𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏
"Welcome to Hell miss... No Mrs. Siya Digvijay Singh Rathor."
"Ye tumhara naam hai ya highway jo chlat hi ja raha hai."
They both are looking at each other with intersty in their eyes which can burn the world. They ha...
As the elevator doors slid open, I stepped into the dimly lit hallway of my penthouse. Something felt off. My instincts kicked in as I noticed the silence-it was too quiet. I could hear the faint hum of the city from the windows, the subtle creaks of the place settling around me. But tonight, nothing. Just stillness.
Where is my siya? Is she safe? My heart is pounding very fast.
The moment I crossed the threshold, the darkness seemed to swallow me whole. My senses sharpened.
The air was thick, and I could feel a presence. Without thinking, I reached into my jacket, pulling out my gun. My hand moved with precision as I aimed toward the shadow moving toward me.
"Who's there?" My voice came out low and commanding.
I could hear soft footsteps, and the shadow grew closer. I steadied my aim, my heart pounding in my chest. Just as I was about to step forward, the figure emerged from the shadows. My breath caught in my throat, and I lowered the gun instantly.
"Lagta hai janab ka hume Marne ka irada hai" I heard a voice which calmed me.
( Looks like sir intends to kill me )
"Siya?" I whispered, shocked.
She stood there, illuminated only by the faint moonlight streaming through the windows. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she wore a red saree that clung to her curves in a way that took my breath away.
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( Siya saree)
The fabric shimmered as she moved closer, the rich crimson hue contrasting against her smooth, glowing skin. Her face was radiant, framed by delicate makeup that highlighted her deep eyes, her full lips painted a soft red.
She was looking like a goddess. My godness. She has a Bangle in her hands. Her hairline was filled with sindoor which boosted my ego. She has a shy smile on her lips. Her neck has a mangalsutra which indicates that the lady standing before me is mine. But something is missing. I know what it is.
I had seen her beautiful many times, but tonight-tonight she was something else entirely.
"Katla karne Wale hathiyaron se nahin Dara karte," I muttered, slipping the gun back into its holster, but my pulse was still racing, for an entirely different reason now.
