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"Princess, come here," her father's voice echoed through the room.

Advika came running in from nowhere, a bright, toothy grin lighting up her face.

"Yes, Papa?" she said, her voice as cheerful as always.

She had taken the day off from work for the grand celebration at home-a pooja followed by a lavish party.

Her father looked up at her, his eyes twinkling as he extended a hand.

"Come, sit beside me," he said, his voice gentle and warm.

Advika nodded and settled next to him on the sofa. But as she met his gaze, her smile faltered. His expression was serious-unlike his usual self.

"You met them," he began. "Do you know why they came here?"

Advika's mind flickered to the unexpected visitors-the new family who had come so suddenly. She slowly nodded.

"Do you know why they are so insistent on having you as their daughter-in-law?" he asked, his tone unwavering.

She shook her head. Why was it always her? Why not any other girl? She was much younger than their son.

"They believe you are lucky for them," he explained. "When you were little, a priest said that if you both got married in the future, their son's life would never be in danger."

Advika's brows knitted together.

"But why would his life be at risk?" she asked, her voice quiet.

"I don't know," her father admitted. "But do you remember the day you saved his life?"

Advika's mind reeled back to that moment. Slowly, she nodded.

"I don't believe in such things," he continued, "but they do-especially his mother. She will go to any lengths to make this marriage happen. That's why she is here."

"But Papa, I don't want to get married so soon!" she burst out, frustration bubbling in her veins. "I haven't even started my career the way I want to, and now they come with a marriage proposal?"

Her father's expression darkened, his voice dropping lower.

"And I won't let it happen," he said.

Advika's breath hitched. He never spoke like this.

His intense gaze lingered on her before his expression softened just as quickly.

"Don't worry about it," he assured her. "Do whatever you want. I'll always be with you, my princess." He cupped her cheeks gently.

A smile returned to her lips.

"That's why you're the best, Papa," she said, hugging him tightly.

As they pulled away, she stretched with a grin. "Now, I'm going to get ready for the pooja!"

He nodded with a smile, watching as she skipped out of the room, swaying and twirling like a carefree child.

The entire family sat in the pooja, their eyes closed in devotion.

Advika sat beside her mother, her hands pressed together in prayer, her eyes shut in silent reverence.

When the pooja concluded, the priest distributed prasad, blessing each member of the family.

Later, Advika sat in the garden, basking in the peaceful aftermath. A cool breeze danced through the air, making her hair sway freely. She leaned back on the swing, eyes closed, savoring the serenity of the moment. Dressed in an elegant full-length outfit, she looked ethereal-like an angel bathed in soft daylight. The color of the dress only enhanced her beauty.

Then, a deliberate clearing of the throat shattered the tranquility.

Irritated, she opened her eyes, ready to glare at whoever had disturbed her.

Her mood darkened instantly.

Standing before her was none other than Abhinav Raizada. The cold bastard.

"Did you make it clear to your parents?" he asked, his deep, heavy voice cutting through the stillness. His gaze remained fixed on the garden, refusing to acknowledge her directly.

Advika's eyes narrowed, anger flashing through them. Crossing her arms over her chest, she huffed.

"Yes, I did. I'm not like you-a scaredy loser," she shot back, her voice laced with defiance.

At that, his head turned toward her, amusement flickering across his sharp features. His hands remained buried in his pockets, exuding his usual arrogance.

"Miss whoever you are," he drawled, his voice carrying an unspoken warning, "I already told you-don't do things that make me angry. But it seems like you enjoy pissing me off, don't you?"

Their eyes locked. No hesitation. No fear.

"You piss me off, so I'm just returning the favor," she said with a tight-lipped smile, her gaze filled with teasing defiance. She stood up from the swing, her movement deliberate, savouring the moment. She turned around, making her way inside the house.

His jaw tightened, but he quickly looked away.

"Well, don't think you can escape this so easily," he said. "My mother is announcing our engagement date at tonight's party."

Her steps faltered.

She froze.

Did she just hear him correctly?

Her breath hitched as she abruptly turned to face him. His back was to her.

"What the hell are you saying? She can't just decide that on her own! She has to ask my family-"

He cut her off, turning toward her with an unreadable expression. His voice was low, controlled, and unyielding.

"She can. And she is."

A chill ran down her spine.

She swallowed hard, determination settling deep in her bones.

"I won't let this happen. No matter what," she muttered, more to herself than to him.

