Bound by Desire 18+

10.Destroy her?

As Shivya sped through the city streets, the tension in the car was palpable. The darkness of the night outside mirrored the turmoil inside me. My mind was racing, the pieces of what Piyal had just revealed clicking together, but there was still so much uncertainty. Shivya's jaw was clenched, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, and the muscle in his temple ticked with barely-contained fury.

I could feel the storm brewing inside him, and it was both terrifying and intoxicating.

"Shivya..." I whispered, my voice barely audible above the hum of the engine. I reached out, placing my hand gently on his arm. His body tensed under my touch, but he didn't pull away. "We'll figure this out. Together."

He exhaled slowly, his eyes never leaving the road. "I should have known something was wrong," he muttered, more to himself than to me. "I should've been paying more attention."

His words stung, but I understood the weight he was carrying. Shivya always felt the need to control everything, to protect me, to handle every threat before it reached me. The thought of someone trying to hurt me—especially behind his back—was eating him alive.

"It's not your fault," I said softly, leaning closer, trying to soothe the tension between us. "None of us saw this coming."

His hand slipped from the steering wheel for a brief moment to cup my thigh, his grip possessive and firm. "I'll make sure no one touches you, Vedanti. I'll burn the whole world down if I have to."

His words sent a chill down my spine, and despite the fear of what was waiting for us at the NGO, my pulse quickened at the sheer intensity in his voice. Shivya was dangerous—fiercely protective, and his darkness had always drawn me to him. There was a seductive, almost primal edge to him now, something that made my body respond in ways I couldn't control.

But beneath it all, I knew his fear for me was real. And that vulnerability... it made me fall even deeper for him.

As we approached the NGO, Shivya slowed the car and parked at the entrance. The building was eerily quiet, the shadows from the streetlights casting long, ominous shapes against the walls. My heart pounded in my chest as I unbuckled my seatbelt, the unease settling deep in my stomach.

"I don't like this," Shivya muttered, his eyes scanning the surroundings like a predator hunting prey. "Stay close to me."

I nodded, my throat dry. The air was thick with tension, and every step we took felt like we were walking into a trap. The wind whipped through the night, carrying the scent of something... dangerous, like the calm before a storm.

As we reached the entrance to the mental health wing, Shivya's hand gripped my wrist firmly, his body practically vibrating with tension. "Stay behind me," he ordered, his voice low and authoritative.

I swallowed hard, my heart hammering in my chest. "Shivya, what if—"

Before I could finish, the door creaked open, and a figure stepped out from the shadows.

It was Piyal's father.

"Well, well, well," he said, his voice dripping with malice. His eyes glinted with something predatory as they roved over me, making my skin crawl. "I've been waiting for you, Mrs. Rathod."

Shivya's body tensed beside me, his grip on my wrist tightening protectively. He stepped forward, his entire being radiating menace. "You made a mistake coming after her," Shivya growled, his voice dark and threatening. "If you think for a second you'll get away with this—"

Piyal's father raised a hand, cutting Shivya off with a cruel smile. "Oh, but I already have. You see, you may be powerful, Shivya, but even kings can fall." His gaze flickered to me, and my stomach twisted in revulsion. "And she's the key to making sure you do."