𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟐|𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Rajveer Pov :

As I lay beside her the firm rhythm of her breathing fanned against my chest, warm . But what caught me off guard was the way she cuddle to me, her arms wrapped tightly around my torso, her soft body pressed against my own.

A low curse slipped past my lips as I felt her shift, her leg tangling over mine, her warmth spreading into me. I was shirtless from last night, my body left bare after she had finally driffted to sleep tired from the weight of her nightmares. And now, she was unaware testing every scrap of my control.

My left hand had found its way to her chest and the moment realization struck, my breath hitched.

She wasn't wearing a bra last night

Dammnit

I remembered how she had trembled in my arms, her body seeking comfort in my warmth, desperate for peace. I had held her, whispered words meant to calm never once daring to let my control slip.

But now?

Now, she was teasing me in the worst way .

Her lips dry yet so temptingly close called to me. My gaze lingered there drawn in the slight part of her mouth, the way her breath brushed against my skin. My throat ran dry my fingers twitching with the need to touch to claim.

She had no idea what she was doing to me in her peaceful sleep.

I leaned in brushing a featherlight kiss over her lips, just a taste, just enough to fuel the fire already burning in my veins.

But the moment I pulled back, my eyes traveled downward, taking in the way the duvet had slipped just enough to reveal the curve of her thigh.

Her legs.

My jaw clenched.

She had always been a temptation a dangerous one. But midnight in her sleep she had unknowingly turned into my personal hell.

A test of my control.

A battle between desire and self control.

And right now, I was on the verge of losing.

I tore my gaze away, forcing myself to breathe, to regain control.

Self-control.

That was what I needed, because if she woke up, if she realized how close I was to the edge, she would regret it in the morning and I wasn't going to be the reason for that regret.

I had barely swung my legs off the bed when my phone vibrated on the bedside table, the sharp sound cutting through the silence. My brows furrowed as I reached for it my pulse still unstable from the war fighting inside me.

A message flashed across the screen.

Abhimaan: Boss we found the bastard.

A slow, wicked smirk curled at the edges of my lips.

Finally.

For months, I had been waiting for this moment.

The fire of lust in my veins was instantly replaced with something much darker. I exhaled, the tension in my body shifting, redirected.

Blood had to be spilled.

I rose from the bed, careful not to disturb her, and reached for a towel from the closet. My muscles were still tight, coiled with the lingering desire she had unaware ignited in me. I needed to cool down in more ways than one.

Without another glance at her, I stepped inside the washroom, turning the tap to the coldest setting. The cold water crashed against my skin, shocking me back into focus. I let it numb the fire within me, let it drown out the thoughts that had nearly consumed me.

As the water dripped down my face, I closed my eyes.

I was thinking about her

She's not just my obsession , she's the air I breath the blood in my veins .

"And I'll destroy anyone who dares think she belongs to them"

My hands pressed against the cold tiles, my head bowed, eyes shut as I let the chill seep into my bones.

Control.

I needed control.

She had been wrapped around me like she belonged there. Tempting. She had no idea how much she tested my limits, how much she drove me to the edge of madness without even trying.

A deep growl rumbled in my chest as my fingers curled into fists against the wall. My body still remembered the press of hers, the way her breath had fanned against my skin, her scent wrapping around me like a drug I couldn't escape. Just thinking about it made my self control crack.

But then my mind shifted.

The rush of adrenaline that came with that single word was just as potent as the desire she had ignited in me. The bastard had finally been found.The man who thought he could cross me, who thought he could hurt what was mine and walk away unscathed.

Not a fucking chance.

I had waited for this moment. I had imagined every possible way I would make him suffer. But now that it was within my grasp, the hunger for vengeance was insatiable.

I tilted my head back, letting the cold water hit my face, trying to calm the storm brewing inside me. She wouldn't want me like this drenched in rage, my hands stained with blood.

If she saw the darkness inside me, if she truly knew what I was capable of, would she still look at me the same way?

Would she still love me?

