ENIGMA

DOMINION

As Advik re-entered the room, the door closing behind him with a final, ominous thud, Ruhani’s fear intensified. She knew there was no escape, no way to predict what he might do next. The room felt smaller, the walls closing in as Advik approached her, his footsteps slow and deliberate.

His eyes locked onto hers, and the silence between them was thick with tension. Advik’s presence was overwhelming, his authority absolute. He stopped just inches away from her.

Without a word, Advik reached into his
jacket and pulled out a sleek tablet. He
tossed it onto the table in front of Ruhani
with a cold, dismissive flick of his wrist.
The screen lit up, displaying the footage
of her earlier that night-sneaking out of
the house, running to Ronit's car,
embracing him, and finally, getting into
he car with him. The images played in a
silent loop, each frame a damning piece
of evidence against her.

Ruhani's breath caught in her throat as
she watched the video. The reality of her
actions, caught on camera, felt like a
knife twisting in her gut. She had been
so desperate for closure, so naive, and
now it had all led to this-trapped in a
room with a man who had clearly crossed
line, a man who was no longer the calm
and composed Advik she thought she
knew.

Advik's eyes never left her, his
expression darkening as he watched the
fear spread across her face. Slowly, he
raised his gun, the cold metal glinting in
the dim light. He pointed it directly at
her, his eyes narrowing as he aimed at
her legs. His movements were
methodical, almost clinical, as if he were
weighing his options, deciding where to
inflict the most damage.

"Do you see what happens when you defy
me?" Advik's voice was low, a
dangerous growl that sent a shiver down
ner spine. "This is what your foolishness
has led to."

Ruhani's heart stopped as she stared
down the barrel of the gun, her mind a
whirl of terror and disbelief. She couldn't
believe this was happening--couldn't
believe that the man she was supposed
to marry was now threatening her life.
She was frozen, every muscle in her body
locked in place, her breath coming in
short, panicked gasps. The world seemed
to close in around her, the edges of her
vision blurring as fear took hold.

Advik's grip on the gun tightened, his
eyes cold and unyielding as he
considered his next move. "I should shoot
you right here and now," he said, his
voice devoid of any emotion, as if he
were discussing the weather rather than
contemplating an act of violence.

He took a step closer, the barrel of the
gun still trained on her. "Where should I
shoot, Ruhani?" he asked, his tone
mocking, cruel. "In your hands? Or
maybe your knees? One of your limbs
need to be amputated, don't you think?
That way, you'll stop playing with your
life and finally learn to be safe, to obey."

Ruhani's eyes filled with tears as his
words sank in. She couldn't comprehend
the cold ruthlessness in his voice, the
absolute certainty that he was in control
of her fate. Her lips trembled as she
opened her mouth to speak, to plead for
mercy, but no words came out. The reality of the situation was too overwhelming, too horrifying.

Advik leaned in, his voice a whisper now, yet more terrifying than ever. "Choose carefully," he hissed, his breath hot against her ear. "Which limb do you want to sacrifice? Because if you don’t decide, I will. And trust me, I won’t be as merciful as you might hope."

Advik continued to watch her, his
expression unwavering. The gun
remained steady in his hand, a constant
reminder of the danger she was in. He
tilted his head slightly, as if considering
her for a moment.

The gunshot rang out like thunder, and Ruhani screamed, her voice raw with fear. The sound was deafening, echoing through the room, and her body tensed in anticipation of pain. Her heart raced, her pulse pounding in her ears as her mind reeled, convinced that the bullet had struck her.