The morning sun crept through the blinds, casting sharp lines of light across the lavish bedroom where Abhay Rajpoot and Ruhi lay in silent tension.
The air was thick—not with romance, but with unspoken words, buried emotions, and dangerous secrets. Their forced marriage was more of a battlefield than a bond, with both hearts armored against vulnerability.
But beyond the walls of Abhay's empire, an even deadlier threat was brewing.
[Scene 1: The Office Tension]
Abhay adjusted his crisp black suit, his sharp features cold and unreadable. Ruhi, dressed in a sleek, professional outfit that accentuated her fierce beauty, walked beside him. The drive to the office was filled with silence, broken only by the hum of the car engine.
At the office, whispers filled the air. Employees exchanged curious glances—the boss's "wife" was now his secretary. Rumors spread like wildfire.
In the private office, Abhay sat behind his massive desk, flipping through files with an intensity that masked the storm brewing inside him. Ruhi stood by the window, pretending to be unaffected.
"Why are you standing there like a statue?" Abhay's voice was sharp, filled with frustration.
Ruhi turned slowly, her eyes locking with his. "Maybe because I'm wondering why you dragged me here if you're just going to ignore me."
Abhay stood up abruptly, walking toward her. The tension was palpable, their faces inches apart.
"Don't forget your place, Ruhi. You're here because I allow it."
Ruhi smirked, her voice dripping with defiance. "And don't forget—I'm not here because I want to be. I'm here because you forced me."
Abhay's jaw clenched, his hands twitching with the urge to either pull her close or push her away. The line between love and hate had never been thinner.
[Scene 2: The American Threat Emerges]
While Abhay and Ruhi battled their emotional war, far across the ocean, in a high-security American laboratory, a meeting was taking place.
A large screen flickered to life, showing surveillance footage of Abhay—his business dealings, fights, and even moments with Ruhi.
Dr. Emily Carter, the lead scientist on the "Evolved Human Project," spoke coldly.
"Abhay Rajpoot is not just an ordinary evolved human. His growth rate is abnormal. His power… it's unlike anything we've seen."
A tall man in a military uniform, General Hawkins, leaned forward. "What about Agent Ruhi? Has she completed her mission?"
Emily frowned. "That's the problem. Her reports have become inconsistent. We believe she's compromised."
Hawkins slammed his fist on the table. "Then it's time for Plan B. Send in 'Project Ghost.' If Ruhi can't handle him, we'll eliminate them both."
A shadowy figure in the corner nodded silently—the perfect assassin, trained to kill without leaving a trace.
[Scene 3: The Assassin's Arrival]
Back in India, as Abhay and Ruhi left the office late in the evening, their car was suddenly ambushed.
Tires screeched. Bullets rained down.
Abhay reacted instantly, pulling Ruhi down as glass shattered around them. His eyes burned with rage—not fear.
"Stay down!" he barked, grabbing his hidden gun from the dashboard.
With swift, calculated moves, Abhay stepped out, firing with deadly precision. His evolved reflexes made him a blur, dodging bullets and taking down attackers one by one.
But then, amidst the chaos, a masked figure appeared—silent, fast, deadly.
Project Ghost.
The assassin moved like a shadow, dodging Abhay's attacks effortlessly. Their fight was brutal—fists, blades, bullets.
Abhay realized instantly—this wasn't an ordinary enemy. This was someone trained to kill people like him.
Ruhi, watching from the car, felt her heart clench. She couldn't sit back. She grabbed a gun and joined the fight, her ancient martial arts training kicking in.
Together, they fought—two people bound by love, hate, and now survival.
[Scene 4: The Aftermath—A Fragile Connection]
The attackers were defeated, but Project Ghost escaped, leaving only a chilling message carved into a bullet:
"WE'RE WATCHING."
Back at home, Abhay sat silently, staring at the bullet. Ruhi approached him, her face softer than usual.
"Abhay… you're not invincible. They'll keep coming."
Abhay didn't respond, his jaw tight, his eyes distant.
Ruhi placed her hand gently on his, surprising both of them.
"You don't have to face this alone."
Abhay looked at her, their eyes locking. For the first time, there was no anger, no pride—just raw emotion.
Without a word, he pulled her close, their lips meeting—not in rage, but in vulnerability. A kiss born from fear, desperation, and something neither of them wanted to admit…
Maybe, just maybe, they needed each other more than they realized.
—End of Chapter 28—