A bitter smirk tugged at my lips. Love. That word didn't belong in my world. In my world, there was only power, dominance, and control. And yet, when she clung to me in her sleep, when she unknowingly whispered my name like I was the only thing keeping her safe, I felt something crack inside me.

I exhaled sharply, raking a hand through my wet hair.

The need to destroy was a beast inside me, roaring for release. And once I had my hands on him, once I made him pay, there would be no mercy.

I shut off the water, stepping out of the shower, droplets sliding down my skin as I reached for a towel. My reflection in the mirror stared back at me sharp jaw, cold dark red eyes, a smirk laced with cruelty.

Tonight, I wasn't just going to take my revenge.

I was going to enjoy it.

Samrat Rana.

That name had been repeated in my head a hundred times since she had told me what he had done. Every time I thought about it, I wanted to break something no, I wanted to break him.

The other was my greatest obsession and today at night , I was going to claim one of them.

I stepped out of the shower after taking seven cold shower to extinguish the fire inside me. My hands reached for a crisp white shirt, the fabric cool against my heated skin as I buttoned it up .

Then I grabbed my black coat, slid my gun into my pocket, and walked out of the room.

Tonight wasn't about distractions.

Tonight was about justice my kind of justice.

As I adjusted the cuffs my gaze drifted to the bed where my jaan lay still her breathing even her face finally relaxed in sleep. She had fought her nightmares all night trapped in a storm only she could see.But now, she looked peaceful, untouched by the chaos I was about to unleash on the world outside.

I moved closer unable to stop myself. Bending down, I pressed a soft kiss to her lips light enough not to wake her up. When you wake up, he won't be a problem anymore.

She stirred slightly, a soft sigh escaping her lips, but she didn't wake. She needed this rest. Because once I stepped out of this house, I wouldn't be returning the same man.

I straightened, my expressing hardening as I turned on my heel. I slipped out of the room silently, shutting the door without a sound before making my way downstairs.

The house was quiet as it was midnight something 01 clock. The only sound was the faint ticking of the clock a reminder that time was moving forward pulling me closer to what I had been waiting for.

I grabbed my keys stepping outside . The moment I slid into the car. The rearview mirror, I caught sight of my bodyguards their cars set behind mine, ready to follow.

Without another second wasted, I pulled out onto the road, my grip tightening on the wheel. I pulled out my phone, my fingers moving swiftly over the screen as I made the call.

Aditya and Karan.

The line rang once before it was answered.

"Warehouse. Now." My voice was clipped devoid of any emotion. There was no need for explanations. They knew what this meant.

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At warehouse:

I stood in the middle of the warehouse, my fingers twitching. It had been a long time since I had personally taken care of someone like this. Usually, I let my men handle business, but this wasn't business. This was personal.

The sound of tires screeching outside made me turn. The large metal doors of the warehouse groaned as they were pulled open, and two of my men walked in, dragging a struggling figure between them.

The air inside was thick with the scent of metal, sweat, and fear the perfect place for a bastard to beg for his life and still not receive mercy.

Aditya and Karan were already there the bastard was on the floor.

His face was bloodied, swollen, a far cry from the arrogant man he once was. His wrists and ankles were bound with steel chains, his head slumped forward as he coughed out a groan of pain.

My men had been generous enough to soften him up before bringing him to me, but this was just the beginning.

"Let go of me, you bastards" he spat, his voice filled with rage, but there was something else in it too fear.

My men forced him onto his knees in front of me. I crouched down, tilting my head as I studied him. "You don't look so tough now, Rana," I murmured, my voice calm, calculated.

His breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He tried to put on a brave face, but I could see it in his eyes he knew he was screwed.

"Raj..." He let out a forced chuckle. "This is a misunderstanding. Whatever you heard-"

Before he could finish his sentence, I pulled out my gun and slammed the handle against the side of his head. He let out a grunt of pain, falling to the ground. Blood dripped from his forehead as he clutched his head, groaning.

