"Yuvraj, please," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Don't do this."
"Get up," he ordered, his voice as cold as ice.
Tears streamed down my face. "Please, I'll do anything. Just don't make me-"
"Step on the glass," he interrupted, his eyes burning wit...
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The call from Rajesh came through just after 9 PM. I answered immediately, my heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and anger.
"We've located her," Rajesh reported, his voice calm and efficient. "She's on a bus heading towards Kolkata. It seems she's planning to go to her mother's house."
"Good," I replied, a cold smile spreading across my face. "Keep tracking her. I'll handle it from here."
The evening was starting to cool as I drove through the bustling streets of Kolkata, my mind racing with the thought of finding Aisha. I had received word that she was on a bus bound for her mother's house, and I couldn't let her slip through my fingers. The thought of her attempting to escape ignited a fierce determination within me. I had to remind her of her place, to make her understand that there was no escape from me.
When I arrived at the bus terminal, I quickly scanned the crowd. The terminal was crowded, with people bustling about, but I was focused. I spotted her quickly-her small frame standing out amidst the crowd. She was sitting alone, her eyes fixed out the window, lost in thought. I approached her with a purposeful stride.
"Aisha," I called out as I slid into the seat next to her.
Her head whipped around, eyes wide with shock. "Yuvraj! What are you doing here?"
"I came to bring you back," I said, my tone cold and uncompromising. "You didn't really think you could escape me, did you?"
Her eyes flashed with a mix of fear and defiance. "I won't go back with you," she said, her voice trembling.
I reached out and took her arm, my grip firm. "You're coming back with me. And tonight, you're going to pay for your little attempt at running away."
She tried to pull away, but I held her firmly. "Let me go!" she demanded.
The bus was about to leave, and I had to act fast. I signaled to the driver and arranged for the bus to be stopped. I led Aisha off the bus and into a waiting car, her resistance futile against my strength. The drive back to my house was tense, with Aisha silent and brooding, staring out of the window.
When we arrived back at my home, I took her inside. "You're going to have dinner with me," I said, guiding her into the dining room. "And then we'll have a little talk about your behavior."
Dinner was a quiet affair. I had arranged a simple meal, but Aisha hardly touched her food. I tried to keep the conversation light to ease the tension.
"So, how was the journey?" I asked, trying to sound casual.
"It was long," she replied curtly.
"I'm sure it was," I said. "But let's not dwell on that. From Monday onward, you'll be working at my office. You'll be handling administrative tasks, managing schedules, and coordinating meetings. It's important work, and I expect you to do it well."
