𝗜𝘀𝗵𝗾-𝗲-𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗼𝗼𝗻

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 | 𝟭𝟱

Misha was excited as she drove toward the Diwali party, arranged by her fiancé, Abhimanyu. She looked stunning in a white lehenga with delicate gold embroidery that shimmered in the faint streetlights. Her fair skin glowed, her cheeks had a soft blush, and her lips were a deep red.

The street was quiet, and Misha's thoughts drifted to Abhimanyu, wishing he could be there with her. But he'd called to say he was caught up with urgent work. "Just get there soon, please," she'd laughed, feeling a mix of excitement and impatience.

As she continued down the road, something caught her eye-a little boy, small and barefoot, wandering onto the street alone. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw headlights in the distance, moving fast toward him. He was in danger, and he didn't even know it.

Without thinking, Misha hit the brakes and jumped out of her car. "Hey! Stop!" she called, sprinting toward him. In a split-second, she reached the boy and pushed him to safety. But in that instant, the speeding car struck her, and she was thrown onto the road, her white lehenga now stained with red. Pain shot through her body, and she lay still, unable to move.

The boy was safe, but Misha's vision began to blur. She could barely see the headlights of the car that had hit her as it slowly came to a stop. The door opened, and out stepped a tall, intimidating figure-a man who rarely showed emotion, someone feared by many.

This man was Alexander. As he looked down and saw Misha lying on the ground, something inside him shifted. He didn't understand why, but seeing her like this hurt in a way he'd never felt before.

He walked over to her and kneeled down, feeling panic rise in his chest. His hand trembled slightly as he reached out, gently patting her cheek. "Mia Amore... wake up, darling," he whispered, his voice soft and filled with worry. The words surprised even him-he had never called anyone "my love" before, but they slipped out as if they belonged to her.

Misha lay there, her face still, her eyes closed, her lips a gentle red. Alexander's heart raced as he saw the blood staining her dress. He'd seen blood countless times, but this time, it filled him with fear.

"Please," he whispered again, his voice shaking. "Stay with me."

Just then, his men arrived, shocked to see their cold, powerful leader kneeling beside a girl, his face full of worry and fear. None of them had ever seen him like this. But at that moment, nothing else mattered to Alexander-only this girl who had suddenly become his entire world.