I stood up, towering over him. "A misunderstanding?"

I repeated, my voice dangerously low. "You think hurting her was a misunderstanding?"

His breathing hitched, and he swallowed hard. "She' a bitch she must have overstated things. You know how women are, Rajawat. They get emotional-"

That was the wrong thing to say. how he said my jaan a bitch.

Before he could finish, I grabbed his collar and punched him square in the face. He let out a choked cry as he fell backward, his body hitting the ground with a loud thud.

I wiped the blood off my knuckles, exhaling sharply. "I should kill you right now," I said, my voice cold. "But that would be too easy. You don't deserve an easy way out, Rana. You deserve to suffer."

I turned to my men. "Chain him up."

They moved instantly, dragging his barely-conscious body toward the metal chains hanging from the ceiling. Within moments, his wrists were bound, his arms stretched above his head as he dangled from the chains like a piece of meat in a butcher's shop.

He groaned, his head hanging forward as blood dripped from his nose onto the floor.

I walked over to the small metal table that had been set up. On it lay an array of tools knives, pliers, a blowtorch. I ran my fingers over them, finally picking up a sleek, sharp dagger.

"You see, Rana," I said, walking toward him. "I've spent my whole life in this business. I've seen men beg, cry, plead for their lives. Some tried to run, some tried to fight back. But do you know what they all had in common?"

He didn't answer. He was too busy trying to keep his head up.

"They all broke," I continued. "No matter how tough they thought they were, in the end, they all broke."

I pressed the tip of the dagger against his cheek, dragging it slowly down his face, just enough to leave a thin line of red in its wake. He flinched, but he didn't cry out not yet.

"But you," I murmured, gripping his chin and forcing him to look at me. "You hurt her. And that makes you special. Because for you, I won't stop until you're begging for death."

I stabbed the dagger into his thigh.

He screamed.

His body convulsed, his chains rattling as he tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to go. The warehouse echoed with his pained cries, but I didn't care. I twisted the blade slightly, watching as fresh waves of agony spread across his face.

"That's for every time you laid a hand on her," I said. "And this-" I pulled the blade out and stabbed him again, this time just below his ribcage. His scream was hoarse, his body going rigid from the pain. "-is for every time she cried because of you and this one for the two months she was laying like a death."

I stepped back, watching as he gasped for air, his body trembling violently. His once arrogant expression was gone, replaced by sheer terror.

I wiped the blood off the dagger with a handkerchief, my movements slow and deliberate. "You think this is bad, Rana?" I asked. "We're just getting started."

He coughed, spitting blood onto the floor. "Please... Raj... I-I was wrong," he stammered. "I shouldn't have touched her. I'll do anything, just let me go-"

I laughed, shaking my head. "Let you go?" I repeated, amused. "Oh no, Rana. You don't get to walk away from this."

I turned to one of my men. "Bring the blowtorch."

Rana's eyes widened in pure horror. "No-no, please, please-"

I crouched in front of him, tilting my head. "Did she beg you to stop when you hurt her?"

I asked. "Did you listen?"

Tears mixed with the blood on his face, and I saw it the moment he realized there was no way out.

Good.

By the time I was done with him, Samrat Rana wouldn't just be a man who had suffered. He would be a man who wished he had never been born.

I pulled a chair across from him and sat down leisurely, elbows resting on my knees. My eyes trailed over him with pure disgust.

"Did you really think you can live a good life after hurting my wife?" My voice was dangerously calm, a whisper before the storm.

He lifted his head slightly, his split lip trembling. "fuck you... -"

SMACK

I backhanded him hard, his head snapping to the side. Blood dribbled from his mouth as he gasped.

"How dare you, motherf***er, make my wife suffer?" I sneered, shaking my hand like I had just touched something filthy.

His body shuddered, his wide eyes darting between me and the tools on the table behind me. Knives, pliers, a blowtorch each one waiting to be used.

I leaned in, gripping his jaw harshly. "I want you to feel every ounce of the pain you inflicted. I want you to understand what it means to take something that was never yours to touch."

