Samyuktika's eyes blazed with anger as she read the note. "Don't think you can escape me that easily." -E.
"Akdu, khadoos!" she cursed, crumpling the paper in her fist.
With a fierce cry, she tore the note into shreds, the fragments scattering across the floor.
"Kya use yeh lagta hai ki wo mere par kabza jamaa sakta hai." she fumed. ("Does he think he has control over me?")
Samyuktika's breath came in ragged gasps, her heart pounding with indignation.
"Main usse nahin darne wali," she vowed, her voice trembling. ("I won't fear him.")
She flung the teacup aside, the delicate porcelain shattering on the floor.
The sound echoed through the room, a testament to her fury.
"Ekansh!" she spat, as if the name itself was venom.
Samyuktika's anger consumed her, a wildfire raging out of control.
Samyuktika's fury raged on, her thoughts racing with images of Ekansh's impassive face.
"Woh mere saath Aisa salook kaise kar sakta hai?" she seethed. ("How dare he treat me like this?")
She paced the room, her footsteps echoing off the walls.
"Main usse dikhaoongi," she vowed, determination etched on her face. ("I'll show him.")
Suddenly, the door creaked open. The maid entered, concern etched on her face.
"Ma'am, kya aap theek hain?" ("Are you okay, ma'am?")
Samyuktika's anger faltered, replaced by a deep sadness.
"Haan, main theek hoon," she replied softly, her voice cracking. ("Yes, I'm fine.")
The maid hesitated, sensing the tension.
"Kya main kuch kar sakta hoon, ma'am?" ("Can I do something for you, ma'am?")
Samyuktika shook her head.
"Nahin, thank you," she whispered.
As the maid left, Samyuktika's gaze fell on the shattered teacup.
"Aaj se main usse nahin darne wali," she reaffirmed, her voice firmer. ("From today, I won't fear him.")
But as she looked around the opulent room, a nagging doubt crept in.
Was she truly free to defy Ekansh?
Ekansh sat behind his desk, his office shrouded in darkness. The city skyline outside seemed to mock him, its brightness a stark contrast to his inner turmoil.
"I know she must be thinking of escaping from here," he thought, his mind consumed by Samyuktika. "That's why I sent the note."
He poured himself another glass of whiskey, the amber liquid glowing in the dim light. The third bottle was almost empty, yet he couldn't shake off the numbness.
How did he end up in her room last night? The memories were hazy, but the guilt was palpable.
He recalled the way Samyuktika's eyes flashed with fear, the way she pushed him away.
Ekansh's grip on the glass tightened. He had tried to force himself on her.
The shame burned within him, but his ego refused to let him acknowledge it.
"Sorry?" he muttered to himself, the word tasting bitter. "No, I won't apologize."
Ekansh downed the remaining whiskey, feeling the burn course through his veins.
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His dark obsession
Lãng mạnBook 1 of 'Obsessed Love' series Meet Ekansh Rai, India's most feared mafia king and number one businessman. His heart is forged in steel, fueled by hatred for his father, Mahindra Rai. Mahindra's infidelity destroyed Ekansh's family, driving his m...
