𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒: 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

5. SCARED

VYOM RAJPUT'S POV

I pound the pavement, my feet echoing off the alley walls. My heart races, threatening to burst from my chest.

Vikram's face haunts me - his eyes, once warm and familiar, now cold and calculating. The gun glints in the dim light, and the victim's cry still resonates in my mind, silenced forever.

I dart between trash cans and crumbling brick walls, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Fear claws at my throat, suffocating me.

What if Vikram finds me? What if he kills me too?

The thought propels me forward, and I push through the panic.

I must escape.

Before Vikram finds me again.

My phone weighs heavy in my pocket, tempting me to call Rohan.

But what if Vikram.

No.

I can't risk it.

Not yet.

I burst out of the alley, onto the main street.

Crowds swirl around me, faces blurring.

I melt into the chaos, losing myself.

But the fear lingers.

Vikram's eyes watch me.

From every corner.

Every shadow.

I quicken my pace, weaving through pedestrians.

Can't shake the feeling.

I'm being hunted.

And Vikram is the predator.

My heart pounds in my chest.

I dare not look back.

For fear of what I might see.

I spot Rohan across the street, his familiar figure a beacon of safety.

I rush toward him, my legs trembling.

"Rohan!" I call out, my voice laced with panic.

Rohan's expression changes from calm to concern as he takes in my frantic state.

"Vyom, what's wrong?" he asks, grasping my arm.

I hesitate, unsure how much to reveal.

"Nothing," I lie, shaking my head.

Rohan's eyes narrow.

"Vyom?" he presses.

I force a weak smile.

"Just need to get out of here."

Rohan studies me, then nods.

"Hmm, Okay."

He leads me to his sleek black sedan.

We drive in silence, the city blurring outside.

Rohan's penthouse looms ahead, its sleek glass and steel façade a sanctuary.

We step inside, the soft hum of the air conditioner enveloping us.

Rohan guides me to the living room.

"Sit," he says.

I collapse onto the couch.

Rohan hands me a glass of water.

"Drink."

I obey.

Rohan sits beside me.

"You're shaking," he observes.