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Tum chhupa na sakogi main woh raaz hoon Tum bhoola na sakogi woh andaaz hoon ---------------------------------------------------------- Happy reading 💗🌷 Target - 200 votes , 50 comments
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The cold metal of the gun pressed against my forehead, sending a shiver down my spine. My palms were sweating, and my heart pounded so hard I thought it might burst through my chest. My breath came in short, panicked gasps as I stared into his eyes-icy blue oceans that held a kind of emotion I couldn't decipher. Pity? Sympathy? Neither of which I wanted from him.
"Open your eyes, Mahira," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. I blinked, tears streaming down my cheeks, blurring the vision of the man who held my life in his hands. His fingers were an inch away from the trigger, and I knew with one squeeze, my nightmare would be over.
"I'm taking her with me forever," he declared, his tone leaving no room for argument. He grabbed my wrist, and I struggled against his grip, panic rising in my throat. "Where are you taking me, sir?" I cried out, but he didn't answer. Instead, he dragged me out of the mansion, my feet stumbling over the ground. I jerked my hand free, only to stumble and fall, scraping my knees on the hard floor.
He didn't care. He just kept pulling me, his face set in stone. His brows were cocked, and his lips were dry, cracked from the tension in the air. He rubbed his temples with his fingers, as if trying to ease the headache that had surely taken hold. Before I could even think of another protest, he lifted me off the ground, bridal style, his arms firm around my body. I was flying, my dupatta fluttering behind me like a flag of surrender.
"Stop struggling, Mahira," he roared, his voice echoing in my ears. I kicked and squirmed, but his grip was ironclad. He shoved me into the backseat of a luxury car, and before I could move, the door slammed shut, locking me inside. I tried to open it, but it was no use. The car started moving, and my heart raced faster than the speedometer.
