Book 1 of Sinful Series
Aayan Kapoor- 28.Ceo of Kapoor Industries.
''He knew loving her was a sin but he himself was a devil"
Used to be sunshine boy but something drastic happened which made him ruthless and arrogant.He not only rules the business...
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I opened my eyes, and all I saw was darkness. My head pounded, and every inch of my body ached as if I had been crushed under a thousand weights. My mind raced, trying to piece together the last thing I remembered—the truck, the brakes failing, the horrifying impact.
Where am I? I screamed into the void, but my voice was swallowed by the oppressive darkness. There was no sound, only a horrible, nauseating smell that filled the air. Why is it so dark? I felt bandages wrapped around my hands, a sign I'd been taken to a hospital. But this didn't feel like a hospital. My hands... they were tied, tightly bound. A wave of panic surged through me. Did someone kidnap me?
I tried to move, wincing at the sharp pain that erupted in my body. My heart raced as my hand instinctively went to my belly. My baby... did I lose my baby? Tears streamed down my face as the memory of the crash came flooding back. The impact, the pain. My mind screamed with the possibility that I had failed—not just as a wife, but as a mother.
No... this can't be happening.
"Let me go!" I screamed, my voice desperate as I struggled against the ropes, every movement sending fresh waves of pain through me. My throat was raw with fear and rage when I suddenly heard it—a laugh, cold and cruel, echoing around me.
The lights flickered on, dim and harsh, and my eyes took a moment to adjust. I glanced down at myself, my hands covered in bandages, one arm in a plaster cast. Bruises littered my legs, a testament to the crash. And then I saw him—his shadow looming in the corner, stepping forward with slow, deliberate steps, laughing like a madman.
Who is it? I demanded, my voice trembling despite my best effort to stay calm. Inside, I was terrified, but I refused to show him my fear.
"Kiana, my lovely daughter," came the familiar voice, dripping with malice. My heart sank as the figure stepped closer, revealing his face. Ajay Kapoor. The man I once called father, now a monster before me.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked, my voice shaking as he crouched near me, his filthy breath making me recoil.
"I fucking hate you and your husband," he spat, his voice filled with venom. Confusion twisted inside me. Why did he hate Ayaan so much? What had we ever done to him?
Before I could respond, his hand shot out, fisting my hair and yanking hard. I let out a scream of pain, but I forced myself to meet his eyes, fierce and unyielding. I couldn't let him see my fear.
"I called him yesterday," Ajay growled, his voice dripping with disdain. "But that bastard ran straight to you when you were dying." His words filled me with a mix of disgust and relief. Ayaan had come for me, to the hospital. Maybe... maybe he didn't hate me after all.
"And now," Ajay sneered, "I'm going to kill you first, and then your dear husband." His words sent a chill down my spine, but I refused to break.
"Untie my hands, and we'll see who kills who," I snarled, glaring up at him. His face twisted in fury, and he yanked my hair harder, pulling a yelp from me.
