falling for a criminal

Ayaan malhotra

A smug grin crept across my face as I watched Tara gather her things. The moment she made her way to the parking lot, I decided to follow. She moved with purpose, unlocking her car with quick, fluid movements, and slipped inside. I leaned back in my own car, my fingers brushing against my jaw in thought as I observed her. Her driving wasn’t half bad either; she knew how to handle the car well. I chuckled softly. She wasn’t like the others—there was a sharpness to her that I found… intriguing.

I started my engine and slid into traffic, keeping my distance as I tailed her. The streets were calm, the soft hum of the city in the background. But then something caught my eye in the rearview mirror—a black sedan following closely behind her.

My eyes narrowed. At first, I wondered if I was just being paranoid, but it didn’t take long for me to realize that the car wasn’t after me—it was following her.

Instantly, my calm shifted to rage. I could feel my jaw clenching, my hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. Who the hell had the nerve to do this? But then, as the pieces fell into place, I knew. Of course. Vinay Shekhar's men. I should have seen this coming. They weren’t going to let her slip away that easily. And not just her... that brat, Rohan, was in danger too.

But they wouldn’t make a move now—not when security was still tight around her. That was the only thing keeping them at bay for the moment. Lucky for them. Otherwise, they’d have met a different end tonight, courtesy of my men. I trusted them far more than any of the corrupt cops who called themselves protectors of the law. But Tara… she was in immediate danger, and I wasn’t going to let anyone lay a finger on her.

No one else would touch her. Not because I cared. Not because I wanted to save her. But because I wanted her for myself. To feel her, to have her body warm my bed.

I kept following, staying a few cars back, and soon enough, I noticed Tara speed up. She had figured it out—someone was tailing her. Smart girl.

I smirked as she weaved in and out of lanes, trying to shake off her pursuers. She was taking different routes, trying to lose them in the maze of the city streets. Clever. But it wasn’t enough.

My men were already behind me, two sleek, black SUVs keeping a close tail. I glanced into the rearview mirror, my smirk growing wider. They were good—silent, efficient, invisible until they were needed. And they knew exactly what to do.

Tara turned into a parking lot—isolated, dark, the perfect place to strike. I slowed my car, hanging back on the main road. This was it. My men would take care of Vinay’s goons, make sure they regretted even thinking about touching what’s mine.

I leaned back in my seat, satisfied. I wouldn’t follow her into the parking lot—no need to give her any reason to think she was still being followed. Let her think she’s safe, let her go home and relax.

And when she does, I’ll be right there.

I smirked, feeling the anticipation build in my chest. This was just the beginning.
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