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My footsteps echoed through the empty mansion as she walked by my side. The sound of our synchronized steps reverberated off the walls, creating a sense of companionship in the eerie silence. "Good morning, sir," the maid greeted us as we made our way to the grand staircase. The warm smile on her face contrasted with the cold atmosphere of the mansion.

Her eyes flickered over Noor, who stood beside me lost in her thoughts. The maid's gaze lingered on Noor for a moment, a flicker of curiosity passing through her expression before she quickly returned her attention to me. The silence of the mansion seemed to deepen as we continued our journey through the empty halls.

I stopped in front of the room, the door looming ominously in front of us. Noor finally snapped out of her reverie, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of the room. A smirk plastered my lips, the glass pieces on the floor shining in the dim light. "I thought I should welcome you in a pleasant way that you will never forget." My voice was sarcastic and slightly menacing. Noor's expression shifted from curiosity to unease as she hesitated to step forward.

"Walk," my voice demanding, her eyes turning teary. I used to hate tears in her eyes; now they give me peace and satisfaction. "Don't be afraid, Noor. This is just the beginning of your adventure," I said, trying to reassure her as I gestured towards the room, my smirk growing wider.

"Ye kaanch hai aap hume ispe chalne ka kehre hai," her voice slightly trembling.

"There are glass pieces you want me to walk on them."

I nodded my head slightly; she shook her head slightly, my eyes turning darker as I grabbed her neck. "Never disobey me; it will cost you so much that you can't even imagine." Noor's eyes widened in fear as she realized the gravity of the situation, her breath quickening. "I will do as you say," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Good," a whisper left out as I loosened the grip around her neck. She coughed slightly and slowly stepped on the glass pieces. A scream left out of her mouth as she winced in pain, blood trickling down her feet. "Remember this lesson," I said coldly, watching her struggle with each step.

"Humse nahi hoga hume takleef hori hai," she said, tears streaming down her face as she tried to keep moving forward despite the pain.

"I can't do it; I am in pain."

"You will learn to endure," I replied, my tone unforgiving as I watched her struggle. "You will thank me later for making you stronger," I added, a cruel smile playing on my lips as I continued to watch her suffer.

I watched her step on the big glass piece as it pierced through her skin; a painfully yet terrifying scream left her mouth. The blood covering the glass pieces glistened in the sunlight. She halted on her steps and landed on the glass pieces. I moved forward, the glass pieces crumbling beneath my feet as I approached her, my eyes filled with a sadistic pleasure at her pain. "This is just the beginning," I whispered, relishing in her agony as she realized the true extent of what she had gotten herself into.

I wrapped my hands around her waist, one sliding beneath her knees, and lifted her up, carrying her away from the shards of glass. Her cries of pain only fueled my desire to inflict more suffering upon her, a twisted sense of satisfaction washing over me.

As I carried her further away from the broken glass, I could feel her trembling in my arms, a mix of fear and helplessness in her eyes. The power I held over her in that moment was intoxicating, and I knew I would stop at nothing to break her completely.

"itni nafrat thi to, mere baap ko mujhe khareedne ke paise kyu diye," her voice quivered as she spoke, a hint of defiance breaking through her fear. I chuckled darkly, relishing in the control I had over her.

"If you hate me this much, then why did you give money to my father and buy me?"

"Purana hisaab," a low yet menacing growl escaped my lips as I tightened my grip on her trembling form, savoring the taste of power coursing through my veins.

"old accounts"

I leaned in closer, my eyes glinting with malice as I whispered, "And now it's time to settle them once and for all." With a cold smile, I knew that her defiance would only fuel my desire to break her completely.

I pulled her down on the bed "rest," a small chuckle escaping my lips as I prepared to unleash the full extent of my wrath upon her. "You're going to regret ever crossing me," I hissed, relishing the fear in her eyes as she realized the gravity of her mistake.

"Always remember to never disobey me, understand?" I question her, my voice low and menacing. "I will make sure you never forget who is in control here." With a cruel glint in my eyes, I knew she would never dare to defy me again.

She watched me silently as I left the room without looking behind.



I am a girl who was never treated in a right way, neither by her parents nor by anyone else, but now he has control over me. Why am I even up here? I thought he would give me the life I wanted, but now I am trapped in this intoxicating room, and his behavior-I knew he would hate me, hate me as much as he wanted, but I knew somewhere he would melt. I looked down as I wrapped the bandage around my feet and lay down, covering myself with the quilt.

I couldn't help but wonder how I had ended up in this situation, feeling trapped and controlled. Despite his harsh behavior, a small part of me held onto hope that he would eventually show some kindness.

He is physically harming me. I hate it, Zyran. I hate the way you look at me; this is not the same way you looked at me. 2 years ago, just in two years, you changed this much. I realized that the person I once knew had changed drastically, leaving me feeling confused and scared. The fear of what he might do next lingered in my mind, making me question my own safety and well-being.

He hates me so much.

My eyelids felt heavier than the pain in my feet. Turning to the other side of the bed, I closed my eyes and tried to block out the negative thoughts that were consuming me. The weight of his hatred felt suffocating, but I knew I had to find a way to protect myself from his toxic emotions.

But the only thing I remember was the moment of 2 years ago.

Passing through the corridors I saw him standing there, passing a peaceful smile at me. "Noor," he called out my name, his voice calm and soft, as if nothing had changed between us. It was a stark contrast to the hatred I had felt from him recently, and for a brief moment, I allowed myself to remember the good times we had shared before everything fell apart.

