been synonymous with pain, disappointment, and fights.

But it wasn't just marriage that terrified her-it was physical touch. Her childhood trauma had left deep scars, and even the slightest contact awakened memories she desperately wanted to forget. Naina wanted to tell Ishaan all this, to bare her truth, but fear clutched her heart. What if he turned out to be like those people who didn't understand her fears?

Naina was lost in her thoughts when Ishaan's phone buzzed. He glanced at her tense expression before reaching for the phone on the table, still holding her securely on his lap. The voice on the other side belonged to Shalini, filled with heavy sadness.

"Ishaan, did you bring Naina back?" Shalini's voice cracked with emotion.

Ishaan sighed deeply, his gaze briefly landing on Naina, who was watching him silently. As soon as their eyes met, she quickly looked away, her vulnerability evident.

He hummed in response, keeping his voice neutral.

"Please... can I talk to her?" Shalini asked hesitantly, her tone pleading.

A flash of anger flickered across Ishaan's face. He didn't want Shalini or Karan to speak to Naina. The thought of how they had failed to protect her infuriated him.

"No," Ishaan said firmly.

Naina, unaware of the caller's identity, could hear the faint sound of a distressed voice. She tilted her head, curiosity and unease brewing in her.

"You don't deserve to speak to Naina," Ishaan said coldly.

Naina's eyes widened in shock as she realized who he was talking to. Vulnerability washed over her, but she remained frozen, listening intently.

Shalini's voice quivered. "What do you mean, Ishaan? She's our daughter!"

Ishaan's voice was calm but sharp. "So what? She's going to be my wife now."

Naina's heart sank at his words. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision.

"W-wife?" Shalini stammered in disbelief. "What do you mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean," Ishaan replied, his tone unyielding as his gaze remained fixed on Naina.

A tear rolled down Naina's cheek, the weight of his words and the situation breaking her resolve. Before she could gather herself, Ishaan ended the call and turned toward her. Anger surged through Naina, overpowering the sadness. Her tolerance had reached its limit. She tried to rise from his lap, her breathing ragged with fury. "Let me go!" she demanded, struggling against his grip.

Ishaan tightened his hold, his expression unreadable.

"Leave me!" Naina's voice grew louder, her fists landing on his chest as she fought to break free. Tears streamed down her face as frustration and helplessness consumed her. "You're insane! Crazy, Ishaan!" Her words hung in the air, sharp and filled with raw emotion. Ishaan's expression darkened as he held her trembling body, Ishaan didn't say a word as he lifted Naina off his lap and carried her to a room. Despite her struggling, his grip was firm. Her breath was uneven, panic visible in her wide eyes.

"Ishaan, please stop!" she begged, her voice cracking.

He pushed open a door and stepped inside, placing her gently on the bed. His eyes, intense and unwavering, met hers.

"Shut up, or it'll be bad," he warned in a low, threatening voice.

Naina's chest heaved as she gasped for breath. Tears streamed down her face. "Take me home, Ishaan. Please... I need to go to Shalini Aunty. I want to go back," she pleaded, her voice breaking into sobs.

Ishaan's expression hardened. He walked over to a nearby wardrobe, pulled something out, and tossed it onto the bed.

"Put this on," he commanded, his voice devoid of emotion. "And I'm not repeating myself."

Naina turned her tear-streaked face toward the bed and gasped in shock. A breathtakingly beautiful wedding lehenga lay spread out before her, its intricate embroidery shimmering under the dim light.

Her eyes widened in disbelief. "No," she whispered. "No, please, Ishaan... don't do this."

Ishaan moved closer, his gaze dark and intense. He slipped his hand into her hair from the back, gently but firmly pulling her toward him. Before Naina could react, his lips captured hers in a deep, passionate kiss, one filled with possessiveness and raw emotion. Her breath hitched, and for a moment, her body went completely still, he pulled back, his voice was low but commanding. "You have thirty minutes, Naina. After that, I won't ask."

Naina's entire body froze, a cold wave of shock washing over her. Her mind was numb, trying to process the whirlwind of emotions and the weight of his words. Fear, confusion, and disbelief tangled in her chest, leaving her speechless.



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