Karan let out a dark chuckle from the side. "Shall we begin again?"

I released the bastard's face with a shove. "Tie his other hand to the back of the chair."

Aditya and Karan moved swiftly, locking his limbs so he had no chance to squirm.

I stood up, rolling up my sleeves, my eyes dark with the hunger for vengeance. "Let's see how much you can endure before you start begging for a death that won't come easily."

And then the torture began.

Hours of pain

I started slow. A single cut across his chest, deep enough to burn, but not deep enough to kill.

He screamed. Music to my ears.

"Too soon for screaming," I taunted, wiping the blood off the knife against his shirt. "I have all night."

Karan grabbed the blowtorch, flicking it on, the blue flame dancing between his fingers. "How about a little heat?"

The bastard thrashed, his eyes filling with pure terror. "NO! NO, PLEASE!"

Aditya smirked, pressing a cigarette between his lips as he watched. "Didn't you enjoy causing pain before to my bhabhi? Why so scared now?"

I took the torch from Karan, letting the fire hover just above his skin. "This is just a taste of what hell feels like."

The second the flame kissed his arm, he howled. The scent of burning flesh filled the air, the sound of his agony vibrating through the walls.

I pulled back, watching him sob and shake. "That's for what you did."

Then I grabbed the pliers.

Snap.

His pinky finger broke with sickening ease. His wails echoed through the warehouse.

"That's for what you said."

Snap.

Another finger. Another scream.

"And that..." I leaned in close, my voice a low whisper. "That was just the beginning."

By the time the sun rose, the man was barely recognizable. His body was a mess of bruises, burns, and broken bones. He was barely clinging to life, his sobs now nothing more than pitiful whimpers.

I crouched in front of him, tilting his head up. His swollen eyes struggled to focus on me.

"You thought I'd let you die easily?" I murmured. "No, you're going to live with this pain. You're going to suffer."

The screams had faded. The fight in his body had long gone. Samrat Rana was nothing more than a lifeless, bloodied corpse hanging from the chains that once held him up in pain. His head hung low, his swollen, battered face unrecognizable, his body torn apart from the agony I had inflicted upon him.

I took a deep breath, feeling the rush of satisfaction course through my veins. It wasn't just the pleasure of revenge it was the justice she deserved. Every second of pain he felt tonight was nothing compared to what he had done to her.

I stepped back, wiping my bloodied hands on a cloth my men handed me. My shirt was drenched in his blood, my knuckles bruised from the repeated punches. But I felt no remorse. No regret. Only peace.

I turned to my men, who stood silently, waiting for my next command. They knew what to do, but still, I made my instructions clear.

"Clean this up," I said, my voice calm, but firm. "Cut his body into pieces. Make sure there's nothing left of him."

One of my men nodded. "And the remains, boss?"

I let out a dark chuckle. "Feed them to my bulldogs. Let them tear him apart the way he tried to tear her apart."

A few of them smirked at my words, while others simply nodded. They had seen me like this before, they knew what I was capable of. This was nothing new to them.

I took one last look at what was left of Samrat Rana before turning on my heels and walking away.

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~ At Mansion

I stepped outside the warehouse, inhaling the crisp night air, letting the silence wash over me. My hands were still stained with the bastard blood, my clothes still soaked in the mess of his existence, but I didn't care. The only thing on my mind was her.

She was waiting for me.

By the time I reached the mansion entire house was silent. The guards at the entrance stood straighter when they saw me, their gazes briefly flickering to my bloodied clothes, but no one dared to say a word.

I walked through the hallways, my footsteps echoing as I made my way to the one place where I could finally breathe her room. As I pushed open the door, my eyes immediately landed on her. She was curled up on the bed, her body relaxed, her face peaceful, her soft breaths the only sound in the room.

I felt my chest tighten at the sight.

For the first time in a long time, she was sleeping without fear.

