Arya’s heart pounded as she took her chance—darting toward the road , her breath sharp, her legs moving faster than she thought possible.
"Take one more step forward, and I’ll catch you," Shreyansh’s voice cut through the space, dark and unyielding. *"And trust me, running will only make it worse."
For a fleeting moment, she thought she had evaded him—but then, before she could reach the exit, strong arms wrapped around her, lifting her effortlessly off the ground.
"Let me go!" she yelled, thrashing in his grip, but he didn’t falter.
Shreyansh carried her toward the car with ease, barely affected by her struggle. His silence was more unsettling than his words—his grip firm, but not rough.
As he set her inside the car, she turned to him, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.
"Please, Shreyansh," she tried, her voice softer now, laced with desperation. "Just let me go."
Shreyansh hesitated. For a fraction of a second, something flickered in his eyes—but it was gone before she could catch it.
"Stop testing my patience, Arya," he muttered, shutting the door.
The drive was tense. Silence stretched between them, broken only by the hum of the engine and Arya’s quiet breaths.
As they reached the grand mansion, Shreyansh stepped out first, opening her door. This time, his grip on her wrist wasn’t forceful—it was restrained, as if he himself was battling something within.
"No more drama, Arya," he said, looking straight into her eyes. "You know my power. You know what I can do. Just listen—for once."
Arya swallowed, refusing to let the unease in her heart turn into fear.
"You think you can control me, but you never will," she whispered, meeting his gaze with defiance.
Shreyansh exhaled sharply, shaking his head. Then, his voice lowered, carrying something heavier than anger—something raw.
"Mera vishvaas karo Arya… pooree shiddat se mohabbat ki thi maine tumse."
*"I loved you with all my heart, Arya."
There was a pause, filled with unspoken words, aching emotions that neither of them wanted to acknowledge.
Then, his expression hardened once more, masking the conflict within.
"But now, I’ll hate you with the same intensity."
He led her inside, his grip loosening slightly—but still, he didn’t let go.
The battle between them was far from over.
Arya’s voice trembled with rage as she grabbed Shreyansh’s collar, her eyes filled with pain and fury.
"Why can't you understand? You’re a criminal! You destroyed everything! You killed my father, made me an orphan. Because of you, I have nothing left!" Her voice cracked with emotion.
Shreyansh stood still, his jaw tightening as her words sank in. He had prepared himself for her hatred—but this? This raw, unfiltered anguish? He hadn’t expected it to shake something inside him.
For a fleeting moment, he shut his eyes, his mind a whirlwind of emotions he refused to acknowledge.
"That man deserved it,"he thought bitterly, but the words never left his lips.
Instead, he exhaled sharply, gripping her wrists and removing her hands from his collar. His movements were firm yet hesitant, as if he was battling himself.
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𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞💕 ( 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞)✔
Romance"She was his everything-until she became his assassin." Shreyansh loved Arya with his whole soul. But the woman he trusted most shot him and walked away. Now he's back. Alive. And hell-bent on revenge. But they're not the only ones tangled in love...
