UNEXPECTED MEETING
Recap. :
"Wait for me here," he said before disappearing down the hallway, leaving me standing alone. It took a moment for the realization to sink in. I rushed out of the hallway and stopped at the top of the stairs when I heard a voice that is too familiar. I peeked and found Bhai Sa there. What is he doing here?
Ishika's 🐰🐇POV:
10:05 PM:
This is bad, really bad. I needed to hide fast. Peeking again, I saw Bhai Sa approaching. Panicking, I looked in the opposite direction, only to find Lucky returning empty-handed. There was no purse for him to pick up, god he must be furious.
'Aage kua peeche khai, kya karu? (There's a well in front and a ditch behind. What do I do?) I don't have time for this,' I thought, a surge of adrenaline coursing through me. I hurried up the stairs, my mind racing.
I raced down the second-floor hallway, my heart pounding in my ears. Desperate to escape, I tried opening several doors along the way. On my seventh attempt, luck was on my side. The door yielded, and I slipped inside, closing it softly behind me.
'Wait a minute bhai sa yaha hai main unse kyu chup rahi hu mujhe toh unse puchna chaiye ki vo yaha kar kya rahe hai. (Bhai Sa is here, why am I hiding from him, instead I should ask him what is he doing here?)'.
I decided to find Bhai Sa, but as I cautiously peeked out the door, I spotted Lucky searching the corridor, methodically trying every door. 'Kaha phasa diya Bhagwan ji (Where have you trapped me, God?)'
What do I do? Aagar isse main mil gai toh pata nhi kya karega aur rahi baat Bhai Sa ki toh unse toh main baat kar hi lungi.(If he caught me, I don't know what he would do to me. And as far as my brother is concerned, I'll definitely talk to him later.) Panic surged through me. My first instinct was to protect myself. I quickly locked the door, hoping to buy myself some time.
The room was shrouded in darkness and I couldn't see anything, the only lighting in the room was the moonlight filtering through the windows, the whole wall is covered with windows in this room, the room is too large. I don't even have my stuff with me, it's in the Saanvi's car.
"Should I jump out.... NO, No, it's too high.... Bhagwan ji aap hamesha mujhe hi kyu aise fasaate ho (God, why do you always trap me like this?)" I frantically scanned the room, my eyes darting from one window to the next. There had to be a way out of this hellhole. Desperation gnawed at me as I realized I was trapped.
All the windows are locked! Panic rising. There was no other option. I had to break one to escape.
"Aajib musibat hai... (Such a strange problem) Ek din is Lucky ki dono tange tod dungi main...(One day I'll break this lucky's both legs) *Humph*"I muttered under my breath, a surge of anger coursing through me. I hadn't even realized I'd said it out loud. A flicker of hope ignited as I spotted a tablecloth draped over a table and a vase on the same table.
I picked up the vase, hefting its weight in my hands. It was heavier than it looked. Taking a deep breath, I prepared myself.. Here goes nothing.
"Sorry Bhagwan ji (God), I will pay them as soon as possible but right now I have to do this," I muttered under my breath, a surge of adrenaline coursing through me. I raised the heavy vase, my arm trembling slightly. "I can... do this... phew," I exhaled, steeling my resolve.
Someone caught my hand, had there been someone in the room this entire time? How had I not noticed? 'Ab toh tu gai Ishika beta (Ishika honey, now you are done for)'. A voice echoed in my mind, striking fear into my heart. My eyes widened in terror as I struggled to break free from his grasp, my lungs burning for air.
Mrityunjay's 🐯🐅POV:
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09:40 PM:
Vidyut and I were discussing the situation about the warehouse as we headed up to the second floor. I'd called him just as he'd gotten into a nasty scuffle with some girl. It was more like a beating he got from her.
"Gajab paagal ladaki thi, pichhe hi padh gai thi, jabaki meri toh koi galati thi hi nahi (She was such a crazy girl, scolding me unnecessarily, even though it was not my fault.)" Vidyut complained. She'd given him a good scolding.
