A girl in her 20s adorned in a red lehenga is running for her life. Her lips were painted red, and the dark makeup on her face makes her look bold.

She was running on the road absentmindedly, not knowing where to go. The lehenga was heavy, too heavy that she was not able to run properly.

"I have to go far from here, or else he will make my life a living hell." She mumbled to herself, The road, which was empty and dark, now came in contact with the car headlights, lighting the edge of the road. She raised her hand to stop the car.

The car stopped in front of her, and four men came out of the car. "Lift chahiye madam ji." The man said in a drunken voice, "Do you want a lift, madam? She shook her head in no.

"Arre, arre, kaha jari hai?" The other man said, gripping her wrist as she struggled under his grip, her chest tightened with fear.

(Oh, where are you trying to go?)

She pulled her wrist so harshly that her bangles broke, scratching her wrist. "Oo pakad usse wo bhagri hai," the same man said while running behind her.

(Catch her; she is running away.)

She fastened her steps and entered the dark forest. It seemed to look more dangerous from the sight of hers as she ran through the large trees, which were looking in the darkness more dangerous, like a tall man standing, but all she was thinking of was running away from there.

The sharp leaves bruising her arms, the blood drips from her forearms, the heel making her leg hurt so much that she threw them away somewhere in the darkness and began to run.

Her hair was a mess. The makeup on her face ruined her lipstick; smudged, the tears were dry, but her lashes were wet. The darkness turned darker that she could barely see in front, but she was still feeling that someone was following her. Each step she was taking felt heavier.

Because she pushed the weight that someone was walking behind her, but she refused to look back, a sharp pain erupted in her feet as she fell down. "Ahh," she screamed and hissed, but gathering up herself, she stood up.

But her legs felt numb as a tall figure hung in front of her on a tree; the blood dripping from his neck was fresh.

The blood dripped over her palm as she screamed and looked around. There were dead bodies hanging on the tree around her. She couldn't breathe. Those were the same men who were trying to kidnap her.

Her eyes widened when she saw their hands were absent from their bodies; she was not able to move. "He came," she mumbled under her breath.

"Takaya krasivaya" A soft whisper brushed his lips over her ear: "Tsk tsk, I didn't want to kill them, but I have to because they tried to hurt you." He paused, his lips hovering on her neck to collarbone. "I have the only right to hurt you because you're Moya, Vse Moya." He kissed her collarbone lightly. A shiver ran down her spine. She clutched her lehenga tightly, and her knuckles turned white.

"Right, sweetheart." He raised his hand as he pulled down the syringe in her neck; she hissed in pain and turned around. His green eyes shone in the moonlight as she completely fell in his arms.

"You belong to me, Red." He whispered before taking her in his arms, his jaw clenching, his muscle tightening.

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