The mysterious stranger~

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Zoya slowly regained consciousness,  finding herself in a vast cold room woth black walls . Panic surged through her veins as she tried to sit up. But a firm had pressed down on her shoulder,  forcing her back onto the bed . Zoya's eyes widened on terror as she gazed up at the figure beside her. "Rest " , he said in a deep , raspy voice. His words dripping with an unsettling calmness.  But zoya's mind flashed back to the previous night, she remembered the terrifying moment when the two thugs had accosted her,  she recalled how one of them grabbed her or pressed a cold knife against her neck , suddenly she remembered how she had bumped into this person who's infront of her now. Her friend's words echoed on her mind. " no no no please leave me!" Zoya exclaimed,  her voice trembling with fear. As soon as he saw the panic etched on zoya's face.

He spoke in a soothing tone ," relax , I'm not gonna hurt you , you're safe now". His words had a calming effect, and zoya's panic subsided slightly.  She remembered how he had helped her the previous night , a glimmer of trust sparked within her. He let her sit and offered her a glass of water , zoya hesitantly accepted it ,  taking a small sip , zoya handed the glass back to him , he took or placing it on the table "How are you feeling now?" He asked his voice gentle with concern,  zoya nodded and said ,"I'm good and thank you so much for helping me". But before she could look away. He suddenly raised his hand , place it on her head , his palm warm against her skin . Zoya's gaze shot up , their eyes locked the air between them charged with a sudden intensity. Zoya found herself captivated by his chiseled features those soft eyes , a perfectly straight nose and lips that seemed sculpted by perfection. His hair , a paradoxical blend of length and brevity,  framed his with effortless charm . As their gaze met , zoya felt herself getting lost in the depths of his eyes.... But the spell was broken by a knock at the door . They broke eye contact,  and he cleared his thoart , his voice cold and deep as he said , "come in".

The maid entered,  announcing, "sir , dinner is ready". He nodded.  Signaling her to leave the room before leaving the room maid look at zoya. "Dinner?" Zoya's soft voice cut through the silence,  her curiosity piqued.  He turned to her , his expression gentle,  and explained, " you was fainted,  and when i brought you here , you had a high fever . The doctor advised you to rest as much as possible that's why i didn't wake you but now, your fever has gone," she nodded.

As they sat down to eat dinner, Zoya mentioned that she needed to head home after the meal. "Thank you so much," she said softly, her gratitude genuine. He nodded, his expression warm, and replied, "it's my pleasure . By the way, I'm Arham." Zoya smiled, feeling a sense of ease with him. "I'm Zoya," she replied. After they finished dinnerZoya reached for her phone, only to find it was  switched off. As she turned it on, she noticed Arham leaning against the doorframe, his eyes fixed intently on her. "You're so beautiful," he said in a flirtatious, raspy voice, his gaze making her skin prickle with awareness. Zoya's cheeks flushed as she looked down, trying to hide her embarrassment. "Thanks," she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Let's go home," she added, eager to escape the charged atmosphere.
But Arham's expression suddenly changed, his eyes glinting with a cold intensity. "Which home...babe?" he asked, his voice dripping with a hint of malice, his tone no longer soft and gentle.
Zoya suddenly felt a sense of unease, but she tried to brush it off. "My home," she said with a small smile, attempting to sound casual. However, Arham's expression remained serious, his eyes roving over her figure with an intensity that made her skin crawl. He took a step closer to her, his voice low and commanding. "This is your home from now on," he declared, his gaze making her feel trapped.

Zoya shifted uncomfortably, trying to escape his piercing stare. "What?" she asked, her voice laced with confusion and growing unease. Arham's face was inches from hers now, his hand reaching out to touch her. But before he could make contact, Zoya pushed him away, trying to create some distance between them. "What are you doing?" she demanded, her heart racing with alarm.

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