She turned around—
—and gasped, her heart skipping a beat.
It was Anand.
Standing there with a devilish smirk plastered across his face.
"Surprised?" he said, slowly stepping closer.
Ruhi took a shaky breath but tried to stay strong.
"What are you doing here, Anand?" she asked, her voice firm.
He stared at her from head to toe, eyes dripping with filth.
"Damn... now I see why Abhimaan fell for you. Hot. Sexy. A full package," he sneered.
Her eyes filled with disgust.
"Anand, stay in your limits. I'm your bhabhi. In our culture, that's no less than a mother."
For a second, he gave her a mock apologetic smile.
"Oops... sorry, Bhabhi-sa. Words just slipped."
"Enough," she snapped. "Leave now. You're crossing every line."
But he didn't move. Instead, his smile twisted darker.
"Who said I'll leave? Nor will I... nor will you.
Tonight, we'll make love—Bhabhi-sa."
Her hand rose in rage to slap him.
But he was quicker.
He grabbed her wrist mid-air and yanked her toward him. She staggered into his foul presence.
He leaned in, inhaling her scent like a predator.
"These soft hands..." he whispered darkly, "you'll run through my hair while moaning my name."
"LEAVE MY HAND, ANAND!" she screamed.
"Or I swear to God, I'll show you what hell looks like!"
He laughed. A cold, psychotic laugh.
"Oops, I'm scared," he mocked, eyes wild. "Save me, someone! Bhabhi-sa is furious."
He moved his hand toward her chest—
SLAP.
A loud, resounding slap echoed through the room.
She'd used her free hand and smacked him hard across the face.
"You disgust me," she spat, backing away.
Meanwhile...
"Kabir, any update? Did you get a clue?" Abhimaan shouted through the call, voice shaking.
"Not yet," Kabir replied, his tone urgent. "But our top hacker's on it. Just hold on. We're close."
Abhimaan's fists clenched.
His heart was racing. His Ruhi was in danger, and every second felt like a knife carving into his chest.
"Just find her, Kabir. Or I swear to God..."
The line went quiet, but the fire in Abhimaan's eyes had already turned into a storm.
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Talab
RomanceSome stories are not meant to last forever, but they do live in moments. Talab is not just a collection of stories. It's a collection of cravings. Craving for love. For closure. For one last conversation. For peace. For madness. For something that a...
