𝗜𝘀𝗵𝗾-𝗲-𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗼𝗼𝗻

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 | 𝟮

𝙳𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎
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Vikram, my best friend, stood by the door, his face pale. "Sir, we need to talk," he stammered.

I nodded, my expression cold. "What is it?"

"Uh, there's a situation in the basement, Sir. Some traitors are down there," he said, his voice shaking.

I felt a rush of excitement. The basement was where I punished those who betrayed me. I walked down the stairs, each step echoing like a heartbeat. When I reached the basement, I saw two men tied up, their faces filled with fear.

"P-please, Sir! We won't do it again! W-we're sorry!" one of them begged, his voice quivering.

I stepped closer, savoring their terror. "I hate the word 'sorry,'" I said, my voice low and dangerous. I pulled out my gun and shot the man in the leg. He screamed, and I felt a thrill.

The second man tried to speak, but I shot him in the head without hesitation. "Feed their bodies to the animals," I ordered my men. I felt powerful, cold, and unbothered by their deaths. Betrayal deserved no mercy.

After dealing with the traitors, I needed to clear my head. I left the office, my thoughts swirling with plans for power and control. Driving through the streets of Rajasthan, my gaze shifted to the park.

WHERE I SAW HER!!!!

A petite girl sat alone on a bench, her hair in a tight bun. The moment I saw her dark, beautiful eyes, something inside me ignited. I felt a strong pull, a need to possess her. She was a creature I had to have.

But then, a man approached her. My blood boiled as I watched them. "Get away from her!" I hissed, feeling rage wash over me. How dare he talk to her?

I wanted to confront him, to make him pay for being near her. My heart raced, and I slammed my laptop shut in the car, breaking the screen in anger. "Why is she with him?" I thought, my rage building. "He fucking want to die or what."

I watched him lean closer, whispering to her. I wanted to drive him away, to protect her from his touch. I could feel my desire for her growing, a burning obsession. I wanted her to be mine, to feel my power over her.

"Vikram!" I snapped, turning to my friend, who sat in the passenger seat. "What are we doing here? We need to go now!"

"W-where to, Sir?" he asked, his voice trembling.

"Just drive!" I shouted, my voice dark and filled with rage. I couldn't leave the park without knowing her name, without making sure she was safe from everyone else.

As we drove away, my heart raced-not just with anger, but with a twisted desire. I was Abhimanyu, a man who thrived in darkness. This girl stirred something inside me, something dangerous. I wanted to have her, but I also wanted to possess her completely.

"Sir, are you okay?" Vikram asked cautiously, sensing my fury.

"No!" I roared, my voice low and threatening. "I won't be okay until I make her mine."

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"I won't be okay until I make her mine."

I had seen Abhimanyu angry before, but today felt different. The moment he shouted, it was as if the air around us crackled with tension. The sound of his voice echoed in the spacious office, making me and the driver jump in our seats.

Bada Ajeeb aadami hai !!

Jab man Karta hai tab kisi ki company kharab kar deta hai...

Jab man Karta hai kisi Ko maar deta hai....

Ab pata nahin is Insan ko kya chahie....

"GET.OUT." he shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing in the confined space.

"Sir, please!" I pleaded, trying to keep my composure. "We need to talk about this. You can't just-"

"Get out!" he screamed again, fury blazing in his eyes. There was no reasoning with him when he was like this. I could see the darkness swirling within him, threatening to spill over.

My heart raced as I realized I had no choice. I opened the door and scrambled out of the car, the cool night air hitting my face like a splash of cold water. I took a few steps away, trying to create some distance between us.