Their eyes met one last time-a silent battle of wills-before she spun on her heel and strode toward the house, her steps quick and resolute.

He remained standing there, motionless, watching her retreat.

••••

It's been evening, yet Advika hadn't stepped out of her room. She lay on her bed, wrapped in a thick duvet, her eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. Sleep eluded her, thoughts swirling in her mind like a storm she couldn't escape.

Suddenly, a knock echoed through the room. Her gaze shifted to the door, her breath hitching for a second before she let out a quiet sigh. This was the third time her mother had knocked, calling her name, waiting for a response. But Advika remained still, unmoving, unwilling to answer.

She sighed, pushing the duvet aside before slowly stepping out of bed. Her movements were sluggish, weighed down by exhaustion and reluctance. Dragging herself to the door, she hesitated for a moment before finally unlocking it.

As the door creaked open, she peeked through the narrow gap.

As her eyes met the person standing before her, they widened in shock.

Aunt.

"Are you okay, my child?" the woman asked, her voice laced with concern. "You haven't opened the door all day. Is something wrong?"

Advika, still reeling from surprise, stepped out slightly, hurriedly smoothing down her tangled hair, which felt like a bird's nest on her head. She nodded, forcing a smile while inwardly cursing herself. Why did I open the door?

"I'm totally fine, Aunty," she said, trying to maintain her composure. A wide, fake smile stretched across her lips.

The woman returned the smile and held out a neatly packed dress. "That's good. Actually, I came to give you this. I'd love for you to wear it at tonight's party."

Advika's brows furrowed. Why is she giving me a dress? I barely know her. Isn't she moving too fast?

Still, she kept her polite smile and took the package. "Actually, Aunty, I don't really feel like coming to the party, so-"

Before she could finish, the woman abruptly cut her off.

"No! You have to come to the party!" she insisted, a little too forcefully. Then, as if realizing her own slip, she pressed a hand over her mouth, her eyes darting away. A nervous, unnatural laugh followed.

Advika, already confused, now felt a chill crawl up her spine. Is she even human? Or has something possessed her?

"I mean," the woman quickly corrected, "you have to come! Of course! The party is for all of us." She let out another strange laugh, her forced cheerfulness only making her seem more unsettling.

Advika nodded quickly, eager to shut the door and escape the conversation. "Okay... I'll come," she said, stumbling over her words.

The woman's smile widened as she chirped, "Great! I'll be waiting for you at the party."

With that, Advika wasted no time slamming the door shut. Her heart pounded in her chest as she leaned against it, pressing a trembling hand over her racing heart.

Why, God, why? Are you not satisfied seeing me suffer? I stared up at the ceiling, as if complaining to a God who would never answer me.

Was it not enough to send that bloody stalker who never missed a chance to scare me? Or my boss-who isn't even human, but a raging bull constantly showing me his horns? I hate all of them.

And now... now you've sent that bastard Abhishek. Is he here to completely ruin my life? Because no matter how hard I think, I can't find a single way to escape this mess.

Somebody help me. Please. I don't want him to come to the party. If he doesn't show up, then who will she announce my engagement with?

But... innocent little me-how could I possibly kidnap someone? If I were a guy, maybe I could've done it. But wait... why would I even stop him?

I'm not- I mean, I couldn't be- Oh, for God's sake, what the hell am I even thinking?!

My eyes landed on the packed dress, and a wave of burning hatred surged through me.

Fine. I'll come to the party. But guess what? Your son won't. Because I won't let him.

A sudden plan formed in my mind, sharp and undeniable. And this time, I wouldn't let it fail.

The clock already showed 6 PM-the party was set for 8 PM. That meant the guests would take at least an hour to fully arrive. Perfect.

I needed to execute my plan smoothly, which meant being prepared beforehand. I had to look stunning-irresistible, even. A smirk tugged at my lips as I took slow steps toward the bathroom door.

I had no idea how long it had been since I last changed in my room. Not that I ever felt safe enough to.

I had ripped out that damn camera before, but I wasn't naive. There was no way they had installed just one. There had to be more, hidden in places I couldn't even guess.

I clenched my jaw and shut the bathroom door behind me.

I stepped into the grand hall where the party was in full swing. My eyes darted to the clock on the wall-9:30 PM. Everyone had arrived.

My parents stood across the room, deep in conversation with some guests, completely unaware of the storm brewing inside me.

