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...
"Kya tujhe ab ye dil bataye, Tere bina kyu sans na aaye Aansuon se likhdun main tujhko, Koi mere bin padh hi naa paye Mere ander khudko bhar de, Mujhko mujhse khaali kar de "
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"Then who the hell that mother f*c#er is?" - Anshumaan was loud and annoyed this time.
"He's my sister's husband."
Anshumaan stood frozen for a moment, his mind racing. The shock of hearing that Vidyut was Mishika's sister's husband hit him harder than he expected. But even as the anger swelled within him, he pushed it aside. This moment wasn't about his feelings—it was about her.
He took a slow step toward her, his voice softer than before, almost tentative. "Mishika..." - He reached out, but his hand hovered in the air, unsure if she would welcome his touch. "You don't have to tell me anything more if you're not ready. I won't force you to share anything you're not comfortable with."
His words hung in the air, thick with unspoken understanding. Her eyes, red and glistening with unshed tears, flickered up at him for a brief moment. A fleeting vulnerability passed across her face before she looked away, her shoulders trembling slightly. Anshumaan's heart clenched at the sight, but he didn't rush to console her. He knew she needed space, but also comfort.
He leaned in slightly, his voice lower now, almost as if he were speaking to himself, but loud enough for her to hear. "As for Vidyut... what happened, I... I didn't do what you think." He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair as he tried to steady his own emotions. "I couldn't just stand by while he made himself a threat—not to you, not to anyone. But I didn't... I didn't do anything extreme."
Mishika's eyes snapped back to him, searching his face, trying to find any trace of deception in his expression. His gaze was steady, but there was a flicker of something deeper there—a quiet intensity that matched the rawness in her own eyes.
He continued, his voice dropping even lower -"He invaded my space, Mishika. My office... no one—no one crosses that line. I needed to make sure he understood that. But it wasn't about punishing him—it was about making sure he could never hurt you again. I could never let someone like him roam free after what he did."
Mishika's breath hitched. Her lips parted as if to say something, but the words stuck in her throat. She looked away, a new layer of pain crossing her features. It was as if he could see the weight of everything—the past, the present—crushing down on her.
Anshumaan stepped closer, instinctively reaching for her hand, but hesitated. He didn't want to overstep; he just wanted to ease the tension between them, even if just for a moment. "You don't have to understand everything right now" - he said quietly, his voice trembling slightly. "But what I did, I did it because I couldn't bear the thought of him continuing to hurt you. That's the only reason."
