UNWILLINGLY HIS

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Samaira stared out of the car window, the world speeding past her as her mind raced. The events of the past few weeks had left her numb, her thoughts jumbled. She had been forced into a marriage she never wanted, her life a pawn in a game she didn’t understand. Aarav Malhotra, the son of a powerful businessman and politician, had been her fiancé, but now—everything had changed.

The cold grip of power that Advait held over her still lingered, his presence commanding and unyielding. She had never truly known him—his wealth, his status, his cold demeanor had all been too much for her to grasp. She hadn’t realized just how far his influence reached, how deep his control ran.

Advait’s power was all-encompassing. He didn’t just own companies; he owned people, situations, destinies. And now, she was tangled in his world. For a moment, she had almost forgotten her own desires, almost given in to his charm, his insistence. But deep down, Samaira knew she couldn’t love someone like him—not when his love had always come with a cost.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden jolt of the car as it swerved slightly. She glanced at the driver, but he didn’t seem concerned. It was then that Samaira felt it—something was wrong.

Before she could process what was happening, the headlights from another set of cars appeared in the distance. At first, it seemed like a random occurrence, but as they got closer, Samaira’s heart skipped a beat. The other cars were closing in. There were too many of them, too fast. The car began to slow down, and suddenly, they were surrounded. The familiar sense of dread washed over her.

The driver swore under his breath, but before Samaira could say anything, Advait’s voice, cold and commanding, echoed through the car.

“Stay inside,” he ordered, his voice devoid of hesitation.

He slammed the door behind him as he stepped out of the car, his silhouette silhouetted by the headlights of the rival vehicles. Samaira’s heart pounded in her chest. What was happening? Why was he so calm?

She saw him then, moving with terrifying precision. Bullets flew through the air, but Advait didn’t flinch. He dodged them effortlessly, his body moving as if guided by instinct, each movement fluid and deadly. He returned fire with equal accuracy, and in moments, the attackers had begun to retreat.

But as she watched, a new figure approached her side of the car. A man with a gun raised directly at her. Samaira’s breath caught in her throat. Was this it? Was she going to die here?

Before she could react, Advait was there. He moved faster than she could process, rushing toward the threat with a determined look in his eyes. A moment later, the man with the gun fell, and Advait was back, making his way to the car.

For a second, Samaira didn’t know whether to be relieved or scared. She had seen this side of Advait—cold, ruthless, calculating. But there was something different about him now. Something sharper, something more dangerous.

He slid into the backseat, his eyes locking with hers. There was no time for words as the car began moving again. Samaira’s mind raced, trying to make sense of it all.

“Who are you, Advait?” The question slipped out before she could stop it, her voice barely above a whisper. She watched him carefully, his face hardening slightly, but he didn’t respond. She thought back to the moments just before the attack. The way he had commanded everything, how easily he had navigated the chaos. How he had put himself at risk to protect her. She had never seen this side of him before. Maybe, she thought, he had kept it hidden from her—maybe it was all part of the game.

“I never knew this side of you,” she continued, her voice more fragile now. “Maybe because you wanted me to love you... Maybe you kept this from me.”