The waves crashed against the shores of Goa, but nothing was louder than the storm brewing between Abhay Rajpoot and Ruhi.
The kiss had shattered the fragile barrier they both maintained. Desire. Suspicion. Secrets. They were all tangled now, and neither could escape.
[Scene 1: The Silent Investigation]
Back in Mumbai, Abhay's mind was a battlefield.
While Ruhi pretended nothing had changed, Abhay's suspicions grew deeper. He couldn't ignore the signs anymore.
Her evasive answers.
The way she flinched at certain names.
Her sudden interest in his schedule and personal habits.
Abhay wasn't just a businessman or a mafia king—he was a predator, and Ruhi was his prey now.
He assigned his most trusted man, Raghav, to follow her discreetly. Every movement, every contact, every secret call—Abhay wanted it all.
[Scene 2: Ruhi's Desperation]
Ruhi felt the walls closing in. She sensed Abhay's growing suspicion, but her feelings for him blurred her judgment.
Her mission was clear:
Observe Abhay's evolution.
Collect his DNA.
Report back to the American agency.
But every time she looked into Abhay's eyes, her resolve weakened. How could she betray the man she was falling for?
One night, unable to sleep, she stood by his bedroom door, watching him silently. His face was peaceful in sleep, vulnerable—a stark contrast to the ruthless man the world feared.
She whispered softly, "Why did it have to be you?" before walking away, her heart aching.
[Scene 3: The First Betrayal]
Raghav returned with information that confirmed Abhay's worst fears.
Ruhi wasn't who she claimed to be.
She had no real job history.
No verifiable background beyond the last few months.
And she had been seen meeting a foreign contact—a man linked to an intelligence agency.
Abhay's heart didn't break. It hardened.
He invited Ruhi to dinner that evening, masking his rage with charm. The atmosphere was tense, the silence louder than their words.
Halfway through the meal, Abhay finally spoke, his voice cold and sharp.
"So, Ruhi… who sent you?"
Ruhi froze, her fork trembling slightly. She was caught.
She tried to maintain her composure, forcing a laugh. "What are you talking about?"
Abhay's eyes darkened. "Don't insult my intelligence." He leaned in, his face inches from hers.
"I know everything."
Ruhi's heart raced. She could feel the danger in his voice, the thin line between life and death.
"Abhay, I—" she started, but he cut her off.
"Save it."
He stood up, towering over her. "I should kill you right now."
But he didn't.
Instead, he walked away, leaving her shattered and alone.
[Scene 4: The Cost of Trust]
Abhay stood on the rooftop of his skyscraper, staring at the city below.
Betrayal. It was a wound he'd known all his life. But this one… this one cut deeper.
Because somewhere along the line, he'd let himself believe in Ruhi.
"Never again," he whispered to himself.
But deep down, he knew the truth.
He couldn't kill her.
Not because she was useful.
Not because of her secrets.
But because… he still cared.
And that was the most dangerous weakness of all.
—End of Chapter 25—