𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐈 𝐎𝐰𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮| 18+

𝟕𝟓. 𝐎𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲 𝐇𝐢𝐦!

Imp— I've only published half of the chapter compared to the stck. (𝟖𝟒. 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐈𝐧 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦). So, if anyone plans to purchase the next chapter, don't skip directly to it. Instead, purchase this chapter to maintain the balance. The remaining word count is substantial, so rest assured, your money won't be wasted.

THIRD PERSON

Ayesha boldly kissed Armaan on the lips, leaving everyone around them in stunned silence.

Abhay, however, simply smiled and shook his head, exchanging a knowing glance with Kabir and Ronit.
Kabir had long suspected that Ayesha's feelings for Armaan lingered, but poor Ronit had been dreaming of marriage. Today, those dreams were shattered in the most public way possible.

His fiancée was kissing another man.

The crowd froze in disbelief.

As Ayesha finally pulled away from Armaan, a charged silence hung in the air. Armaan's eyes never left Ayesha's, and she stared back, the intensity between them undeniable. A slow, crooked smile spread across Armaan's lips. He gently placed his hand on Ayesha's cheek, then turned his head deliberately.

Armaan shot Kabir a piercing look, "What's the matter, Kabir? Shocked?" he taunted.

Kabir's blood boiled. He gritted his teeth, spitting out his words, "You think you've won? So Listen up! As long as I'm breathing, I'll never let you win."

Armaan's expression darkened. He stepped away from Ayesha, locking eyes with Kabir.

"Is that so? Then why don't I just kill you?" he hissed.

And suddenly....
In a heartbeat, Armaan drew his gun and aimed it at Kabir. The room's tension peaked, and then... BANG!

The gunshot rang through the hall, creating a deafening silence. Everyone's eyes widened, thinking Kabir had met his end. Kabir himself felt the icy fingers of death brush against him, but then he realized he was still standing.

Slowly, he turned his head and saw the bullet had merely grazed his ear, leaving a faint trickle of blood and embedding itself in the wall behind him.

Armaan's voice, cold and menacing, sliced through the tension, "That shot was just a warning, Kabir. Next time, it'll be a bullet straight between your eyes."

Kabir's rage ignited, a fiery storm within him. He scanned the hall, where his supposed allies stood, their loyalty now a lie. Abhay, smirking, stepped forward, "What's wrong, Kabir? Struggling to comprehend how your trusted men are now ours?"

The betrayal was like a knife twisting in Kabir's gut, the enormity of his predicament sinking in.

Abhay approached Kabir with a smile, then gently placed his hand on Kabir's shoulder and said, "You see, betrayal happens from all sides. You thought you could buy these four men and defeat us, but today, that misconception has ruined you. We only had to pay double what you paid to buy your pets, and now look... the whole game has turned."

Abhay's smile widened while Kabir clenched his fists, his knuckles white with rage.

But the biggest shock was to Ronit.

His body went limp, and his mind spiraled into madness over what Ayesha had just done. Summoning every ounce of courage, he staggered to Ayesha, "Ayesha! You... you said you wanted to marry me. So why... why this?"

Ayesha stared at Ronit, her face an unreadable mask.

Then, in one swift, decisive motion, Armaan seized Ayesha by the waist and yanked her forcefully against his chest. Her body collided with his, the impact sending a shockwave through the surrounding. Armaan's hand traced the curve of her waist with a possessive, almost territorial touch, his fingers digging slightly into her skin. The intimacy and dominance in his gesture ignited a firestorm of jealousy and betrayal within Ronit, scorching his very soul. His heart pounded in his chest as he watched the woman he loved being claimed by another, the pain almost unbearable.