His Replaced Dhulhan || 18+ ✔

|35.| It was a trap

♡Double update today just because I'm feeling good & happy and because it's a short update.
BTW I have published my hook In love with beast. The blurb & trope are available. You can check them out.

Once we finish HRD, I will start publishing SS, and then shortly after that, I will publish ILWB. I will be working on both books together.

Now enjoy 😉

Vansh's pov

As I gazed upon the scene before me, a burning rage ignited within my very core. Arman, that smirking, self-satisfied excuse for a human being, was standing far too close to Kshavi, his eyes gleaming with a familiarity that made my skin crawl. I could feel my fur standing on end, my heart racing with a primal intensity as I fought to restrain the beast within.

It was only a plan, I reminded myself, a necessary ruse to bring about our ultimate goal. But as I watched Arman's hand brush against Kshavi's, a spark of electricity seemed to arc through the air, and I could feel my control slipping.

I wanted to snap his neck in two, to feel the satisfying crunch of bone and cartilage beneath my fingers. I wanted to erase the smug smile from his face, to make him pay for daring to touch what was mine.

But I knew I couldn't. Not yet, at least. I had to keep up the charade, had to play the part of the oblivious bystander. So I gritted my teeth and forced myself to look away, to pretend that I didn't see the way Arman was looking at Kshavi.

It was a struggle, though. Oh, how I wanted to unleash my fury upon him. How I wanted to make him suffer for his temerity. But I knew that would only jeopardize our plan, and so I bit back my rage and waited.

As I gazed at Arman's smug face, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that his time was running out. Kashvi had destroyed his tablet, and now he was at my mercy. I gestured for him to get into the passenger seat of my car, and he complied, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"Where are we going?" he asked, his voice laced with unease.

"I think you know," I replied, my eyes glinting with a hint of malice.

As I started the car and began to drive, Arman's eyes widened in realization. "No, no, no," he muttered, his voice rising in panic.

"Today is the last day of yours, Arman," I said, my voice cold and detached. "And you know it."

Arman's face turned pale, his eyes darting back and forth as he realized the gravity of his situation. I could see the fear creeping in, the panic taking hold.

"You can't do this," he stammered. "I won't let you."

"Oh, but I can," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "And I will."

As I drove deeper into the forest, the trees seemed to close in around us, casting long, ominous shadows on the ground. Arman's breathing grew more rapid, his eyes fixed on me with a mixture of fear and hatred.

"You're a monster," he spat. "You're a cold-blooded killer."

"I am what I am," I replied, my voice unemotional. "And you are what you are. A pawn in my game."

The car came to a stop in a clearing, and I turned off the engine. Arman's eyes went wide as he realized we were alone, completely isolated.

"No," he whispered. "Please."

I smiled, a cold, calculated smile. "It's too late for pleas, Arman. Your time is up."