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AYESHA

His voice sent a chill down my spine.

"A-you...."

Before I could finish, he leaned in. His warm breath was against my skin and he pressed a finger to my lips, "Shhh!"

His face was inches from mine, close enough for me to catch the sharp scent of alcohol. My stomach churned, and I instinctively covered my mouth. "Y-you're drunk?"

He didn't answer.

Instead, his fingers traced over my lips with a deliberate slowness. His eyes was locked on mine. There was an intensity in his gaze, a silent storm that both captivated and terrified me.
I began to feel uneasy and tried to move away, but he wouldn't allow it.
He grabbed me by the waist and lifted me up.

I was stunned by his action. He set me down on a tall table in the room, stepped back, and said, "You're a beautiful disaster, Darling."

He started walking towards me again, and I shrank back, watching his behavior with increasing fear.

"Are you mad at me?" I finally managed to ask, forcing myself to meet his gaze.

But his gaze wasn't on my face; it was on my body, stripping me of any sense of safety.

"No," he simply replied and placed his hand on my shoulder, the touch felt like an icy blast, chilling me to the core.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from his face, searching for any hint of empathy.
I had come to the chilling realization that he was fully aware of everything happened today between me and Ranjeet.

"Forget what happened today, please." I pleaded.

"Hmm! I will." he said, still not meeting my eyes.

And then, suddenly he grabbed the wrist that Ranjeet had twisted earlier. His grip sent a jolt of pain through me.

Holding my wrist, he looked at the lingering marks of fingers and said, "But he shouldn't have done this. Not at all."

His voice carried a dangerous edge.
He seemed almost deranged and his actions was erratic and unpredictable.

I swallowed hard, fear gripping me. "I, I...."

"No more words, Darling." he said, placing his hand on my lips to silence me. His touch felt a Lil suffocating.

Then, giving my body a once-over, he said, "This saree... it looks beautiful on you."

His tone was unsettling, the compliment feeling more like a threat.

While he complimented my saree, he suddenly yanked off the pallu and said, "But I don't like it."

The abruptness of his actions left me stunned, unsure of what would happen next.
With a fierce determination, he pressed his scorching lips against my shoulder, marking me with his seething disdain for anything that bore another's touch.

My heart pounded wildly, each beat echoing the intensity of his words.

"Are you angry?" I dared to ask, my voice trembling, fearing his response.