UNWILLINGLY HIS

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Pov of characters
**Chapter: Checkmate**

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**Advait's POV:**

The chaos around me was exactly what I had expected. Aarav's men were scrambling, firing blindly, and I could hear the satisfying sounds of my guards taking them down, one by one. I could see the fear in Aarav's eyes as he clutched his wounded arm, but he was too late. His plan had failed. He never realized that in this game of power, I was always two steps ahead.

I felt the tension in the air as I walked towards him, savoring the moment, the power of it all. Samaira stood frozen, like a doll in a storm of violence and madness. She didn't move, didn't blink-like she had been paralyzed by the overwhelming sense of helplessness. I couldn't help but smirk as I neared Aarav.

This man had always been in my way-always tried to ruin my reputation, interfere with my plans. And now, finally, it was time to avenge myself. Time to destroy him. I leaned over Aarav's injured body, the venom in my voice unmistakable. "Is this drama enough, or would you like to see more?"

But Samaira, ever unpredictable, grabbed a gun from the ground and aimed it at me. She was desperate. The fear in her eyes told me everything I needed to know-she had no control anymore. It wasn't about her anymore, not really. It was about *me*, and how far I was willing to go to get my revenge.

She looked at me like she might actually pull the trigger. But I wasn't worried. She was fragile. She couldn't do it.

The moment she pressed the gun to her head, though, I felt something stir inside me-a pang of something unfamiliar. Fear? Concern? No, that wasn't possible. I wasn't afraid. But the thought of losing her, of her slipping away from me like that, disturbed me.

I moved quickly. In a fluid motion, I grabbed the gun from her hands, pulling it away from her temple. My grip on her was tight as I spoke, my voice soft but commanding. "No one can take you from me. Not even death. Not unless I allow it."

I needed her. More than anything. And now, with the police arriving, things were about to get *interesting*. I could see her wavering. She didn't trust me-she never would. But I had already won. It was only a matter of time before she realized that.

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**Samaira's POV:**

Everything felt like it was happening in slow motion. Aarav was lying there, bleeding, while Advait moved with terrifying precision, like a predator savoring its prey. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. The sound of the gunshots, the shouts, the frantic movements of men with guns... it was all too much.

My mind kept racing, but it couldn't make sense of anything. I felt my body go cold as Advait walked over to Aarav, speaking in that venomous tone, savoring every moment. I couldn't look away. I was stuck. *Frozen.*

Then, I did what I never thought I would. I reached down and grabbed the gun that had fallen when Advait shot Aarav. I pointed it at him. I had to. I couldn't just let him destroy everything. I had to fight back, even if I had nothing left to fight for.

His cold eyes met mine, and for a moment, I almost thought I could pull the trigger. But no. I couldn't do it.

In a swift, trembling movement, I pressed the gun to my own head. My hands were shaking violently, but I did it anyway. Because what was the point? What was the point in fighting anymore? I couldn't escape. I couldn't outrun him. Not anymore.

Before I could pull the trigger, Advait was there. His cold hands on mine, yanking the gun away from me. I looked up at him, my heart pounding. "No one can take you from me," he whispered. His voice was dark, commanding. "Not even death. Not unless I allow it."

And I believed him. I hated that I believed him.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to fight. But the moment was over. The sirens were getting closer. Police officers flooded into the warehouse. This was it-this was my chance. I could run. I could finally get away.

But as soon as I tried to speak, to explain, they looked at me like I was the one who had caused all of this.

"Mrs. Shikhawat," one officer said, his voice far too calm, far too rehearsed. "We've been informed by your husband that you left the house because you were upset. He risked his life to come find you."

It didn't make sense. None of this made sense. *How could they just believe him?*

I turned to Advait, my eyes wide with disbelief. He had orchestrated everything. Even the police. He was in control. Always.

He leaned in close, his voice barely a whisper in my ear. "Now it's checkmate," he said, his words seeping into my bones. "You don't have any way to escape. Not now. Not ever."

I wanted to fight. I wanted to scream. But all I could do was stand there as they led me out of the warehouse, as Advait's cold grip remained on me, tightening around my throat. This was it. The end of everything.

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**Aarav's POV:**

I had underestimated him. That was my mistake. I thought I could overpower him, outwit him. But Advait was always one step ahead. When I grabbed the gun, I was sure I could take control. I was sure that I could make him submit, break him down. But I was wrong. I was so wrong.

As I lay there on the cold floor, clutching my wounded arm, I realized that I had never stood a chance. This was Advait's game. And I was just a pawn.

I watched, helpless, as he took control. He knew how to manipulate everything and everyone around him. He had the police in his pocket. He had the city in his pocket. And he had *her* in his pocket.

When he took Samaira's gun, I thought for a second he might finally show some weakness. But no. He was just as cold and ruthless as I had always known him to be.

And now, as the police filed in and they walked out of the warehouse like everything was normal, I realized something. This wasn't just about revenge. For Advait, it was about control. It was about making sure that no matter what, he *won*.

And I had lost.