I stepped closer, my voice a whisper, "Ab humesha ese rahegi meri jaan bina koi dard ke..."

She shifted slightly in her sleep, sighing softly, completely unaware of the storm I had unleashed tonight and I wanted to keep it that way.

She didn't know who I really was. She didn't know the monster that lurked beneath the man who held her so gently, who kissed her so softly. She didn't know the blood on my hands, the bodies I had buried, the hell I had created for those who dared to cross me.

Because if she ever saw me like this... I didn't know if she would still look at me the same way. I needed a shower. Needed to wash away the remnants of blood, sweat, and vengeance before I touched her again. I let out a slow breath, running a hand through my blood-stained hair before I turned away and walked into the bathroom.

And then I closed the door behind me, leaning against it for a second, letting my head fall back. The mirror in front of me reflected the mess I had become. My white shirt was soaked in red, my face smeared with dried blood, my hands bruised and cut.

I turned on the shower, letting the water run until it was scalding hot before stepping in. The blood washed off in thick streams, swirling down the drain, disappearing as if it had never existed. But I knew better.

The blood may wash away, but the monster inside me would never leave.

I closed my eyes, letting the water burn my skin, letting the silence consume me.

I had done what needed to be done.

And now, she could finally be happy.

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Saanvi Pov :

The warmth beside me was gone.

My fingers habitually reached out, searching for him, but all I found was cold, empty sheets. My lashes fluttered open, the morning light spilling through the windows, glowing space that had felt whole just hours ago.

He had been here. I had felt him. His warmth, his presence, the way he held me after my nightmares. But now... he was gone.

A sigh left my lips as I sat up, pulling the blanket closer around my bare shoulders.

I ran my fingers through my tangled hair, my mind still hazy from sleep.

I stepped down, my bare feet touching the cool floor as my heart patted with an unexplainable worry. Where was he?

Before my thoughts could spiral, the door creaked open.

And there he was.

Dressed in joggers and shirtless his hair damp with sweat, his sharp jawline tense. He must have gone to the gym. But my eyes, my heart, they didn't focus on that. They focused on his eyes.

The way his lips parted, as if he wanted to say something, but words failed him. And then, he moved. Before I could react, he was in front of me, his strong arms wrapping around me in a passionate, desperate hold.

His hands gripped my waist, his face buried in the crook of my neck. I felt his breaths deep, controlled, like he was grounding himself in my presence. My hands instinctively found their way to his back, feeling the tension in his muscles. His heartbeat was strong, fast, almost unsteady.

Something was wrong.

I pulled back slightly, just enough to look into his face. "Kya hua, apko? My voice was soft, but filled with concern.

His dark eyes flickered a brief hesitation. He never liked showing his weakness, not even to me and then just like that, his walls went back up.

"Kuch nahi, jaan,"he said, his tone smooth, controlled.

A practiced lie.

He cupped my face gently, stroking my cheek with his thumb. "shhh ?"

Why was he always like this?

Why did he always deflect, always brush away his own pain as if it didn't matter?

But what hurt the most was that... he didn't know how to let someone take care of him.

I let my fingers trail over his jaw, my gaze locked onto the dark circles beneath his eyes. He hadn't slept.

"Raj..."I whispered, my fingers now cupping his face.

He stayed still. Letting me hold him. Letting me see what he tried so hard to hide. I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his nose.

"Soye nahi aap raat ko, hmm?" I murmured against his skin.

He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes for a brief second. When he opened them again, there was something softer in them.

He tilted his head slightly, brushing his nose against mine. "Soya tha na, aapke saath, jaan," he mumbled.

But I knew better the difference between resting beside me and actually sleeping and he hadn't slept.

Not when he had held me so protectively after my nightmare.

I lifted my hands, threading my fingers through his damp hair, pulling him closer. "Mujhse jhoot mat bole aap"

His jaw clenched, but I didn't let him pull away. Instead, I pressed a kiss to his forehead this time.

