This story will take a turn when our cute handsome business man will turn into a dangerous ...... unknowingly he kept it a secret and she finds it out
a man cloaked in the shadows of his past, his heart encased in frost. Yet, amidst his icy demeanor...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Shayantikas POV:
Shayantika's POV
The man approaching through the darkness was unmistakably Mr. Singhania. A rush of confusion and fear flooded over me. Was he behind all of this? Had he orchestrated this nightmare? My thoughts spun wildly as he came closer, and the men who had been tormenting me now turned their attention to him.
To my shock, Mr. Singhania didn't seem to be part of the threat but rather the opposite. He moved with swift, decisive action, trying to help me. His presence was a surprising twist in the grim situation. As he reached for me, the captors shifted their focus, now grappling with him. Mr. Singhania fought fiercely, his movements precise and powerful. The men surrounding him faltered, unable to land a hit or counter his relentless assault. One by one, they fell to the ground, their strength waning against his determined resolve.
I attempted to rise, my limbs restricted by the ropes and the duct tape that bound me. I could see Mr. Singhania, battered but resolute, dispatching the remaining attackers with a fierce determination. My heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of fear and hope racing through me. Finally, he turned his attention to me, hurriedly undoing the ropes and tearing off the duct tape. His hands were gentle despite the urgency, and I felt a rush of relief as I was freed.
As I tried to stand, I noticed a man approaching from behind Mr. Singhania, holding a baseball bat. Instinctively, I reached for my gun—one that my father had given me for protection. My hands shook as I aimed it at the approaching man's temple. However, before I could act, a sharp blow to my head sent a jolt of pain through my skull. My vision swirled, and everything went black as I collapsed onto the road, the world fading away.
When I came to, I was aware of a distant, comforting sound—the wail of police sirens. The relief was brief, as I felt myself being lifted, the sensation of being cradled gently. I was barely conscious, unable to fully process who was carrying me or where I was going. My senses dimmed, and I drifted into unconsciousness, the darkness enveloping me completely.
Morning
My head throbbed with a relentless ache, each pulse a reminder of the pain I had endured. My eyelids felt as though they were coated in sand, making it difficult to open them. Slowly, with great effort, I fluttered my eyes open to find myself in a stark, sterile hospital room. The white ceiling above me was a harsh contrast to the darkness I had just escaped. My body was cocooned in a duvet, and my head was wrapped in a bandage. The side of my face, too, was covered, providing some protection to the bruises and injuries I had sustained.
As I tried to focus, a bright light caught my attention. I turned my head, wincing slightly, and saw a man standing by the window, his back turned to me. His dark suit and poised stance were familiar. Curiosity and a hint of fear gripped me as I called out, "Hello!"
