"𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞."
He glared at her with a cold, harsh expression and said, "What am I supposed to do with you, my doll?"
Fear washed over her, but she gathere...
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That evening, Aisha sat on the bed in her cell, reading a book given to her to pass the time. The entire place was silent and peaceful, allowing her to focus.
The silence was abruptly broken by the loud creak of the dungeon door opening. Light spilled down the stairs, casting a tall, dominant shadow.
Abhirudra descended, hands tucked into his pockets, the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up. The top few buttons were undone, revealing his strong chest. He had come straight from his study, where he’d been working on a new project.
His face looked slightly worn, as if he hadn’t slept well, but his sharp, authoritative eyes and stoic expression, along with his messy hair, made him look incredibly handsome and captivating.
Behind him, several servants followed, carrying trays in their hands. They moved cautiously, taking care not to offend the fierce beast leading them.
All the bodyguards bowed respectfully as he passed, but, as usual, he paid them no attention. The guard stationed outside the last cell opened the iron gate upon seeing him approach, lowering their gaze in respect.
Hearing the gate open, Aisha looked up, her calm gaze meeting his cold one. She frowned slightly, gripping the book tightly before setting it aside to observe him silently.
The memory of the last traumatic incident haunted her. She wasn’t mentally or emotionally prepared to face anyone yet. Although she seemed fine on the surface, her nightmares had returned, and she was still trying to find calm within herself.
In some way, she held Indrani responsible for what had happened—and perhaps, Abhirudra too.
She hadn’t intended to be rude to him—she had been reckless last time, but one doesn’t make enemies with a lion while living in its den.
Abhirudra stood in front of her, his hands still tucked in his pockets. Neither spoke, and they simply held each other’s gaze. Aisha’s eyes were calm yet confused, while Abhirudra’s carried a restless intensity. They waited in silence until the servants exited the cell.
Once they were alone, the bodyguard shut the iron gate and moved away to give them privacy. Aisha felt a nervous flutter under his intense stare, but she forced herself to appear calm and composed, though her fingers were gripping the hem of her red dupatta tightly.
Without a word, Abhirudra sat down on the bed across from her and began arranging the food himself. Aisha watched him, her gaze fixed on his expressionless face.
A thought crossed her mind, and she asked softly, “What did you do with Mr. Mehta?"
His hands paused momentarily, his expression blank and unreadable, making it hard to tell what was going on inside his mind.
"He’s in jail,” he replied flatly, then resumed arranging the food.
Aisha felt a surge of frustration; she couldn’t shake the feeling that he wouldn’t have let Mr. Mehta off so easily.
