**Abhishek's POV**
Abhishek paced quietly into the kitchen, fighting off the remnants of his nightmare as he searched for a glass. Opening drawers until he found what he needed, he filled a glass with water and took a long drink, feeling the coolness trickle down his throat and wash away the dryness from his panicked breaths. The sensation grounded him, reminding him that he was here, far from that surreal ocean haunting his thoughts.
Setting down the empty glass, he glanced around the dim kitchen, his gaze settling on the faintly illuminated photo wall across the living room. The decorative lights cast a warm glow over the frames, inviting him closer. He made his way over, drawn by the curiosity he rarely let himself indulge in.
The first photo was a picture of Sofia in a cap and gown, proudly holding her architecture degree, her face radiant with pride and excitement. She looked younger, less guarded, and so full of a joy he could almost feel from the still image. The second was a candid shot of her with Tunisha, arms slung over each other's shoulders, both of them laughing as though they'd just shared the world's funniest secret.
The third photo made him pause. Sofia was younger here, maybe fifteen, standing beside a woman with a similar face. The same piercing blue eyes, the same gentle smile. Her mother. It was evident in the soft way they leaned into each other, a connection as clear as day. He felt something familiar about the background—a vague familiarity he couldn't place, and it stirred a strange feeling within him.
Lost in thought, he didn't notice the soft footsteps approaching.
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**Sofia's POV**
Sofia's head throbbed as she opened her eyes, her body heavy, and a strange fog still clouded her mind. *Where...am I?* She glanced around, recognizing her own bedroom, but the events leading her here were a blur. Flashes of the club, of Sid's invite, of dancing all danced in her memory, but the rest was missing. She rubbed her temples, piecing together her last clear memory—Abhishek's steady presence beside her. But how had she ended up here? Her room?
Her muscles felt strangely lax, her balance a bit off as she sat up. Every movement felt sluggish, like she was trying to move underwater. Then she heard a soft noise from downstairs. Her heart pounded, and she stilled, trying to shake the fog from her mind. *A burglar?*
Slowly, she reached into her nightstand drawer, where she kept her gun and a smaller dagger for emergencies. Her hand wrapped around the knife, the cold metal grounding her. *In my state, the knife will have to do,* she decided. Moving slowly, she descended the stairs, each step heightening her adrenaline and sharpening her senses in spite of the drug's lingering effects.
When she reached the living room, she saw the figure standing near the photo wall. His back was turned, and from behind, all she could see was his broad frame, his focus fixed on the photos. The dim light made his form shadowy, and her pulse quickened. With silent, calculated steps, she moved closer, adrenaline mixing with the drug's residue, making her both light-headed and unsteady. Without a second thought, she lunged forward, hitting his head. He staggered but didn't fall, quickly turning to catch her arm. But she was fast and punched his face.
With a quick movement, she shoved him against the wall, pressing the knife up against his throat, her body flush against his, pinning him there with all the energy she could muster.
"Who the hell are you?" she whispered, her voice low and dangerous, her blue eyes narrowed in fierce concentration.
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**Abhishek's POV**
The sudden punch caught him off guard, her knuckles landing with surprising strength. Before he could recover, Sofia moved swiftly, pressing her body against his and trapping him between herself and the wall. The cold edge of a knife met the underside of his jaw, its pressure firm yet cautious, and her legs shifted in close to brace his thighs, effectively pinning him in place. Her blue eyes glinted with fierce determination, narrowed in an intense glare as she leaned in, her face mere inches from his.
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Romance"Amidst the glittering backdrop of high society, Mafia boss Abhishek Nigam finds himself captivated by the talented and independent architect, Sofia Hayat. Despite their vastly different worlds, a spark ignites between them, leading to a tumultuous...
