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PARINIDHI

Devansh aggressively overtook my car and abruptly brought it to a stop in front of mine. Startled, I slammed on the brakes, and without a word, Devansh emerged from his car. His every step towards me exuded palpable anger.

He approached my car, flung open the door, and forcefully seized my hand, pulling me out.

"D-dev, please let me go," I managed to stammer, fear gripping my voice.

Ignoring my plea, he maneuvered me into the passenger seat of his car, took the driver's seat, started the engine, and accelerated away at full speed.

Fear clenched my heart, and I gripped anything I could for support.

Devansh drove in silence, his grip on the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles turned white. Veins bulged on his forehead, his jaw tightly clenched.

As we sped along, I anxiously surveyed our surroundings. The road initially seemed unfamiliar, but gradually, it started to feel recognizable—a path that led to my childhood home, where we used to live before moving away from the city following my kidnapping.

With each passing moment, my eyes widened in disbelief as Devansh navigated straight towards the very place where my childhood memories were housed.

Suddenly, Devansh slammed on the brakes. Due to not wearing a seatbelt, I lurched forward towards the dashboard.

Reacting swiftly, Devansh extended his arm and placed his hand on my forehead to prevent the impact.

Turning to look at him, I found him withdrawing his hand quickly, then stepping out of the car to come around and assist me.

Raising my gaze, I saw the spot where my modest two-story house once stood, now replaced by a grand mansion named "Pari Manor," a place named after me.

I stood frozen, the shock of the situation rendering me immobile.

Devansh's grip on my hand brought me back to reality.

"Dev, please let me go," I yelled, fear and frustration evident in my voice.

He turned to me, his eyes ablaze with anger. Before I could process what was happening, he lifted me into his arms and stormed toward the mansion.

As we moved inside, Devansh's men bowed their heads, showing their deference.

With long, purposeful strides, Devansh reached the main door and commanded, "Open." The massive door swung open immediately.

I was too stunned to protest.

When Devansh started climbing the stairs towards an upper room, my fear intensified. I dreaded what might happen in his anger.

The fear numbed my ability to think, and I began to struggle in his arms, but he only tightened his grip.

"Dev, please—" I managed to say, but my words were cut off by his intense gaze.

My heart was racing, my hands cold and trembling, clasped tightly over my chest.

Devansh kicked the door open with such force that I shut my eyes, anticipating the worst.

I expected him to throw me onto the bed in his rage. But instead, he gently placed me down.

I opened my eyes to meet his, and what I saw shocked me to my core.

His eyes were filled with tears. The strong, unyielding Devansh was on the verge of breaking down.