Shadows of control { Under Editing }

19.Who was he?

Sofia's pov:

I stepped out of the car. A grand meeting was about to unfold, bringing together the country's most prominent business tycoons. I was there to accompany Ansh, who was expected to arrive later. As I entered the venue, the air crackled with energy and the room buzzed with conversation. It was a sea of familiar faces, each representing a powerful force in the business world.

The staff member handed me the room code, and I made my way towards the meeting area, which was located in a palatial section of the venue.

As I was walking in the corridor, chilling grip tightened around my waist.

A pair of amber eyes met mine. He pulled me to his side, cagging me against the wall. I struggled to break free from the stranger's grasp.

"Going somewhere?"
He whispered in my ear.

My heart skipped.

"Let go of me,"
I demanded, trying to break free, but his grip tightened. His hand shot to my mouth, silencing me.

My mind raced, my breath shallow. Who the hell was this?

"Don't you think you're safe here?"
His voice was a low growl.
"You're far from it."

I fought back, pushing against him with everything I had.
"Get your hands off me, you bastard!"

His lips quirked into a sinister smile.
"Bastard, huh? What a way to greet me."
His hand slid from my mouth to my cheek, a mocking tenderness in his touch.
"You should be more careful with those words, darling... They can be dangerous."

I shoved him off, managing to break free, my pulse pounding in my ears.
"What the hell do you want from me?"

He chuckled softly.
"What I want doesn't matter....It's what you'll give me that counts."

"Give you?"
I shook my head, taking a few steps back.
"You're out of your mind....Stay the hell away from me."

He stepped closer, towering over me.
"Not before I'm done with you...,Mrs oberoi."
He took a step closer.

"Maybe you should leave before I make you regret it,"
I shot back, my voice firm but trembling beneath the bravado.

He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear.
"Regret? I don't regret anything I do, sweetheart."

I tried to step away, but his hand shot out, grabbing my wrist.

"You'll regret not listening,"
he said, his voice a lethal whisper.

I yanked my wrist from his grasp.
"Let go of me!"
I hissed, my eyes flashing with fury.
"You don't know who I am.

"I know exactly who you are,"
he retorted, his grip loosening, but his presence still looming like a storm.
"The question is, do you know who I am?"

He gently tucked the hairs on my face behind my ear. Before I could react, he lunged forward, attempting to pull me into a hug. I recoiled, pushing him away with all my might. He persisted, his grip tightening, but I managed to break free and dashed towards the meeting room, my heart pounding with fear and adrenaline.

I rushed into the meeting room, my heart still pounding. I sat down, taking a sip of water to calm my nerves. After a few moments, the door swung open, and Ansh entered, his imposing presence filling the room. Everyone stood up to greet him, and I followed suit, my mind still reeling from the encounter with the mysterious stranger.

The meeting commenced, but my mind was still occupied by the unsettling encounter. Who was that man? Should I tell Ansh? But the thought of the office boy incident filled me with dread. Ansh's obsessive possessiveness could lead to dangerous consequences. I didn't want anyone else to suffer because of his twisted affection.

One of the boys in our staff was just complementing me and Ansh shot him in his arm twice. I couldn't risk another life because of me.

Ansh was deeply engrossed in the meeting, his attention focused on every word spoken. Meanwhile, my mind was adrift, lost in the unsettling encounter from earlier. I was a world away, oblivious to the proceedings. Suddenly, I felt a piercing gaze on me. Ansh's eyes, filled with a mixture of confusion and concern, snapped me back to reality. Startled, I refocused my attention on the meeting, just as it drew to a close.

We returned home, and as I settled down, the incident from the previous week resurfaced in my mind. Should I confide in Ansh about the mysterious stranger? The decision weighed heavily on my mind. I decided to postpone the decision until the next day. For now, sleep beckoned, as it was late and I needed rest.

As I drifted off to sleep, I instinctively reached out and hugged Ansh. A wave of warmth washed over me, and I realized he was feverish. It wasn't surprising, considering his relentless work schedule.

He was aware of my sleep habit of hugging him and never had a problem with it,but it held no special significance. Our relationship was transactional, a cold, calculated arrangement. He was my hired companion, a mere teddy bear for comfort, while I was just a whore for him.

I stepped out of the bedroom and asked the maid for a wet cloth and some water , a common remedy for fever. Returning to Ansh's side, I gently placed the cool cloth on his forehead, replacing it frequently to help lower his body temperature. I sat by his side, vigilantly monitoring his condition until his fever subsided

I don't know when I fell asleep beside him. When I woke up in the morning, he was already in the bathroom. He probably thought I cared for him. But that wasn't the case. I did what any human would do in such a situation. It was nothing more than a basic act of kindness.