"Come with me," he said, and as I followed his lead through the corridors, he opened the room. The lights were off. I held his hand to not stumble and fall, and he entwined his finger with mine. The lights came back suddenly, edging everything in the room.

The flower lying down on the floor caught my eye, its delicate petals crushed beneath our feet. I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness at the sight, a reminder of the beauty that had been destroyed in our relationship.

The petals guided us to the table lying between the center of the room, two plates set with a single rose on each, a symbol of love and hope amidst the darkness. The room felt heavy with unspoken words and emotions as we both took our seats in silence.

"Why did you do this, Zyran?" I ask, looking at him with excitement in my eyes. "Tumhe khush dekhna chahta hu, Noor," he replied, making my heart flutter at his words. His response filled me with a mix of emotions, unsure of how to process the gesture but grateful for the effort he had put in to make me happy. As we sat across from each other, the tension in the room slowly dissipated, replaced by a sense of understanding.

I want to see you happy, Noor."

"Now everything is ruined because of me. It was my fault. I should have told him the truth, but how will he believe me?" I questioned myself. Coming out of the thoughts, our good memory that we spent together flashed in my mind, making me regret not being honest with him sooner. I knew I had to find a way to make things right and earn back his trust.

I closed my eyes. Tears scrolled down even though I tried to control the hurtful memories that still haunted me. He was my everything. I loved him. I love him still now. I didn't when sleep consumed me.



"What are you waiting for, Zayden? The diamond safely reached his owner, Zyran's smirk growing wider as he talked to the person on the call. Zayden's smile faded. "How did you do that?" Zayden asked. "Get up from the ground, man. Look up at the sky and think like a gangster, my dear enemy." Zyran's smirk grew wider at his words.

Zayden stomped his foot on the ground. "One day I will snatch everything from you, Zyran, and that day you will be on your knees in front of me begging for everything to give you back," Zayden declared with determination, his eyes blazing with revenge. Zyran chuckled, unfazed by the threat, and simply replied, "I look forward to that day, Zayden. But for now, enjoy the little victory you have."

Zyran hung up on the call and looked at Kaiz, who stood in front of him with a suitcase shining in the bright light. Kaiz stepped forward and swiftly pulled the suitcase on the table and slowly opened it. revealing a gun Zyran smirked, looking at the gun. "The model is quite impressive, Kaiz. But I'm not easily intimidated." Zyran's confidence seemed to unnerve Kaiz, who hesitated before speaking again.

"Sir, it's the AK 2 7, the latest model on the market. I suggest you reconsider your stance," Kaiz said, his voice wavering slightly. Zyran simply raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by the new information.

"You can keep it, Kaiz. I'm not interested." Zyran moved forward but stopped in his tracks. "Prepare a marriage contract by tomorrow," he said. Kaiz nodded from behind, and Zyran left the room, his steps steady as he moved towards Noor's room. Zyran's steps came to a stop as he stopped in front of her room.

He slightly turned the doorknob without knocking; he stepped inside the room and saw her curled up in the bed, her footprints of blood leading to the bed. She was sleeping peacefully, his hands resting in the pocket; he looked at her face, her dry tears staining her cheeks.

Somewhere his heart ached at her sight, but he ignored his feelings, remaining in his posture. He took the jug from the side table; before thinking, he threw it on her face. She jolted awake, startled by the sudden cold water splashing on her. As she wiped her face and looked up at him in confusion, he simply said, "Time to wake up and face reality."

"W-what?" she asked. "Cook for me," his voice firm and demanding. She hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly, realizing that there was no room for argument. She placed her feet on the floor, a sharp pain. Erupted in her feet as she realized her feet were bruised. Her feet unbalanced, she grabbed his arm to support herself.

Their gaze met, and she saw a flicker of concern in his eyes before he quickly masked it with a stern expression. "Let's get you to the kitchen," he said, before moving forward, leaving her behind. She watched his figure walking away; even in pain, she walked behind him slowly, wincing in pain as they entered the kitchen. "Do you know how to cook Italian pasta?" he asked, looking at her coldly. She shook her head slowly.

She was in immense pain, struggling to stand up, but she couldn't disobey the men standing in front of her, making her feel even more vulnerable. She knew she had to push through the pain and try to cook the pasta, despite her lack of experience.

"The maid will help you try to cook it better," his voice cold and authoritative, leaving her feeling even more inadequate. She nodded silently, determined to prove herself despite the obstacles in her way.

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He sat at the dining table as she placed the pasta in front of him. He took a bite slowly. She looked at him. He silently started to eat it. As he took the last bite, he looked at her. "Next time try to cook better without anyone's help," he said. "You can eat the leftovers." A smirk tugged her lips. She was forced to smile.

"Don't smile in front of me; I hate your smile." The smile faded from her lips as she looked at him struggling to meet his gaze. "You used to make me smile because you loved it," she said, finally gathering her confidence. "Used to," he said before he left the dining area, leaving her behind.

Tears welled up in her eyes. She looked down at the floor cleaning the dining table. She moved towards her room and entered the bathroom to clean herself. She looked at herself in the mirror, her vision blurring as she felt dizziness. She grabbed her head, feeling low.

Her foot slipped as her head hit the cupboard corner, bruising her forehead, and she fainted in the bathroom. The blood dripped from her forehead as she lay there lifelessly, unconscious on the cold bathroom floor. The sound of running water from the faucet mixed with her shallow breathing filled the room.

The water started to drip on the cold floor, wetting her hair and clothes, creating a small puddle around her. The room filled with a sense of urgency as the situation became more serious, with no one around to help her.

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