𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Chapter 17:-"Looking for this ?"

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The pet name, a sickening sweet nickname he began leaving in notes to "Sugar" after the locker event, tore away her last shreds of hope. Her blood turned to ice, the room spinning around her.

He shouldn't be here. How did he get in? These questions whirled in her head scary and without answers. Her throat tightened leaving her unable to speak. Terror stopped any chance of a yell.

Vedansh, his face hidden by the dark, stepped closer in a threatening way. Misha pushed herself against the wall on instinct, her back rubbing the rough plaster. She wanted to flee, to hide, but her legs felt stuck to the floor.

The lights came back on flooding the room with a bright harsh glow. Misha could now see Vedansh's face clearly. A mean smile curved his mouth. His eyes, which sparkled with fun now looked dark and hungry. This made Misha shiver.

"Nice try Misha," he said, his voice full of scorn. "But you should have known you can't get away from me."

Danger filled the air. Misha's thoughts spun out of control, her well-laid plan falling apart. She found herself stuck, like a bug in a trap. The weight of what was happening pressed down on her making it hard to breathe.

When Misha spoke, her voice came out rough and quiet. "H-how...?" Her question lingered, a hopeless ask for answers she wouldn't get.

Vedansh laughed, a scary sound that grated on her already strained nerves. "Let's just say," he drawled, his eyes shining with a crazy intensity, "I have my ways. You underestimated me Sugar. Big mistake."

His words proved her worst fears. He wasn't just fixated; he was a hunter who had been playing with her relishing the chase.

 Misha felt a basic need to fight back, to strike at him in any way she could. But stuck in his presence, that basic need changed to a scary realization: he had the upper hand.

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Vedansh's POV:-

Naive.

That's the perfect word for my Sugar.

Sweet, trusting, a heart wide open to anyone who throws a smile and a kind word her way.

I couldn't just let her wander this harsh world unprotected, could I? So, I became her guardian angel, her watchful eye in the storm.

So i gifted her a bracelet .

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Sure, the bracelet with the hidden voice recorder and GPS tracker might seem a tad excessive.

But hey, think of it as a thoughtful gift with a bonus feature - knowing her every move, every word, every person she interacted with. A clever little safeguard, wouldn't you say?

She figured out the hidden camera, the hacked phone - gotta give her credit there.

But the bracelet? No way. She bolted out of my apartment like a spooked rabbit, but this particular rabbit wasn't as cunning as she thought.

Told you ! My baby is so naive.

The quick phone call to Sarah? Intercepted with childlike ease. Her escape plan, whispered in hushed tones? A symphony to my ears.

Does she really things she will get rid of me that easily .

Sweetheart, even if I take over the whole damn company, you'll always be my number one priority.