Shadows of control { Under Editing }

15.He owns it.

I slowly turned around, my heart pounding in my chest. IT was Ansh. My shock was palpable. He looked calm, almost serene, as if he had expected me to be there. Mrs. Smith introduced us, and he extended his hand for a handshake. I took it, my fingers trembling slightly. We took our respective seats.

"So, Mr. Ansh,"
Mrs. Smith began, her voice barely a whisper,
"why did you decide to take over the orphanage land?"

He leaned forward, his eyes boring into mine.
"The land,"
he said, his voice was low and menacing,
"was a strategic asset. It holds significant value, and I intend to utilize it to its fullest potential."

I felt a surge of anger and frustration.
"But the orphanage!" I exclaimed.
"The children, Mrs. Smith, they need that land to survive."

He dismissed my plea with a wave of his hand. "Sentimental attachments are irrelevant in the world of business. The orphanage can be relocated. It's a small inconvenience."

My heart sank. His words were cold and heartless, devoid of any empathy or compassion.

Mrs. Smith, visibly shaken, spoke up.
"Can't you offer us another piece of land, Mr. Ansh? Something to compensate for the loss of the orphanage?"

Ansh smirked.
"Until the time I take over the orphanage land, I haven't done anything with it. You can continue to use it."

With that, he stood up, shaking hands only with Mrs. Smith and leaving me stunned and furious. I couldn't believe what I had just witnessed.

I turned to Mrs. Smith, her face etched with disappointment and fear.
"We have to be careful,He's dangerous."

We left the restaurant, the weight of the situation heavy on our shoulders. I thanked the driver for his help and asked him to take me home.

As I sat in the car, my mind raced. What would the future hold? What new challenges would I face? I knew one thing for sure: the battle was far from over.

It was night. I tried not to be in the bedroom so I am spending my time in grandma's room. I have seen him coming from the balcony. I don't dare to go inside the room because he will punish me for leaving the mansion without permission.

A maid came to knock on the door and said,
"Sophia ma'am, Ansh sir is calling you to the bedroom."

I asked,
"Is it important?"

Grandma said,
"Just go see what he wants and join me again. Maybe he wants to see his wife after a hectic day".

I stepped into the dimly lit bedroom, a sense of dread settling over me. There he sat,On a couch excluding his cold aura with a glass of whiskey in his hand.
"Close the door,"
he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Without a word, I obeyed, the heavy door swinging shut behind me.

"Come here,"
he commanded. I approached hesitantly, a shiver running down my spine. With a forceful gesture, he indicated the space on his lap. Reluctantly, I lowered myself onto his thighs, my heart pounding in my chest.

As I settled, his arm snaked around my waist, pulling me closer. His breath, hot and heavy, fanned across my neck.
"You won't get the pleasure this time ,"
he whispered, his voice a sinister promise.
"Only punishment."

He scooped me up in his arms, bridal style, and carried me to the sofa. With a swift, efficient movement, he cuffed my legs, securing them to the bed frame. A heavy blanket was thrown over me, suffocating me in darkness.
"You won't leave this room until we return to our mansion,"
he declared, his voice echoing in the confined space.

shock washed over me as I realized the extent of his plan.
"No, please, Ansh,"
I pleaded, my voice trembling.
"Don't do this, the family members will doubt."

He smirked, his eyes glinting with malice.
"You don't have to care about it"

Two days passed, and I remained confined to the room. He would occasionally uncuff me, allowing me to bathe and tend to other necessities. Meanwhile, he fabricated a story of illness to deceive our family, shielding me from their prying eyes.

Today, I would break the silence. I wouldn't spend my entire life as his puppet. Yes, I had betrayed, but it was out of necessity. I wouldn't owe him my entire life to him. I waited for him to come.

As he stepped through the door, his presence filled the room. The once-burning determination within me began to flicker, threatened by the weight of his imposing figure. The courage I had mustered seemed to evaporate, leaving me a mere shadow of my former self.

He emerged from the bathroom, refreshed and composed. He moved towards the closet, a silent ritual before settling beside me on the bed. Lost in the glow of his phone, he seemed oblivious to my presence.

"I want to talk something"
I ventured, my voice barely whispering.

He ignored me, his attention fixed on the screen.

"I said..."
I tried again, my voice firmer this time.

His gaze snapped up, a cold, piercing glare.
"Speak,"
he demanded.

"Li..Listen, Ansh. I know I made a mistake, but I can't sacrifice my entire life for it. I want to break free from this forced marriage. I hope  You've had your revenge, it's enough. Now let me live my life"

Ansh chuckled darkly, a sound that sent shivers down my spine.

"Had my revenge?" he repeated, voice dripping with amusement.

" I haven't even begun."

He let out a cynical laugh.
"Just a few days ago, you couldn't even look me in the eye. Where did this newfound courage come from?"
he mocked.

"You think you can escape me now?"
He mocked me.

"I don't easily discard things. Once I possess something, it's mine for life,"
he said, a possessive glint in his eyes.

"Tomorrow, we're leaving this place,"
he said,