He let out a slow breath. His grip on me tightened for just a second before he finally whispered, " Yeh sabh chodhe aap or ese hi rahe mere pass Sweetheart".

I was lost in the warmth of the moment, wrapped in his arms, when a knock on the door interrupted us.

My mother-in-law's voice followed, "Saanvi beta?" My eyes widened in panic as I realized I was still in my nightclothes, and he was clutching to me like a koala.

"Raj," I whispered harshly, trying to push him off. But he didn't move. Instead, he buried his face deeper into my neck. I hissed, my heartbeat quickening as I heard the door creak open.

"Raj, leave me," I urged, but he didn't listen.

My mother-in-law and chachi stepped inside, smiling. But before I could respond to their question, chachi's teasing voice sent me into a coughing fit.

"Aur kal raat... doodh piya ya nahi, Saanvi betu?" she asked, her gaze flicking toward Raj, who was still wrapped around me.

I choked on my own breath, my face burning with embarassment. "Chachi, aap bhi tang kar rhi hai hume abh," I managed to say. Raj chuckled, finally loosening his grip, but not before pressing a slow, lingering kiss to my cheek.

My mother-in-law laughed softly. "Achha, theek hai. Tum dono rest karo."

I nodded, still feeling embarrassed, as they left the room. The moment the door shut, I turned to glare at my shameless husband. He was grinning like he had won something.

I narrowed my eyes. "Chale uthe aap? Hume tayyar hona hai." But instead of listening, he did the exact opposite.

With a smirk, he leaned forward, his arms circling around my waist, his lips finding the crook of my neck. Before I could realize what was happening, sharp pain mixed with pleasure shot through me.

"Aghh mummy , Raj, kya kar rahe ho?" I yelped as his teeth sank into my skin.

He chuckled darkly, his tongue flicking over the spot where he had just bitten me. "Bas yeh dekh raha tha ki mere daant kitne teekhe hain, jaan."

I shoved him away, ignoring his groan of disappointment. "Aap din bhar din bigad rahe ho, Raj," I scolded him.

"Itni hi bigad raha hu tho sudhar de na jaan hume, sudhar jayenge," he replied, resting his chin on my shoulder.

I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help smiling at his mischievous grin.

As I was about to get up from the bed for shower, he grasped my wrist and pulled me onto his lap. I struggled to free myself, but he held me firm.

"You shameless person, let me go or I'll scream" I exclaimed, my voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Want to scream, huh?" he whispered seductively, his eyes locked on mine. I wondered what was running through his mind, but his gaze made me shiver.

Then, without warning, he bite me again this time on my cleavage, not my collarbone. I gasped in pain and surprise.

"Aghh a moan escaped from my lips .You're an animal" I hissed, trying to push him away.

He laughed, his voice low and husky. "Want to see what an animal does in bed?" he replied, his eyes burning with desire. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he pulled me closer, his lips inches from mine.

He drew closer, his eyes burning with desire, his lips inches from mine. I could feel the heat emanating from his body.

His lips claimed mine in a searing kiss, his tongue teasing my lower lip, sucking and nipping at it. The sensation sent shivers down my spine, and I felt my knees weaken. I was trapped in the intensity of his kiss.

As we kissed, he mumbled, "You have no idea jaan how hard I had to restrain myself last night."

I pulled back, breathless, and asked, "Control?" My voice was barely a whisper, but he didn't respond.

Instead, he crashed his lips against mine once more, this time with even greater intensity. His kiss was all-consuming, leaving me gasping for air.

His hands roamed over my body, caressing and teasing, sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. I was lost in the sensation, unable to think or reason. All I could do was feel, and the feelings that were building inside me were overwhelming.

As the kiss deepened, I felt myself becoming more and more submissive. He was dominating me, controlling me, and I was powerless to resist. I was trapped in the intensity of his passion, and I didn't want to escape.

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Author pov :

Saanvi stepped out of the bathroom, her wet hair falling over her shoulders. The fresh glow on her skin made her look even more beautiful unaware of the pair of dark eyes watching her every move.