"Toone kuch kaha kyu nahi usse (You didn't say anything.)" I pointed out.
"Kehne deti tab toh kuch kehta, aaj ke baad kabhi mile na bas.(If she would have let me than would I have said something, after today I never wanna meet her.)" Vidyut grumbled, his frustration evident.
"Vidyut Malhotra got scolded by a random girl. Must have been quite a show," I chuckled.
"Don't laugh at me," Vidyut groaned, his expression hardening. Looking at him now, it was hard to imagine him as the victim. No one can guess this guy tortures people on a daily basis.
"Hmm, btw... I haven't even seen you talking to your sister, did you even wish her?" Vidyut asked, a curious glint in his eyes.
"Of course I did," I replied, cutting him off before he could ask any further questions.
"I am going to sleep now." I told him.
"Then why are we on the second floor? Your room is on..." Vidyut started, his voice trailing off.
"Is there a problem if I sleep on the second floor?" I challenged, my voice firm.
"No, but..." Vidyut began, his voice hesitant.
"Get lost," I spat out, my voice low and menacing. This was his cue to leave.
"Fine. I'll go look for Agastya or Kartik," he said, turning to leave.
'I am so tired, this whole marriage talk business is soul-sucking, even when I don't have a soul,' I thought to myself, exhaustion finally catching up with me. Opening the door to the seventh room, I stepped inside, its the largest of the room on this floor.
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Some noise disturbed my sleep, someone had opened the door of this room. Adrenaline surged through me as I grabbed the gun from under my pillow, ready to neutralize any threat. Then, I heard a voice, a murmur, and the sound of footsteps receding. My grip tightened on the gun as I tried to make sense of the situation. I narrowed my eyes.
"Should I just jump out.... NO, No it's too high.... bhagwan ji aap hamesha mujhe hi kyu aise fasaate ho (God, why do you always trap me like this?)" A voice whispered in desperation, breaking the silence. I couldn't help but chuckle softly. Whoever was out there was so engrossed in their situation, they were completely oblivious to their surroundings.
There was a loud commotion near the windows. Things were crashing, falling, and she was hissing and sighing a lot. This is quite amusing, I shook my head scratching my head with the gun in my hand.
"Aajib musibat hai... (Such a strange problem) Ek din is Lucky ki dono tange tod dungi main...(One day I'll break this Lucky's both legs) Humph." Hearing her say that, 'Let me break his legs for you.' I muttered under my breath. Whoever this Lucky fellow was, he was already dead in my book.
I could clearly see her movements after focusing for a while. I couldn't see her face but her voice was melodious, I would love to hear that voice calling out my name when I'll be fucking her hard right against the window she was standing near.
She picked up the vase, examining it closely. I stood up dropping the gun in my hand on the bed to go near her. 'I need to know what she looks like from up close. Someone with such a voice have to be perfect in every other way as well'.
"Sorry Bhagwan ji (God), I will pay them as soon as possible but right now I have to do this," she mumbled 'No baby you'll pay right now. ' A voice came from inside my dark soul, "I can... do this... phew," As she raised her arm with vase on it, to break the glass of the window.
I clamped down on her hand, her body trembling in terror. Her rapid breaths were a stark contrast to the calm that washed over me. She was a frightened little rabbit caught in the glare of headlights, her every instinct screaming for escape. She was scared just like a little rabbit caught in a trap wondering about whether she is gonna live or not.
She is mine now, a fragile creature trapped in my world. I would decide her fate. This little rabbit is mine now, now that it is caught in my trap, it is mine to possess, mine to ruin, mine to break or protect. MINE forever.
I disarmed her with a single motion, taking the vase from her grasp and placing it gently on the table. My eyes were locked onto hers, refusing to break the intense connection. Her hair, a cascade of darkness, was intoxicatingly beautiful, both visually and in scent.
