"The Passion of Veer Singh"

Chapter 27: Shattered Glass

Aisha's hands clenched into fists in her lap, her knuckles white with the effort to hold herself together. "I never wanted to destroy you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just wanted to be free."

"Free?" Veer spat the word like a curse. "You think you can just walk away from me? You think I'll let you go that easily?"

His hands moved from her shoulders to her neck, his fingers wrapping around her throat with a cold, deliberate pressure. Aisha gasped, her eyes widening in fear as she felt his grip tighten, her breath becoming shallow and labored.

"You think you can escape me?" Veer hissed, his voice dripping with venom. "You think you can betray me and walk away unscathed? I'll make sure you regret ever crossing me, Aisha. I'll make sure you understand what it means to defy me."

Aisha's vision began to blur, her head swimming as the lack of oxygen took its toll. She struggled to breathe, her hands flying to his wrists in a desperate attempt to loosen his grip, but he was unyielding, his fingers like steel around her throat.

Just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, Veer suddenly released her, stepping back as she gasped for air, her chest heaving as she sucked in desperate breaths. She looked up at him, her vision still hazy, but the hatred in his eyes was clear as day.

"This is just the beginning, Aisha," Veer said, his voice cold and devoid of emotion. "You wanted freedom? You wanted to escape? Then you'll have to earn it. And I promise you, it won't be easy."

He turned away from her, his mind already racing with plans, with ways to make her pay for what she had done. There would be no mercy, no leniency. She would suffer for her betrayal, and he would savor every moment of it.

As Veer walked out of the room, leaving Aisha trembling and broken in the chair, he felt a twisted sense of satisfaction settle over him. This was the price of betrayal. And he was more than willing to make her pay it.

But beneath the satisfaction, beneath the anger and the hatred, there was something else—a deep, gnawing emptiness that threatened to consume him. He had lost something that day, something he hadn't even realized he valued until it was gone.

And that loss only fueled his resolve to make Aisha suffer, to make her feel the same pain, the same despair that now coursed through his veins. He would break her, piece by piece, until there was nothing left of the woman who had once captivated him.

Veer paced the length of his study, the dim light casting long shadows that danced across the walls. His mind was a whirlwind of rage, betrayal, and something far darker—an obsession that had taken root deep within him, twisting every thought, every action. He couldn't stop thinking about Aisha, the woman who had dared to defy him, to try and escape his grasp.

The glass in his hand shattered as his grip tightened, the shards cutting into his palm, but he barely felt the pain. Blood dripped onto the floor, staining the carpet, but he didn't care. His focus was solely on Aisha and the need to make her understand just how deeply she had wronged him.

She had dared to challenge him, to defy the very foundation of his power. And for that, she would pay. But there was something else that gnawed at him, something he couldn't quite name. A feeling that he had lost control, not just of her, but of himself.

Veer glanced at the blood on his hand, watching it pool in his palm. The sight should have disturbed him, but instead, it only fed the darkness within him. He had always been in control, always the one pulling the strings. But Aisha had changed that. She had made him feel something he didn't want to feel—something that terrified him.