UNWILLINGLY HIS

Walking into the trap

Advait stood by the window of his office, his eyes narrowing as he stared out at the busy city below. The sound of the bustling streets, the honking cars, and the distant chatter seemed so far away in that moment. His mind was sharp, fixated on one thing only: Samaira.

After losing her at the station, his thoughts had been consumed by her—her escape, her determination to outrun him. But Advait knew one thing for certain: She wouldn’t get far. Not for long.

His phone buzzed, a notification breaking the tension that had wrapped itself tightly around his chest. It was Rohit, his trusted assistant. Advait picked up immediately, his fingers brushing the screen with a certain calmness that contrasted the storm brewing inside him.

"Sir," Rohit’s voice crackled through the line, steady but with an undercurrent of urgency, “we’ve managed to get her ticket details. She’s heading towards Jaipur.”

The moment the word Jaipur reached his ears, Advait’s lips curled into a slow, sinister smile. It was subtle—just a flicker—but it was there.

Jaipur.

The name lingered in his mind like a dangerous promise, a city known for its history, its secrets... and now, it would become Samaira’s undoing.

A feeling, dark and almost predatory, filled Advait’s chest. Samaira was walking right into the trap she didn’t even know existed. She thought she was escaping, but what she didn’t realize was that she was coming closer to him, closer to the heart of the storm.

“Jaipur?” Advait asked, his voice low, smooth, almost amused. His heart quickened with the thought of it, but he didn’t let it show.

“Yes, Sir. The train departs at 5 PM. She’s already on her way,” Rohit confirmed.

Advait’s fingers tightened around the phone, his eyes cold. His mind spun a thousand thoughts at once, all of them calculating, all of them ruthless. He took a slow, steady breath.

She thinks she’s getting away from me. But she’s only walking into my arms.

His smile deepened, a darkness now settling into the corners of his eyes. He had underestimated her once before, but not this time. This time, there will be no escape.

Advait’s voice was calm, almost predatory, as he ordered, “I want the chopper ready. Immediately. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

Rohit’s quick reply confirmed the plan. “Understood, Sir. The chopper will be ready for takeoff.”

Advait hung up without another word, his mind already on the next move. He turned to his security team, his eyes flickering with intent. Every movement, every second was part of the game now. He wasn’t just following her; he was anticipating her next step. And this time, he would make sure she had no way out.

Samaira’s POV

The steady clack of the train’s wheels on the tracks was the only sound Samaira could focus on as she sat in her seat, her hands gripping the armrests. She had escaped, yes—but there was no relief, only the bitter taste of fear in her mouth.

Her heart pounded in her chest, as though it was trying to escape her ribs. The noise of the train seemed to blur with the noise of her thoughts. Had she made the right choice? Was she really free?

Her mind kept returning to that moment at the station. That glimpse of Advait. Even from the distance, even through the mask she had so carefully placed on her face, she had seen him. His presence was impossible to ignore. Their eyes had met—just for a fraction of a second—but in that brief instant, Advait had known. He had recognized her.

Samaira’s breath caught in her throat as her fingers gripped the phone in her lap. Her father had sent her the tickets, confirmed that everything was in place. Everything had been set. She had planned it meticulously—only her family and a select few knew about her departure.

Yet, somehow, Advait had appeared at the station. How? Was it a coincidence? Or did someone betray her?

She shook her head, trying to push the thought away. It was too dangerous to even consider. Advait was powerful enough to track her. He always was.

Her fingers tightened around the phone as she glanced at the window. The train sped through the countryside, the world rushing by in a blur. Samaira’s heart still raced, the fear not dissipating but growing. What if he was coming for her?

Advait’s POV

As Advait stood by the edge of his private chopper, the city below him shrinking as the blades whipped through the air, he could feel the anticipation building inside him. This was it. Samaira thought she had escaped, but all she had done was make herself a target.

Rohit had just informed him about Samaira’s ticket details. She was heading to Jaipur, and that’s where the game would end. Advait’s smile had widened, a cold and calculating smile that would make anyone around him uneasy.

She thinks she’s running away. But she’s only heading straight into my arms.

The chopper sped toward the horizon, the wind whipping through Advait’s dark hair. His mind was racing with the plan, the trap. She would have no idea what was waiting for her. Not until it was too late.

He thought of her again—the way her eyes had flashed that day at the station, the way her presence had almost unsettled him for a moment. No matter how far she runs, she can never escape me.

He stared out at the sprawling city below, already plotting his next move. Samaira was headed into a city full of secrets. But she didn’t know, this time, she would be the secret to be kept and this time there would be not means through which she could escape.