Her wrist was as fragile as porcelain, delicate enough to snap with a mere flex of my fingers. With a swift movement, I spun her around, my hand clamping down on her wrist. Her body collided with mine as I pulled her close, my arm encircling her waist. Her eyes, wide with shock, met mine, and for a brief, intense moment, we were locked in a silent battle of wills.
"So beautiful," I breathed, mesmerized by the depths of her eyes. They held a power to draw me in, to drown me. She averted her gaze, a fleeting moment of hesitation. 'Keep looking at me, damn it,' a voice inside me demanded, gently forcing her face back towards mine, my index finger tilting her chin upward. Her petite frame seemed almost ethereal in comparison to my own. She is tiny.
She looked at me with a mixture of fear and desire. Her gaze softened, her eyes holding a newfound vulnerability. Her lips, full and inviting, beckoned me irresistibly. Without conscious thought, I leaned in, our lips meeting in a soft, exploratory kiss. Her eyes fluttered closed as she surrendered to the moment.
My lips working with predatory precision, claiming hers in a possessive kiss. It was a demanding exploration, my tongue invading her mouth with a ruthless hunger. She was caught in a tempest of sensation, my dominance asserting itself with every deepening press of our lips.
Her gentle push broke the spell, forcing me to pull back. My gaze fell upon her flushed face and impossibly red lips. She was perfection personified. A surge of possessiveness, primal and raw, coursed through me as I took in the sight.
Her eyes widened in shock as she gasped, her hand instinctively covering her trembling lips. The intensity of the moment had caught her off guard, and fear began to replace the earlier surrender. Her eyes, once filled with a mix of desire and vulnerability, now reflected a flicker of fear.
"Wh... who a... are you?" she stammered, her voice trembling with fear and confusion.
"Guess," I challenged her, a hint of amusement in my voice.
Her eyes remained fixed on me, wide with a mix of fear and confusion.
"A... are you Hu..." she began, her voice trailing off as her gaze shifted away.
*knock knock*
A sharp rap echoed through the room, interrupting the tense moment. 'who's this bastard, distracting my little rabbit's attention from me' I thought. "Who the hell is that?" I muttered, my annoyance growing. This was exactly what I didn't need right now.
"Oh no!" she whispered, her voice filled with terror as the knock echoed through the room.
"Haath chhodiye (Leave my hand)" she demanded, her voice trembling a little, I was amused. This little thing she is trying to order me around.
"chhodiye na! (Leave Please!)," she demanded, her voice rising slightly. Ducking her head, she focused her attention on the door. When she finally looked up, her glare at me was intense. I released her hand, raising my hands in surrender.
She darted towards the door, her movements frantic. Pressing her ear against the wooden panel, she strained to listen.
*knock knock*
Another insistent knock echoed through the room, a jarring interruption. 'Not again I'll teach that person a lesson he will never forget.' Whoever was on the other side had an impeccable sense of timing. My patience was wearing thin.
She gnawed at her nails, her brow furrowed in concentration. It was clear she was lost in thought.
"What happened?" I asked, my voice laced with curiosity. She hesitated, weighing her options, her face an open book. A subtle nod indicated her decision to confide in me, And then she smiled at me.
Her smile was like a sunbeam breaking through stormy clouds, instantly illuminating my world. I was captivated, my senses overwhelmed by her presence. I don't know what happened after that, I was mesmerized.
Ishika's 🐰🐇POV:
When this handsome stranger with green eyes asked me about my problem, I was stunned. The possibility of him being a psycho or a killer crossed my mind since we all know what happened. But I opted against it and decided to take a chance.
And, well, honestly what other option do I have at the moment. He is my best bet. I smiled at him with full force of my being with all my teeth. Obviously because I am very very embarrassed.
"Vo actually someone is following me, and it might be him." I informed him hesitantly.
"Do you know him?" the handsome stranger asked, his voice low and dangerous, a glint of something predatory flickering in his eyes.
"I... do," I managed to stammer out, a frown creasing my brow.
"Do you want me to take care of him?" he asked, a dangerous glint in his eyes. His eagerness was almost unsettling.
