A prince, a sociopath, and a girl caught between their dangerous obsessions-who will she choose?
𝒘𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒘𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒃𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒄...
Sorry sorry I know I am late, I have a lot of work piled up so could not get the time to edit it...
But here it is so without wasting your time, start the chapter -
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Mishika jumped in fright, grabbing Anshumaan's arm again as they both looked around, startled. Emerging from the trees, a man in a black hat stood tall, holding a gun aimed directly at them. His voice was gruff as he called out. "What are you both doing here?"
Mishika froze, her breath catching in her throat as the man in front of them levelled a gun at her and Anshumaan. The metallic gleam of the weapon sent a chill down her spine, and her heart pounding in her ears.
Anshumaan's body immediately shifted in front of her, instinctively shielding her from the man's aim. His face hardened, eyes narrowing into cold slits. "Put the gun down" - he ordered, his voice deadly calm, but laced with enough authority to make anyone think twice.
The man, dressed in dark clothes with a mask covering most of his face, didn't budge. His grip on the gun tightened, his finger hovering dangerously near the trigger. "You're coming with me" - he growled, his voice rough and menacing. "Both of you. No questions."
Anshumaan was in no mood to follow his orders. His eyes narrowed, assessing the situation with swift precision. He subtly moved, positioning himself fully in front of Mishika, shielding her. His body tensed, prepared for any sudden move from the man.
He leaned slightly toward Mishika, his voice a low whisper. "When I signal, run to the left."
Mishika's eyes widened in disbelief. "How can I do that?" she protested softly. Her self-respect refused to let her leave him in danger, no matter the odds.
"For God's sake, Mishika, just this once... trust me" - he said, his tone more protective than she had ever heard before.
It wasn't his order that silenced her, but the fact that he had called her name for the first time-and with such authority. Her heart skipped a beat, and before she could process the moment fully, she found herself nodding.
Anshumaan's eyes flickered toward the man, calculating his next move. In a swift, deliberate motion, he stepped toward the man, feigning submission just long enough to throw him off. The man's finger twitched on the trigger, but Anshumaan was faster. With a quick twist, he knocked the gun from the man's hand and disarmed him, throwing him to the ground.
"Run" - Anshumaan barked protectively, but by then, it was over. The man lay groaning on the ground, clutching his shoulder as Anshumaan kicked the gun far from reach.