Rajveer stood by the window, holding his phone to his ear, speaking in his usual deep voice. But even during an important conversation, he couldn't take his eyes off her.

Saanvi, unaware of his intense gaze, walked to the vanity and picked up a towel to dry her wet hair. As she dried her hair with the towel, tiny droplets of water rolled down her neck, vanishing beneath the fabric of her pink kurti .

And He noticed.

Still on his phone call, his sharp eyes followed the trail of the droplets, his jaw tightening.

Saanvi feeling someone presence behind her and looked up at the mirror only to see his intense eyes fixed on her.

Her breath hitched. Had he been staring this whole time?

A soft blush painted her cheeks as she whispered, "Are you staring?"

She thought maybe he hadn't heard her after all, he was still on his call.

But then, without even looking away, he responded in his deep, husky voice ,"Admiring my jaan. There's a difference."

Her fingers froze mid-motion, towel still in her grasp. Her heart slammed against her ribs.

He always had a way with words and every single time, she fell for it for him.

Her lips parted slightly, but before she could respond, Rajveer ended his call, placing his phone on the table without breaking eye contact.

His slow, deliberate steps toward her made her stomach flutter .

Saanvi swallowed, gripping the edges of the vanity as he came up behind her. The warmth of his body radiated against her damp skin, and when he finally spoke, his voice was a mere whisper against her ear.

"You're blushing too much ."

Her cheeks burned even more. "I-I am not."

Rajveer chuckled, low and dark, as his fingers trailed up her arm, sending shivers through her body. "Lying doesn't suit you, jaan."

Her breath hitched when he leaned in, his lips barely grazing her shoulder, his touch searing through the thin fabric of her kurti.

"R-Raj..." she stammered, her eyes squeezing shut.

But he wasn't done.

With tough slowness, his fingers moved up to her hair, untangling a wet strand between his fingers before whispering against her ear

"Let me help you ."

Before she could get his words, his hands grabbed the towel, his movements slow... teasing. He took his time drying her hair, his fingers grazing her scalp, his touch lingering on her skin.

Each touch sent fire coursing through her veins.

The mirror before them reflected the scene perfectly her blushed cheeks, his darkened gaze, the way he stood so close behind her, his lips just inches from the delicate skin of her neck.

Just as she tried to compose herself, He lifted her chin, making her meet his gaze in the mirror. His eyes burned into hers, filled with desire .

"Hmm boliye jaan" he murmured, his lips just a breath away from her skin.

And before she could say a word .

The lights flickered for a moment making the shadows move in a creepy way. The air felt dense and heavy with an overwhelming sense of worry.

And then crash

The loud, sudden sound of glass breaking cut through the silence making Saanvi's heart race. She quickly turned toward the window, her breath catching in her throat. The glass was shattered on the floor.

And at the center of it all... a box. A small dark black box was lying among the broken pieces, as if it had been thrown there on purpose.

Saanvi's hands shook as she gripped the sheets, fear tightening in her chest. She looked at Raj, her eyes filled with silent fear, but he was already on the move.

with a calm deliberate look on his face, He knelt down his movements slow but intentional. His strong hands grabbed the box, lifting it from the floor. For a moment, there was complete silence, thick with tension.

Then, he opened the lid. A wave of nausea twisted in her stomach.

Inside, there were severed human hands, barely piled up, covered in fresh, shiny blood. The sharp, metallic smell filled the air, overwhelming her senses. Her throat tensed and she felt like she was going to vomit as she struggled to breathe, her whole body recoiling in disgust.

And then, her gaze fell upon the note tucked beside the torn flesh. Three simple words marked in ink as dark as death itself

"Yours, K."

The room seemed to whirl around. Saanvi gasped as her vision blurred and her knees gave way. Before her body could hit the floor, He quickly moved forward and caught her in his arms. His grip was firm yet urgent, pulling her against his chest. His jaw clenched, eyes burning with fury as he stared at the bloodied message left behind.

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