Twisted Devotion

Chapter-3

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[Continued]

As I stood there, my heart echoing his departing footsteps, his words lingered like a haunting melody. "Your eyes intrigue me." Such simple words, yet they held the power to ignite a tempest within me, leaving my heart racing and my mind trapped in a whirlwind of emotions. As I reached the doorway, my gaze fell upon the trio of ominous black cars waiting silently like sentinels in the night.

He disappeared into one of them, a silent predator slipping into the night, leaving behind only the ghost of his gaze that burned into my soul. 

Our intense eye contact, a silent exchange of secrets and desires, was abruptly shattered by my sister Ruhi's piercing scream. "Didi, are you alright? That big guy didn't do anything to you, did he?" Her voice pierced through the haze of my thoughts, bringing me back to the harsh reality of our world.

"What did you two talk about in there for soooooooo long? You know the other two men with him gave me many chocos." she exclaimed, her words tumbling out in a rush of excitement.

I sighed, my gaze shifting to the chatterbox beside me. "Did you eat them, Rooh?"

She nodded, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "They were delicious, didi."

"Alright then, now go to your room and do your homework, haan. We'll talk later about the recent events."

As I watched her retreat into her room, I began making my way up the staircase. The house was eerily silent, the only sound the creak of the wooden steps beneath my feet. Halfway up, my phone buzzed with a notification from an unknown and private number.

[This is my number, love. Save it.]

I paused, a shiver running down my spine. The sender was no mystery to me. I glanced over the railing at the living room below, where a dark, ominous splatter of blood marred the otherwise pristine floor. My fingers flew over the keypad.

[Take care of the blood splatter in the living room you caused, Mr. Agnivanshi.]

I hit send. Instantly, he replied,

[That will be taken care of, amore.]

Before I could draw another breath, another message buzzed in.

[Be ready at 6 in comfortable clothes this evening. I will be coming to pick you up.]

I smirked, my fingers moving swiftly across the screen.

[Giving orders now, are we, Mr. Agnivanshi?]

His response was almost immediate.

[Always. Now be a good girl and follow them.]

I typed back, my irritation flaring.

[You may be free all day, but I am not. I have my sister to take care of. And you are no one to order me.]

His next message made me pause.

[Bring her as well.]

The audacity made my blood boil, but there was also a strange excitement bubbling beneath my anger. 

Soon, evening drew near. At exactly 6, I heard the low rumble of a car pulling up in front of the gate. Rooh was busy with her books, oblivious to the tension filling the air. I stayed put, making no move to follow his command. 

Moments later, the doorbell rang. I opened it to find Mr. Agnivanshi standing there, his eyes dark and intense.

"Why aren't you ready yet?" he demanded, his voice low and commanding.

I crossed my arms defiantly. "I told you, you are no one to order me, Mr. Agnivanshi."

A slow smile spread across his face, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Is that so? Then perhaps I should remind you who holds the power in this game."

Without waiting for a reply, he stepped inside, his presence filling the room. The air crackled with tension as he took a step closer, his gaze never leaving mine.

"Get ready," he said softly, but with an edge that promised consequences. "And bring your sister. Tonight, we play by my rules.”