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Disha was wrapping up her work in the office, well past her usual hours.

The office was eerily quiet, the hum of computers gone, and the soft glow of her screen the only light in the dim room.

She switched off her computer and collected her things, feeling the weight of the long day in her shoulders.

With a sigh, she left her cubicle and headed towards the elevator.

As the elevator doors opened, her heart sank.

Standing there was Raman, his smirk sending a chill down her spine.

She stiffened, trying to maintain her composure, but fear clung to her.

His presence was suffocating, his eyes gleaming with that same sinister look.

The elevator ride felt like an eternity.

Disha's mind raced, her pulse quickening.

She had to stay calm, but something about his gaze told her he was planning something worse this time.

When the doors finally slid open on the ground floor, she wasted no time.

She dashed out of the elevator, hoping to put as much distance between them as possible.

But then she heard it-his footsteps behind her.

Raman was chasing her.

Panic surged through her veins.

Her heart pounded as she reached the roadside, frantically waving her hand to stop an auto, but none seemed to notice her.

And then, she felt it-a cold grip around her wrist.

She whipped around and saw Raman, his smirk wider, his eyes gleaming with malice.

"Leave me, you shit face!" she spat, trying to yank her wrist from his hold.

But Raman only chuckled darkly. "Naahhh... itni aasani se nahi. Aaj toh tumse badla liye bina chodne wala nahi hoon."

Disha's chest tightened in fear. "Let go of me, Raman, or I'll scream!"

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her cheek. "Scream all you want. No one will hear you."

Her heart dropped as she realized how deserted the street was.

Panic rose, but anger quickly followed.

She wasn't going to let this scumbag win.

As his grip tightened, he creepily ran his hand towards her waist, and tears welled up in her eyes.

But she wasn't backing down-not today.

With all her strength, she kicked him hard in the leg.

Raman let out a pained grunt, loosening his hold on her wrist.

Without wasting a second, Disha broke free and ran.

Her heart was pounding, her breath ragged as she sprinted down the empty street, her mind racing with terror.

Behind her, she heard Raman recovering from the shock, and soon enough, he was chasing her again.

She ran faster, but her legs were tiring, her steps faltering.

Just as her strength began to wane, she saw a car approaching fast down the road.

Manish had just finished on set, and as he drove home, he noticed the eerily empty streets.