Scene 1
The luxury hotel room was completely silent. Scattered clothes around the king-size bed hinted at a hurried moment, as if someone had carelessly thrown them aside. On the bed, a man and a girl lay asleep—his strong arms possessively wrapped around her, as though shielding her from the world. Her delicate face was partially hidden beneath her tousled hair, enhancing her innocent aura. A single white sheet covered their bodies, shimmering faintly in the dim room lighting.
The state of the room itself narrated the tale of the night—this was no ordinary night. The discarded clothes, the tangled sheets, the suffocating silence between them—everything screamed of an event that had altered their lives forever. The tension lingered in the air, heavier than words could describe.
As the two remained in their peaceful slumber, the sudden sound of the door bursting open shattered the quiet. A group of four to five reporters barged in, their cameras flashing violently, illuminating the dim room in bursts of bright light. The unexpected intrusion jolted the man and the girl awake. Startled, the girl looked around in confusion, her mind still foggy from sleep. Panic surged through her as she instinctively buried her head against the man's chest, as if seeking refuge.
The man, on the other hand, immediately sat up, his arms tightening protectively around the fragile girl in his hold. His piercing gaze, filled with unspoken rage, landed on the unwelcome intruders. His jaw clenched, his sharp features hardening into a terrifying expression.
Reporters wasted no time in throwing their merciless questions:
"What is this? Is this girl your mistress?"
"Is this a love affair or just a physical attraction?"
"How long has this been going on?"
"Did you have to pay to bring her to your bed?"
"Is this just for show, or is there more to it?"
"Is this girl under your control, or are you simply playing with her dignity?"
"What impact will this scandal have on your reputation?"
Their words were ruthless, creating an atmosphere of chaos and accusation. But the man remained eerily silent. His deadly gaze alone was enough to send a warning. He was no ordinary person—he was someone far more dangerous than they could comprehend.
Then, in a voice that thundered through the room, he growled, "Guards!"
The moment the command left his lips, his security team stormed into the room. Without hesitation, they confiscated the reporters' cameras, deleting the evidence before forcefully throwing them out. The reporters were helpless, unable to fight against the sheer dominance of his men.
Meanwhile, the girl trembled in his embrace, her terrified eyes brimming with unshed tears. Fear consumed her small frame, her body shaking with panic. She looked up at him, her lips quivering, but no words escaped her mouth.
The man, still holding her close, smirked—a dangerous, sinister smile that sent shivers down anyone's spine. A wicked gleam flickered in his eyes, hinting at something darker brewing inside him.
That night had changed everything.
That smile of his… it wasn't just a smirk—it was a warning.
A storm was coming.
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Scene 2
A young, innocent girl sat in a grand wedding mandap, her delicate hands trembling as the priest chanted sacred verses. Dressed in bridal attire, she looked like a trapped dove, her eyes pleading for help. Beside her sat a tall, domineering man, his firm grip on her fragile wrist so tight that her bangles shattered, their sharp shards digging into her soft skin. She flinched, pain flickering across her face, but he didn't let go.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she struggled, desperately trying to break free from his hold. But the moment she attempted to move, he yanked her into his lap. His lips hovered dangerously close to her ear as he whispered in a chilling tone,
"If you move again, then what I was planning to do to you behind closed doors… I will do it right here, in front of my men!"
His sinister words sent an unbearable shiver down her spine. Her small frame trembled in sheer terror. Her lips parted to protest, but no words came out. Fear had stolen her voice.
Even the priest, who had been conducting the rituals, turned pale, his hands shaking.
The man pulled out a gun, pressing it against the priest's forehead. His deep, commanding voice echoed in the silent mandap,
"Do you value your life, or should I remind you what happens to those who defy me?"
The priest swallowed hard, his body trembling. No one dared to defy the man who sat in that mandap.
Not the bride.
Not the priest.
Not even fate itself.
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To be continued…
This is my new novel, filled with revenge, obsession, and dark romance! This isn't a hero's story—this is the tale of a villain!