Now what? I had no idea how to pass the time. My plan was in place, but- where the hell is he?

I scanned the room, my fingers tightening around the glass of juice in my hand. He wasn't here. Why isn't he here?

A deep frown settled on my face. Could he be resting in his room? That idiot. I had set everything up perfectly, and if he didn't show up on time, I swear, I'd strangle him with my bare hands.

Sipping my juice, I wove through the sea of guests, my gaze sweeping over unfamiliar faces. Still no sign of him.

And then-a loud voice suddenly boomed through the hall, shattering the chatter around me. The sharp sound cut through my ears, making me wince.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! I think the mic wasn't set properly," the voice apologized.

I turned toward the sound-and felt my stomach drop.

It was none other than Aunty.

In that moment, I don't know how, but my grip on the glass loosened. The cold liquid slipped past my lips, spilling straight onto my dress.

I gasped, hurriedly trying to wipe it off, but the damage was done. Damn it.

My heart pounded as Aunty's voice echoed through the hall. "So today, I want to announce an important news," she said.

I clenched my jaw, my eyes darting around the room. Where the hell is he? Did he drop dead somewhere?

With an irritated sigh, I set my half-finished drink on the bar counter and picked up another. My fingers trembled slightly as I reached into my pocket, pulling out the small tablets I had been keeping with me. Why am I shaking? I'm not scared.

Shoving away the doubt, I discreetly dropped the tablets into the glass and swirled the drink, watching as they dissolved into nothingness.

Lifting my gaze, I checked on Aunty. Good. She isn't talking about me yet. Maybe I still had time.

I took a step forward-only to freeze in place.

She said my name.

Why?!

I cursed under my breath as a wave of applause filled the room. My forced smile twitched as I turned toward the stage, my eyes locking onto my parents.

Their gazes were firm, unwavering-but within them, a silent command: Come forward.

I inhaled sharply, hesitating only for a second before nodding. I trust them.

My fingers loosened around the glass, and I placed it onto the tray of a passing waiter. Another plan down the drain.

My first attempt-staying locked in my room-had already failed. And now this one too.

But I couldn't afford to falter now. Straightening my posture, I schooled my expression into one of perfect calm. I had to look composed. Collected. Untouchable.

With measured, graceful steps, I ascended the stage. Aunty met me halfway, taking my hand in hers and pulling me into a side hug.

With a warm yet calculated smile, she turned to the crowd. "You all already know her-Advika Arora. The only heir of the Arora family."

My stomach twisted, but I kept my face blank. I knew what was coming next.

"And now, meet my son-Abhinav Raizada, the only heir of the Raizada family," Aunty announced with a wide, proud smile.

The hall erupted in murmurs as people glanced around, searching for him. But he was nowhere to be found.

Aunty's smile faltered slightly as she turned toward her husband, who stood below the stage, casually holding a drink. "Where is Abhinav?" she asked, her tone laced with growing concern.

Her husband's expression darkened. He frowned, scanning the crowd. "I don't know. I haven't seen him for hours."

The unease in the room thickened. Aunty's cheerful mask slipped, revealing a flicker of tension.

I instinctively turned to my parents. Their expressions mirrored my own confusion. They shook their heads. They had no idea where he was either.

Where is he, then?

Just as the silence became unbearable, a loud commotion erupted from the far end of the hall.

"Sir! Sir!"

A man's urgent voice cut through the air.

Everyone turned. A man, breathless and disheveled as if he had been running for his life, stumbled into the hall. His clothes were slightly crumpled, his face damp with sweat.

Panting heavily, he reached the front of the stage and lifted his gaze toward us. His eyes held something close to panic.

"Ma'am... I-I found this outside the house," the man gasped, still catching his breath. "A shirt... covered in blood."

A stunned silence fell over the hall.

Aunty's face went pale, her hand clutching the microphone tighter. My own breath hitched as my gaze darted to the man's shaking hands, gripping the blood-stained fabric.

Whispers spread like wildfire among the guests.

Blood?

Whose?

Aunty staggered slightly, her fingers trembling as she reached for the shirt. "This... this is Abhinav's, isn't it?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.

My stomach twisted. My carefully built composure cracked for a second.

Where the hell was he?

I turned to my parents again, but their expressions had shifted-from confusion to deep concern. My father's jaw tightened. My mother's eyes darted between the shirt and Aunty.