"Ah... Can you do that?" I asked cautiously, my voice barely a whisper.
"There is less to nothing that I can't do," he sounded almost dangerous. His voice held an undercurrent of menace, a promise of swift and decisive action. It was a chilling declaration, one that sent a shiver down my spine.
Considering his offer, "Please help me this once," I pleaded, my voice trembling slightly, my hands clasped together in fervent supplication. "I promise I'll never even show you my face ever again," I added, my voice filled with desperation.
He muttered something under his breath, I think he's not interested in helping me, a wave of disappointment washing over me. 'Good, very good, Ishika. Nice way of going, why do I even open my stupid mouth,' I scolded myself mentally.
"Ji kuch kaha aapne. (Did you say something.)" I asked him.
"Nahi (NO)" he replied simply, his gaze unwavering.
"Move aside." He commanded me.
"Huh" I didn't understand him, confusion evident in my voice.
"Humne kaha hatiye (I asked you to move.)" he repeated, his tone hardening.
"Oh!" I exclaimed, quickly stepping aside. My heart pounded in my chest as I nervously glanced at the door, my hands instinctively moving to cover my heart.
"No ones there" He confirmed, his voice low. He loomed over me, his height imposing. Black hair framed his sharp features, and his piercing green eyes held an intense gaze. His arms, corded with lean muscles, veiny arms, hinted at untapped strength, creating an aura of quiet power and control. I was captivated by him.
"Really, can you look one more time. Please" I pleaded in a small voice, looking at him expectantly. He looked at me for a few seconds as if I am a circus clown giving a performance, I frowned, he left to double check.
"Confirmed. No one's there," He told me, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.
"Oh!" Relief washed over me as my face broke into a smile, lighting up my whole face. I bowed my head in gratitude, my hands clasped together.
"Thank you, thank you so much! I'll never forget your kindness," I exclaimed, my voice filled with relief and gratitude. Without another moment's hesitation, I turned and fled the room, my footsteps echoing down the hallway as I made my way towards the ballroom.
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When I reached the ballroom I was unable to locate Saanvi or Aanika amidst the bustling crowd, my gaze fell upon Mehak, her face flushed with anger.
"What happened?" I asked, my voice filled with concern.
"Nothing. Just some idiot ruined my whole mood," Mehak complained, her voice laced with frustration. "And by the way, where have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you," she asked, her tone softening slightly as concern crept into her voice.
"I'll tell you everything," I managed to choke out, tears welling up in my eyes. I blinked rapidly, trying to control the impending storm. "Let's get out of here first. I need to leave right now."
"Hey, what happened? You don't look fine," Mehak said, concern evident in her voice.
"Please, let's go first," I urged, my voice trembling slightly.
"Okay, fine. I'll book a taxi," Mehak replied, her tone resigned.
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We retrieved our belongings from Saanvi's car using the spare key and hailed a taxi. Once inside, I poured my heart out to Mehak, recounting the terrifying ordeal with the stranger, the bizarre kiss, and the unsettling presence of Lucky.
"Karan Bhaiya waha kya kar rahe the? (What was Brother Karan doing there?)" Mehak asked, her voice laced with concern.
"Don't know" I said in a small voice and shrugged.
Tears began to stream down my face uncontrollably.
"He... he... was really ha... handsome, I d... don't even know his name," I sobbed, my voice barely audible. "He m... must be a brother or f... friend of Hukum Sa. Wh... what do.. do I do? My fi... First kiss..." I was a sobbing mess.
"There, there, don't cry, we will find him." Mehak soothed, wrapping her arms around me in a comforting embrace. She gently caressed my hair, offering silent solace.
"R... really?" I asked, my voice filled with disbelief and hope.
"Really." Mehak nodded solemnly, confirming my question.
"But h... how?" I questioned, my voice laced with doubt. I didn't entirely trust her to handle this.
"Don't forget we have a lot of connections," she said confidently, her tone reassuring.
"Okay," I nodded, my voice barely a whisper. The tears threatened to spill over once more, but I controlled them.