Vani woke up to a pounding headache and a soft pillow that didn't smell like hers.
Her brows furrowed as she opened her eyes slowly, wincing at the harsh sunlight filtering through the sheer curtains. She blinked, trying to make sense of her surroundings.
Big windows. High ceiling. A minimalistic but luxurious room.
Definitely not her place.
She sat up with a jolt, and the headache returned with full vengeance. Her hand flew to her temple as she groaned.
"What the hell..."
The sunlight filtered through the cream-colored curtains, much too bright for her liking.
She groaned clutching her head tighter. "Ow... what the actual hell happened last night?"
Her eyes scanned the room again. It was spacious, tastefully decorated in earthy tones, and definitely not her illusion. This was not her house.
Panic set in.
She yanked the covers off her, and her heart nearly stopped.
She was wearing... a men's shirt. Just a shirt.
"Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god," she whispered, hands flying to her head again.
Where the hell was she?
Her mind tried to catch up with the haze of last night. She remembered being dragged to the club with her colleagues, the club, drinking more than she should've, a creepy guy who got too close...
Her stomach twisted.
What if she was kidnapped?
Her heart thundered as she scanned the room. No sign of her phone. No sign of her clothes. Just an expensive-looking vase on the side table.
She snatched it up and tiptoed toward the door. Quietly. Carefully.
Her breath hitched.
What if... what if something happened.. what if that m-man..
Her pulse pounded. She quickly scrambled out of bed, her legs shaky as she moved. The shirt barely reached her thighs. She needed to get out, find her phone, figure out who brought her here. Maybe it wasn't too late to punch that creep in the face if he—
A voice drifted from somewhere downstairs.
Whistling.
The smell? Someone was... cooking?
What kind of kidnapper whistled while making breakfast?
Every sound felt amplified as she crept down the stairs. The place was massive. Clean, classy. Reeked of money.
Don't tell me I got myself into a one night stand with some stupid rice brat.
Oh God...
My virginity ..
Suck it up Vani.. life is more important
She peeked into the kitchen.
A man stood there. Back turned. flipping what looked like an omelette in a pan. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Wearing a black T-shirt and grey sweats. Whistling and Humming.
She raised the vase higher.
"Okay, you perverted psycho, step away from the eggs," she yelled.
The man turned.
And Vani froze.
The vase almost slipped from her fingers.
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VAANI - His Deadliest Desire
General FictionWhat is the meaning of this, Vani?" he seethed, his eyes locked onto hers. "Are you so starved for attention that you seek it from other men?" Vani's heart sank as she realized the storm that was brewing in Rudra's eyes. She tried to speak, to expla...
