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Aanan's POV~

I sat in my office chair, spinning a pen between my fingers, my mind calculating the numbers on the deal I just rejected.

The room was silent, save for the faint hum of the AC and the occasional rustle of papers on my desk. Then my phone buzzed.

A private number.

I answered it without hesitation, my tone sharp and cold. "Speak."

A low, gruff voice greeted me from the other end. "So, the great Aanan singh rajvansh finally has a weakness."

My jaw clenched. I leaned back in my chair, my grip tightening around the phone.

"You must be delusional if you think I have any."

The voice chuckled darkly.

"Oh, but you do. A wife, isn’t it? A pretty one at that. What’s her name again… Kashvi?"

My blood ran cold, but outwardly, I stayed calm. Control was key. I couldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me rattled.

"Say her name again," I said, my voice dropping into a deadly whisper, "and I’ll make sure it’s the last word you ever speak."

The man laughed mockingly. "Big words, Rajvansh. But you can’t watch her forever. Accidents happen. People disappear."

I stood, the chair scraping against the floor as I moved to the window. My gaze landed on the bustling city below, but all I saw was red.

"Listen carefully," I said, my tone like steel. "You think you’re playing a game, but you’ve already lost. You’ll wish you never even thought about her name. If you come near her—hell, if you even breathe in her direction—I will find you. And when I do, I won’t just kill you. I’ll erase your existence so thoroughly, no one will remember you even lived."

There was silence on the other end, and I knew my words had landed.

"You’re brave now," I added, a sinister edge to my voice, "but I’ll give you a head start. Run. Because the moment this call ends, I’m coming for you."

The line went dead.

I set the phone down calmly, my hand surprisingly steady. But inside, I was anything but.

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath to steady the rage bubbling inside me. No one—no one—threatens what’s mine.

And I would make sure they regretted even trying.

I turned around as Ishaan entered the cabin, his usual calm demeanor replaced with a slight frown. Without a word, I handed him my phone.

“Find the number,” I ordered.

Ishaan raised a brow as he took the phone. “What happened?”

I leaned back in my chair, running a hand through my hair.

“Some idiot thinks they can threaten me. More specifically, they think they can threaten her.”

Ishaan’s expression darkened instantly, his jaw tightening. He understood without me having to elaborate.

“They mentioned her?” he asked, his voice low but laced with concern.

I nodded, my gaze fixed on the desk in front of me.

“Get the number. Trace it. I want to know who it is, where they are, and every damn thing about them by tonight.”

Ishaan nodded sharply, already tapping on the phone.