Mysterious Oberoi

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I stared at him for further elaboration, but he kept staring at my face with a blank expression. "What do you mean by that?" I took another step back, and that caught his attention. He moved forward and suddenly panic raised over me.

"Can we get in your room and talk like civil individuals?" He sounded stern as he took two steps at a time, standing inches away from me. His eyes scanned the people glancing at us.

"I... don't..." I was going to oppose, but he leaned further into my ears.

"Choice is yours... you walk on your own or there is always chloroform." I widen my eyes. Was he threatening me? I glared at him, and the smirk soon lapped his spirit. I wanted to punch his nose. "So? What's your choice kitten?"

Without providing him with any answer I started walking towards my room. I heard a small chuckle escaping from his throat, making me fume in rage. What did he think of himself? Arrogant-fool!

I unlocked the door getting inside and soon he followed my steps. I shut the door behind me and faced the devil in my life. "What do you want?" He was scanning my room, I frowned at his action.

"Can I have a sit?" He raised his brow and without waiting for my permission made himself comfortable on the bed.

"Can we just get it over with?" I folded my hand around my chest, staring at him in fury. "You can't keep threatening me," I warned him but he seemed disinterested in the conversation. "Are you listening to me?"

"Can you show me the dress you wore last night?" He looked straight into my eyes.

"What?" I was appalled, "we were going to talk..."

"Dress, kitten!" he demanded, I stared straight into his commanding orbs.

"You can't keep bossing around me." I groaned, "people might work on your fingers but I am not one of them. You have no right to jump into my life and..."

"I said, I want the fucking dress!" His jaw was clenched, his fist squeezing the mattress on which he was seated. A wave of panic reached me, and sweat formed on my forehead. I nodded vigorously, rushing into the washroom for my life. His furious orbs were on the verge of cutting me into pieces. He was making my doubt clear. He wasn't a normal businessman, there were things involved, illegal things.

My eyes were searching for the blood-red dress though tears weren't cooperating with me. Those set of hungry orbs were making me anxious. He was going to kill me. I somehow managed to grab the dress before he could lose his patience. I rushed outside, he still was sitting calmly on the bed as if he wasn't fuming in rage from within. I could see the veins around his fisted knuckles.

The minute he glanced at the dress, he pulled it away. Scanning it with uttermost interest and soon the furiousness faded away, a devil-smirk played on his lip. He seemed content, satisfied with himself. I lowered my gaze not wanting to trigger the angry lion. I heard his footsteps walking out of the room. I waited for a minute before rushing towards the door and before I could lock it.

The door was pushed open and my heart jumped out of my ribs. Surely, he wanted to kill me. I stared at him with frightened orbs, his large hands slowly reached to my cheeks and I shut my orbs in fear. I heard him growl but I kept my eyes shut maybe it was much better not to see blood oozing from my body. At least it won't pain that much if I simply stopped the vision from reaching me.

"Fuck it," he groaned as I felt a small peck on my forehead. And soon I heard those footsteps fading away. My mind trying to decode things as my heart was finding it hard to calm down.

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I wanted to share about the matter with someone but I was clueless if anyone would understand the matter. Diya was staring at me with her curious gaze, her stare questioning me, urging me to express the things troubling me. I sighed, but I couldn't!