𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀 ~ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 ( Duet #1 )

18. Krish proposed to Prisha

Prisha pov

Just as I was about to answer Krish's call, a loud crash made me spin around, and my heart skipped a beat. Mr. Agniwanshi lay on the ground, his hand gushing blood, and my eyes widened in horror. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut, my breath caught in my throat. I rushed towards him, my mind racing with panic.

"Your hand is bleeding!" I exclaimed, trying to keep my voice steady. But to my shock, he didn't flinch, didn't even wince. His eyes, once bright and mischievous, had turned a fiery red, burning with an otherworldly intensity. His body had stiffened, his muscles tensed, and his face twisted into a snarl. The transformation was chilling - just moments ago, he'd looked like a charming, innocent child, but now he resembled a malevolent entity, a devil incarnate. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I gazed into his eyes, frozen in a mix of fear and fascination.

I mustered up the courage to speak, my voice trembling slightly.

"Your hand is hurt, blood is oozing out of it," I said, trying to keep my tone gentle. But he didn't move, didn't even acknowledge my words. He seemed lost in a deep, dark thought, his body stiffening, his muscles tensing. I felt a wave of nervousness wash over me as I watched him, my heart racing with anticipation. Then, without warning, he sprang to life, his movements swift and menacing. He pinned me to the wall, his grip like a vice, and I felt a jolt of fear.

"Mr. Agniwanshi..." I breathed out, my voice barely audible.

"Call me Rudra," he growled, his tone low and dangerous, sending shivers down my spine. I opened my eyes slowly, blinking away the fear, and met his gaze. His eyes burned with an intense, almost feral, energy.

"You're not going to meet him," he said, his words cryptic and ominous. I looked at him, confusion etched on my face, wondering who he was talking about and what he meant by those words. But his expression remained unreadable, his jaw clenched, his eyes blazing with a fierce determination...

"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, trembling with fear. Rudra's intensity was terrifying me now, his eyes blazing with a fierce possessiveness.

"You're not going to meet him," he repeated, his voice low and menacing, as he snatched the phone from my hand. He raised my arms above my head, holding my wrists in a tight grip with one hand, his fingers digging into my skin. I winced, knowing his fingerprints would be imprinted on my wrists. His angry gaze was fixed on the phone screen, which was ringing repeatedly, Krish's name flashing on the display. Suddenly, his words clicked into place, and I understood the depth of his possessiveness. He was warning me away from Krish, his eyes burning with a fierce warning. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized the extent of his  control, his dominance over me.

I struggled to free myself, but his  grip was unyielding. His eyes remained fixed on the phone screen, his jaw clenched in anger. The ringing stopped, and Krish's name disappeared, but his  intensity didn't waver. He turned his gaze on me, his eyes burning with a fierce inner fire.

"You're mine," he growled, his voice low and possessive. "You won't be meeting anyone else, especially not him."

I felt a surge of fear mixed with anger. Who was he to dictate who I could and couldn't meet? I tried to speak, but my voice caught in my throat.

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I seethed with anger, my voice rising. "Who are you to decide whether I meet someone or not? How dare you order me around like I'm some kind of servant? Who are you to give me orders, anyway?" I demanded, my words dripping with indignation.

But as I spoke, I felt a strange, warm sensation trickling down my hairline. I struggled to free my hand from Rudransh's grip, and he finally released me. I reached up to touch my hairline, and my fingers came away sticky with blood. My eyes widened in shock as I saw the crimson stain on my fingertips. Then, my gaze fell on Rudransh's hand, still bleeding profusely from the cut. I realized, with a jolt, that his blood must have dripped onto my hairline. My mind reeled as I stared at the blood, my anger momentarily forgotten in the face of this new, disturbing revelation...