The tension was suffocating.

And then, just as I opened my mouth to speak-

The lights flickered off.

The entire hall plunged into darkness.

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd, followed by hushed whispers and shuffling feet. My breath hitched, my pulse thundering in my ears.

What the hell is happening?

Aunty let out a sharp breath, her voice barely audible. "Abhinav...?"

The microphone crackled once-then silence.

I stood frozen, my hands clenched into fists. This wasn't a coincidence. First, Abhinav goes missing. Then a bloodied shirt. And now-the lights go off.

The murmurs in the crowd grew frantic. People were panicking, their voices overlapping in the dark.

I couldn't see a thing, but I could feel the weight of uncertainty pressing down on me. Someone brushed past my shoulder, making me flinch.

And then-

A loud thud.

Followed by a scream.

A scream tore through the darkness- my scream.

Because of A chilling whisper.

Right next to my ear.

"You thought you could escape?"

My entire body froze.

He is again here!!

A shiver ran down my whole body.

Before I could turn or shove the man behind me-because I could feel him there-a hand clamped over my mouth.

A sharp gasp tried to escape, but it was muffled against his rough palm. My pulse pounded in my ears, panic clawing at my chest. I struggled, my hands grasping at his arm, but his grip was strong-unyielding.

Then, the scent hit me.

A faint, sickly-sweet fragrance filled my nose. A handkerchief. Pressed firmly against my mouth.

Chloroform.

My limbs turned sluggish. The fight drained out of me, my vision swimming. No, no, no-

The voices around me became distant, like echoes in a tunnel. My body swayed, my eyelids growing impossibly heavy.

And before I could fight any longer-everything faded to black.

Veer stood at a distance from Aashvi's room, his sharp gaze flickering toward his father, Vijay, who sat lost in thought. His younger brother, Atharv, was there too. Today, Aashvi would finally leave the hospital. She had refused to stay any longer, and Veer had made sure she wouldn't have to. A nurse was inside, helping her get ready.

His father's absence earlier had been unavoidable-Vijay had been out of the city when everything happened. But now, he was here, and so was the truth Veer needed to hear.

Breaking the heavy silence, Veer finally spoke, his deep voice laced with quiet demand.

"Dad, you never told me how you found out Avaira was alive. That day, you said Aashvi told you about her... but how? She didn't even know Avaira belonged to us."

His dark eyes locked onto Vijay's, filled with unspoken questions.

Vijay met his gaze briefly before shifting his eyes toward Aashvi's door. A sigh escaped him before he finally answered, his voice low and weighted with emotion.

"No, she didn't know Avaira was part of our family. That day, before you both left for your holiday, I went to your room to speak with you, but you weren't there. Instead, I spoke with Aashvi. She showed me a picture-one where she and Avaira were together. They were around six years old. Aashvi said Avaira had been her best friend, but they lost contact a year ago. That's when I started searching... and that's how I found Vivek Chauhan and uncovered the truth."

Veer hummed in response, his expression unreadable.

Beside them, Atharv clenched his jaw. He had been unaware of this secret, but now that he knew, he wouldn't stay on the sidelines. His loyalty was unwavering.

"Bhai, I'm with you," Atharv said, his voice firm. "If you need anything, just say the word."

Veer turned to him, a rare smile tugging at his lips. He knew his brother well-Atharv never showed weakness. But deep down, beneath the hardened exterior, there was still a part of him that cared. A part that had no place in their world.

Veer placed a firm hand on Atharv's shoulder.

"I will," he said. "And I need you. In my absence, you're the one who will protect our family. I trust you with that."

Atharv gave a sharp nod.

Just then, the door to Aashvi's room opened, and a nurse stepped out.

"Sir, ma'am is ready. She has changed," the nurse informed, lowering her head respectfully.

Veer nodded and stepped toward the room, his heavy footsteps echoing in the corridor. Atharv and Vijay turned to leave, heading out to prepare the car.

Inside, Aashvi was resting her head against Anika's chest, her eyes closed. Arya stood nearby, speaking quietly with the nurse.

As soon as they noticed his presence, their heads turned toward him. Veer's gaze landed on Aashvi.

Sensing him, Aashvi slowly opened her eyes. His scent reached her before his presence did, sending a shiver down her spine. The moment their eyes met, her breath hitched.

