His dark obsession

11. His prisoner

"I am not your property," Samyuktika declared, her voice steady and firm.

Ekansh's smile faltered, his eyes flashing with annoyance.

"Ah, but you are," he countered, his tone dripping with condescension. "You signed a contract, Samyuktika. You belong to me now."

Samyuktika's eyes blazed. "That contract is illegal. It's based on coercion and manipulation."

Ekansh shrugged. "Legality is a flexible concept when you have power. And I have enough to keep you bound to me."

Samyuktika's face paled, but her resolve didn't waver. "I won't accept this. I won't be your prisoner."

Ekansh's expression turned cold. "You have no choice. The contract is clear: you're mine for the next five years. Try to escape, and you'll face the consequences."

Samyuktika's heart sank, but she refused to back down. "I'll find a way out. I'll expose you for who you are."

Ekansh chuckled, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "You're welcome to try. But until then, you'll obey me. And if you don't..."

He paused, his eyes glinting with menace.

"Let's just say I have measures in place to ensure your cooperation."

Samyuktika's blood ran cold. What did Ekansh have planned for her?

"You'll learn to obey," Ekansh continued, his voice dripping with malice. "And if you don't, there are consequences. Consequences that will make you wish you had never crossed me."

Samyuktika's eyes flashed with defiance, but Ekansh saw the faintest glimmer of fear in them.

"Don't think you can escape," he warned. "My security is impenetrable. You're trapped here, with me."

Samyuktika's jaw clenched. "I'll never give up."

Ekansh's smile grew wider. "We'll see about that."

He turned to leave, but paused at the door.

"By the way, Samyuktika. You have a new schedule to follow. My assistant will provide the details."

Samyuktika's eyes narrowed. "What schedule?"

Ekansh's gaze lingered on her before he exited.

"You'll find out soon enough."

The door closed behind him, leaving Samyuktika feeling trapped and vulnerable.

What schedule was Ekansh talking about?

And what did he have planned for her?

Samyuktika's mind raced with questions as she paced the room.

Suddenly, the door opened again.

Ekansh's assistant entered, a bland smile on his face.

"Miss Samyuktika, here is your new schedule."

He handed her a folder.

Samyuktika opened it, scanning the contents.

Her eyes widened in horror.

What does the schedule say?

The schedule outlined a rigid routine, dictating every aspect of Samyuktika's life:

6:00 AM - Wake up, morning exercise
7:00 AM - Breakfast
8:00 AM - Study session (Ekansh's chosen curriculum)
12:00 PM - Lunch
1:00 PM - "Personal development" sessions (with Ekansh)
4:00 PM - Tea
5:00 PM - Dinner
6:00 PM - Evening entertainment ( Ekansh's choice)
9:00 PM - Bedtime