SHIDDAT ~ Where Love Burns With The Flames of Passion

I Hate You

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Yagyhavi's pov:

"Is Zakham par Marham bhi vahi Insaan lagayega jisne ye Zakham diya hai," Samar said as he walked towards me with the first aid box in his hand.

He stood before me, extending his hand which held the first aid box, and gestured towards the wound with his eyes.

"I am not going to do it," I said simply, and he raised one of his eyebrows.

"I said, I am not going to do it," I repeated.

"You will," he replied simply.

"No, I will not. And why me, huh? There are a lot of people here. Shyam Kaka is here, and you must have many house helpers here too. They can help you with that," I said.

"Yes, I have, but they are not you, and they are not the one who gave me this wound with that knife," he replied, his tone serious and pointed.

But I stood to my ground, refusing to budge despite his insistence.

His eyes narrowed slightly, a challenging glimpse appeared in his eyes.

"I said, you will," he insisted, his voice low and commanding.

"No, Samar, I won't," I protested.

His expression hardened, and without another word, he closed the distance between us in a swift stride, his expression darkening.

Before I could react, he grabbed my wrist firmly, his grip strong and firm at the same time.

"You're going to help me with this, whether you like it or not. You think you have a choice in this, huh? Then let me tell you, you are wrong," he replied sharply.

"You and your friends will not be allowed to leave this mansion because all the doors are locked, and they will only be opened on my command."

"And that will happen only when you personally apply ointment and bandage to my wound," he said firmly, walking away and settling onto the center sofa, crossing one leg over the other.

"The choice is now yours, Shiddat. Either apply the ointment and leave from here easily, or you will be stuck here with me."

"By the way, I don't mind if you stay here with your friends," he said, a small smirk appearing on his face.

His words hung heavy in the air, his dark gaze fixed on me like a predator assessing its prey.

"This could all be so simple," he murmured, "You just have to do one small thing," he said.

His eyes bore into mine, challenging me to defy him further.

I looked at my friends, who seemed just as confused as I was.

"Samar, if she won't do it, we can. Don't force her," Rashmi said, walking over and standing beside me.

Aakriti and Navya joined her.

"Yes, Samar. Let us bandage the wound so we can leave. We don't want any more drama," Aakriti said. Samar looked at us with a faint smile playing on his lips, shaking his head slightly.

"No, Rashmi. This is something Shiddat has to do herself," he replied calmly, his eyes fixed on me.

"I appreciate your concern, but this is between her and me. Until she decides to take responsibility for what she started, none of you will leave. I have given my conditions. The choice is hers," he said leaning back on the sofa.