"You walked into the lion's den, sweetheart," he whispered, stepping closer. "And lions don't let go so easily."
He looked down at her leg, at her trembling hands, and the fear in her eyes.
"A beautiful young girl like you," he chuckled, "shouldn't...
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The moment her door closed behind her, Mishti broke.
She slid to the floor, her back against the wall, and buried her face in her knees. The sob ripped through her.
Why did it hurt?
It wasn't supposed to.
He had said it himself. There was nothing between them. No promises. No future. No love.
Just forbidden lust.
But still- Why did her heart feel like it had been flung out of her chest and crushed beneath his boots?
She wiped her face harshly with the back of her hand.Her suitcase was still under the bed-untouched since the day she arrived.
She dragged it out and flung it open. Her hands worked fast-grabbing clothes from the wardrobe, stuffing her dupattas, rolling her salwars.Her red dress-the one he forced her to take-she tossed into the bottom with venom.
She was leaving.
Tomorrow.
She would resign. Abid was fine now. There was no reason to stay in this house, in this madness.
She curled into bed, hugging a pillow as more silent tears rolled down her cheeks.Until her body gave up and sleep swallowed her whole.
The sun was too bright for how dark her soul felt.
Mishti stood outside the kitchen where Aaliyah bhabhi was giving orders to the staff. She waited for a pause, her fingers twitching nervously at her sides.
Just as she opened her mouth to speak-
Footsteps.
Sultan Emad Khan descended the stairs, buttoning the cuffs of his crisp grey shirt, every line of his face carved with menace. His hair was wet from a shower, slicked back with precision, his jaw unshaven just enough to look like sin in human form.
His eyes locked with hers.
They were bloodthirsty.
Predatory.
If looks could wound, she'd already be bleeding.
She looked away, heart racing.
"Bhabijaan," he said, tone smooth but sharp. "A friend of mine is coming in from Moscow today."
Mishti stiffened.
He smiled coldly. "A very special friend. She'll be staying here for a few days. Please make the necessary arrangements."
Aaliyah bhabhi raised a brow but nodded politely. "Of course."
Mishti's throat dried up. Her voice came out small. "Bhabhi... I was just thinking-"
