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The story starts in the city of Milan, Italy. Milan is as beautiful as its name suggests and is renowned as a fashion design hub.
Next to this magnificent city, there is a splendid European-style villa surrounded by bodyguards dressed in black uniforms. The exterior of the villa looked stunning, but its interior was even more exquisite, filled with countless antique and expensive items. The atmosphere in the grand hall of the villa was eerie and frightening.
A man with a stern expression stood there, exuding a dangerous aura. He looked like he hadn't smiled in years. His face was as hard as stone, capable of intimidating anyone. The people standing around him had sweat dripping from their foreheads, unable to move due to fear. Suddenly, a deep and eerie voice echoed throughout the villa.
"I keep the world's best commandos and fighters not because I want a mere girl to escape from under my nose. If you don't bring that girl back here within a few hours, you can bid farewell to your life," he said.
The man, named Kevin (Christopher's personal secretary), was trembling in fear. He felt as though he would collapse any moment, but somehow, he managed to compose himself and stood there, barely holding on.
Just then, the spine-chilling voice echoed again, asking why you still hadn't found the girl.
Kevin replied, "sir , I am trying my best, and we are very close to finding her."
Cutting him off, the man said, "I don't believe on attempts, I want results. In my world, only winners survive, and Christopher never learns to lose."
Christopher declared, "I don't believe in trying; I believe in myself. That's why I always win. Christopher means only victory."
Justin... What are you going to do with that girl? Look, she's very innocent, and no one was there for her when all this happened. If we consider everything, she's the one who has suffered the most. Just think about what she must have gone through. You should...
Interrupting her, the man replied in a scary tone, "I don't have a heart; I don't think with my heart but with my brain. I trust only those who are foolish. All the decisions I've made so far have been based on my intellect, and that's why I am where I am today..."
People often dream of achieving great things, but they fail to accomplish them because they get stuck between their heart and mind. They can't make a decision. But in my life, emotions have no place, nor is there any place for them in my decisions. The world always runs after those who make decisions based on their brain.
Those who have money, fame, and power, the world bows down to them. Even women run after those who possess immense wealth and power.
That girl is very foolish. If she hadn't rejected my money and silently accepted it, she wouldn't be in this situation today.
She rejected my money, and that's why she caught Christopher's eye. This emotionally foolish girl has chosen her own path after listening to her heart...
Holding his head still, Justin thought, "It was a stone heart before, and it's still a stone heart. Nothing can change that. Only God can save that girl."
"That girl can't be saved by you or anyone else. She screamed in anger, her face visibly red with rage."
Her loud and furious voice scared Justin for a moment.
For a few moments, there was complete silence, so intense that even if a pin dropped, it would be heard clearly.
Suddenly, the silence was broken by the ringing of someone's phone, and it was Christopher's phone.
Without any expression, Christopher stared at the moon for a while and then answered the call, but he didn't dare to say a word. He kept the phone to his ear and stood there.
From the other side, a voice came, "Boss, we've found the girl. Bring her here." Christopher said okay and ended the call immediately.
Meanwhile, two bodyguards forcefully brought a girl into the villa, and they stood her in front of the man.
A girl was screaming frantically, repeatedly asking to be let go, but the bodyguards behaved as if they couldn't hear anything. But when she lifted her face, she saw a stern man whose aura seemed more dangerous than any scary demon, and dark vibes surrounded him from all sides.
Shailavi, looking at him for a moment, was terrified, but in the next moment, she glared fiercely at Christopher, her fear replaced by anger. It was as if she could burn him to ashes with just her gaze.
Shailavi: How dare you forcefully bring me here? Leave me alone, or it won't be good for you! Shailavi said all this while almost screaming.
Uff... Your gestures alone have attracted me towards you. Unintentionally, my attention goes to you like a magnet.
This attitude of yours, standing boldly in front of me, and not being afraid of me, tell me everything that's in your mind... You've truly captivated me to see more of you...
But I didn't like your attitude at all, and I will break that attitude no matter what... I will make you come to me...
Very soon, your wide-open eyes will always bow down before me... Be prepared, your bad time has begun...
Your courage inside made you bring my child here, taking him away from me forcefully. But don't even think of calling him your own, or it won't be good for you...
Christopher replied sarcastically, "Indeed, I would like to see which police station you complain against me, and who has the guts to write a police complaint against me."
Listening to Christopher, Shailavi almost screamed, "This child is not yours; this child belongs solely to Shailavi Thakur."
"This child is not yours; he only belongs to Christopher Martin. So don't even think of calling him yours; it won't work for you. Your courage will also break very soon, along with your pride and this attitude of yours."
Christopher said all this in a sarcastic tone.
Upon hearing Shailavi, Christopher burst into a wicked laugh, looking at her scared face. "Baby, you are still very innocent; you don't know anything about me," he said with a sardonic smile.
"I am the uncontrollable emperor of this place; no one dares to speak against me here," he said in his harsh and cold voice, continuing to mock her.
Shailavi was trembling inside, her whole body filled with fear as she saw Christopher's cold, cruel face. She didn't even have the courage to look him in the eyes. Instead, her terrified gaze was fixed on his bloodied hands.
"How did you all dare to touch this girl, whom Christopher can touch?!" he said in a terrifying tone.
Then he suddenly snatched the knife from Shera's hands, and in an instant, cut the hands of the bodyguard standing next to him. Blood gushed out from all sides, and the bodyguard wailed in pain. He pleaded for mercy.
"This is the same bodyguard who was dragging Shailavi here a while ago," Christopher remarked mockingly. "You people have the audacity to touch this girl whom I can touch. So, I had to separate you from her by cutting your hands."
Shailavi's heart was shaken as she witnessed all this. She couldn't believe how someone could treat another human being like an animal. He truly had no compassion; he was heartless.
Seeing all these things, she immediately decided that she would never hand her child over to Christopher, no matter what she had to do or how far she had to go. She would go through anything but would keep her child safe from this ruthless man.
Christopher kept on observing Shailavi's changing emotions on her disturbed face.
So, what will Christopher do with the girl? Will he harm her or give her some other punishment?