Anika gently pulled away, leaving Aashvi standing beside the bed. Confused, Aashvi turned to her, but before she could question anything, Veer stepped forward and, without a word, lifted her into his arms.

Aashvi gasped, instinctively clutching his coat.

Her fingers tightened around the fabric, as if afraid he would let her go.

Veer held her securely, his grip unyielding.

"Mom, Arya-come with me," he said, his voice steady.

They nodded, following closely behind as he carried Aashvi through the hospital corridors. Arya gently took Anika's hand, knowing she was still weak.

Veer's steps were firm, his heartbeat erratic. Aashvi's head rested against his chest, her small frame fitting perfectly against him. His breath hitched at the sensation. He looked down at her face-so fragile, so vulnerable. A sudden, overwhelming urge rushed through him. He wanted to pull her closer, to shield her from everything, to keep her hidden away where no one could touch her.

He could feel her heartbeat-soft, steady. So different from his own, which thundered in his chest.

Reaching the car, the door was already open. He gently settled her into the passenger seat. For a brief moment, their eyes met again before Aashvi quickly looked away. Veer reached over, securing her seatbelt, then shut the door.

He glanced toward the second car where his family was preparing to leave. Atharv met his eyes, and in an unspoken exchange, they understood each other. With a nod, Atharv got into his own car.

Veer slid into the driver's seat. His gaze flickered toward Aashvi-she was staring out of the window, avoiding him.

With a quiet exhale, he started the engine. The car roared to life, and they drove off, leaving the hospital behind.

By the time they reached the mansion, Veer stepped out of the car, his movements slow and deliberate. The other cars pulled in behind him, their engines humming before falling silent.

He turned toward the passenger side just as Aashvi reached for the door handle. She pushed it open and was about to step out when a firm hand wrapped around her wrist, halting her movements.

Startled, she looked up, her innocent eyes meeting his dark, intense gaze.

A shiver ran down her spine. His grip wasn't harsh, but it was unyielding-possessive.

"Wait," his voice was low, commanding.

She swallowed, unsure of what he meant. The air between them was thick with something unspoken, something dangerous.

"You don't have to do everything on your own," he added, his tone softer this time.

Aashvi hesitated, her fingers trembling slightly. She wasn't used to this side of him. The man who had just carried her out of the hospital, the man who was now looking at her as if she was something fragile-something that needed to be protected.

But why?

Before she could find her voice, Veer leaned down slightly, his fingers brushing against hers as he loosened his hold.

"Come, carefully," he murmured, reaching for her other hand.

She nodded, stepping out cautiously. Each step was slow, hesitant. His firm hold on her hand kept her steady, preventing her from stumbling.

But as she took another step, a sudden wave of weakness washed over her. It felt as if all the energy had been drained from her body. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as her knees gave way. She lurched forward, bracing for the impact of the cold ground-

But it never came.

In a heartbeat, strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her up before she could fall. A startled breath hitched in her throat as she found herself lifted effortlessly into his arms.

Her wide eyes met his unreadable gaze. No emotion flickered across his face. No concern, no frustration-just an impassive stare that sent a strange shiver down her spine.

"Stubborn," he muttered under his breath, sighing as he adjusted his hold and strode forward.

Aashvi frowned. Was he mocking her? Commenting on her clumsiness? Or... did he just think she was some fragile little girl who couldn't take care of herself?

She glanced away, unknowingly pouting.

Veer, focused on walking, caught the expression out of the corner of his eye. The slight pout only made her look more innocent-more naive. A ghost of a smile flickered across his lips before vanishing as quickly as it had come.

Why did she have to be both? Innocent and a fiery little kitten.

Shaking his head, he ascended the stairs. Upon reaching their room, he pushed the door open with his foot and stepped inside.

He lowered her onto the bed with careful precision.

Aashvi looked at him, her eyes filled with unspoken questions, but his attention was elsewhere-adjusting the AC, ensuring her comfort.

She shifted slightly, intending to stand up, but the moment her feet touched the floor, he was suddenly in front of her.

Her breath hitched.

His tall frame towered over her, making her feel even smaller. The proximity sent her pulse racing.

Why did he always have to scare her like this?

She slowly lifted her gaze, only to see him watching her with a raised brow.

"Where?" he asked, his voice deep and firm as he leaned in slightly.

Instinctively, she tried to move back, but there was nowhere to go.

She swallowed hard, her fingers gripping the bedsheet.

