𝐀𝐧𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚 : 𝐸𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠

~🥀 The Villain's kiss 🥀~

🌌🎊Happy New Year 🎊🌌
Welcome to the first update of 2025

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The night of December 31st was silent and cold, with a faint chill hanging in the air. The palace, vast and imposing, stood bathed in the moonlight, its corridors quiet, almost eerie in their stillness. Anubhav entered through the grand doors, his white shirt clinging to his sculpted frame, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and the top three buttons left undone, revealing a glimpse of his broad chest. His black pants fit him perfectly, accentuating his powerful stride. His hair was messed up, his face devoid of emotion except for the slight tension in his clenched jaw. The heat of the day’s frustrations clung to him, but it only added to the magnetism of his presence.

The quiet footsteps of Meera brought him out of his thoughts as she approached him cautiously. Without preamble, he asked in his deep, commanding voice, "Haseena ji kahan hai?"

Meera hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "Sir, woh apne kamre mein hain... lekin unhone aaj bhi kuch nahi khaya."

Anubhav’s jaw tightened as he exhaled deeply, a flicker of frustration flashing in his eyes. It had been a week since he had brought Haseena here, and every day followed the same pattern—her stubborn refusal to eat, speak, or acknowledge his presence. His concern for her well-being clashed with his growing frustration at her resistance. Without another word, he picked up the tray of food himself and made his way toward her room.

As he opened the door, the soft creak broke the silence within. His gaze immediately landed on her. She was sitting on the couch near the window, dressed in a simple white kurti, her knees drawn to her chest, her arms wrapped around them. Her pale face looked hollow, her tired eyes gazing blankly at the darkness outside. The faint glow of the moonlight framed her figure, and for a moment, Anubhav felt his chest tighten painfully.

He stepped into the room, his polished shoes making a soft thud against the wooden floor, but she didn’t turn to acknowledge his presence. Setting the tray down on the nearby table, he moved closer, his voice carrying a firm yet restrained edge.
"Haseena ji, poore din kuch nahi khaya aapne. Yeh kya zid hai?"

She remained silent, her gaze still fixed outside the window as if he didn’t exist. The lack of response only fueled his frustration.

"Hum aap se baat kar rahe hain," he said, his voice growing sharper. "Yeh aap apne aap ko kyun itna takleef de rahi hain?"

Finally, she spoke, her voice weak and laced with exhaustion. "Aapko kya farq padta hai? Aapko hamare hone ya na hone se koi matlab nahi hona chahiye."

Her words were like a blow to his already fragile restraint. He took a step closer, his tall frame casting a shadow over her. "Matlab hai," he said firmly. "Shayad jitna aap kabhi samajh bhi nahi sakti."

Her lips parted slightly, but instead of speaking, she turned her head away, her defiance evident even in her broken state. He sighed, running a hand through his already disheveled hair, before his voice dropped to a dangerously calm tone.
"Humein aapke saath yeh baatein karne ka shauk nahi hai, Haseena ji. Aapko hamare saath rehna hoga, chahe aap chahein ya nahi."

That was the tipping point for her. She stood up abruptly, her voice rising with frustration. "Toh kyun kar rahe hain yeh sab? Agar aapko sach mein humse pyaar hai... toh us pyaar ke liye, humein jaane dijiye!"

The room fell into an icy silence after her outburst, her voice echoing faintly in the large space. Anubhav’s gaze darkened, his expression hardening as he took a deliberate step toward her. His voice dropped to a dangerously low growl, his tone rough yet eerily calm.
" I'm not a hero Luna who will let  you go for the sake of love.. I'm a villen & I'll burn down the world if I have to burn  it just  to get you."