"I... I was going to the couch," she mumbled, barely above a whisper, avoiding his piercing stare.

He tilted his head slightly, amusement flickering in his dark eyes.

"No need. Just lie down and sleep," he commanded.

She looked up at him, her eyes narrowing in defiance.

His lips twitched. Amused by her reaction, he leaned in further, his face hovering inches from hers.

Her breath stopped.

"Do you want something?" he murmured, his voice husky and low, sending a shiver through her.

Her eyes widened slightly before she quickly shook her head, the movement frantic. Without another word, she scrambled back onto the bed, lying down hurriedly. In seconds, she pulled the blanket over herself-covering everything, even her head.

Veer smirked, an amused glint in his eyes.

He didn't know why he always did this to her. But somehow, it had become a habit-teasing her, intimidating her, watching her eyes flare with defiance before she scurried away like a startled kitten.

And every single time, she narrowed her eyes at him.

He shook his head, exhaling softly.

Veer stared at her tightly curled figure, his gaze unreadable. Straightening himself, he switched off the lights, plunging the room into darkness, save for the dim glow of a lone bulb. With a final glance, he turned on his heels and stepped out, closing the door behind him with quiet finality.

Emerging into the living room, he moved with deliberate ease, lowering himself onto the sofa. Crossing one leg over the other, he pulled out his phone, gripping it firmly before dialing a number.

"Did you find his exact location?" Veer asked, his voice deep and measured.

A voice responded from the other end, low yet sharp.

"Yes, boss. He's been in Nepal for the past week."

Veer hummed in acknowledgment, his expression unreadable.

He ended the call abruptly, his grip tightening around the phone before shoving it away. In one swift motion, he rose from his seat, his movements fast and precise, charged with a quiet intensity.

••••••••••

A petite girl stood in the corner of the dimly lit room, her fragile, malnourished frame pressed against the cold wall. Her head was bowed, tears slipping silently down her pale cheeks. Her body trembled slightly, the weight of fear consuming her.

Across from her, two men lounged on a worn-out sofa, engaged in a hushed conversation, oblivious to her silent suffering.

"So, why are you selling her now?" one of them asked, his voice laced with mild irritation as he lit a cigarette between his fingers. He was dressed in a tight-fitting suit, his hard, filthy gaze locked onto the girl like a predator eyeing its prey. A smirk curled on his lips at the sight of her trembling form.

The man beside him took a slow sip of his drink before answering, his tone dark with amusement. "Because now, I want to ruin them completely. Their weakness is in my grasp, and they finally understand how powerful I am. Now, I have to show them just how far I'm willing to go."

The suited man exhaled a cloud of smoke, his eyes narrowing. "How far will you go to destroy them, Vivek Chauhan?"

Vivek's jaw tightened, his expression hardening. "Until they all fall to their knees and beg for mercy. Every single one of them."

His companion chuckled, flicking the ash from his cigarette. "Well, I hope you get what you want." He turned his gaze back to the girl, observing her delicate figure from a distance. She was too far away to hear their words, but the tension in the room was suffocating.

"For now, I'll take this little beauty off your hands," the man added, his voice laced with cruel amusement. "The deal is done. From now on, she belongs to my brothel." He extended a hand toward Vivek.

Vivek smirked and stood, shaking his hand. "I hope you won't hurt her as I did," he said, his voice dripping with wicked amusement. Then, turning his gaze to the girl, he sneered, "Isn't that right, Avaira Rathore?"

Her entire body jerked at the sound of her name, spoken so loudly, so cruelly.

"Take her inside. Make her eat something-she needs to be strong," the buyer instructed with a smirk.

A woman appeared at the doorway, her expression unreadable. "Come with me," she said, standing beside Avaira.

Avaira pressed herself harder against the wall, shaking her head as fresh tears streamed down her face.

"Kya? Chalti hai ya bataun tujhe, kamini?" the woman snapped, grabbing Avaira's wrist with brutal force. Avaira winced, a pained whimper escaping her lips as she was dragged away.

(What? Will you come or should I make you, bitch?)

"Arey, zara sambhal ke," the man on the sofa laughed. "Najuk hai abhi!"

(Be careful, she is delicate right now)

Vivek merely smirked at the remark. But as soon as the transaction was complete, he turned on his heel and strode out of the brothel, his heavy footsteps echoing in the hallway.

How was it is??