Her Only Saviour

61. Man to another

𝕿𝖚𝖏𝖍 𝖒𝖊𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖎 𝖐𝖍𝖔𝖞𝖆 𝖗𝖆𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖓
𝕿𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖐𝖍𝖜𝖆𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖊𝖎𝖓 𝖐𝖍𝖔 𝖏𝖆𝖆𝖔𝖔𝖓

𝕿𝖚𝖏𝖍 𝖒𝖊𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖎 𝖐𝖍𝖔𝖞𝖆 𝖗𝖆𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖓
𝕿𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖐𝖍𝖜𝖆𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖊𝖎𝖓 𝖐𝖍𝖔 𝖏𝖆𝖆𝖔𝖔𝖓

𝕸𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖊, 𝖕𝖞𝖆𝖆𝖗 𝖒𝖊𝖎𝖓 𝖉𝖔𝖔𝖇 𝖐𝖊
𝕻𝖞𝖆𝖆𝖗 𝖒𝖊𝖎𝖓 𝖉𝖔𝖔𝖇 𝖐𝖊, 𝖘𝖆𝖆𝖍𝖎𝖑 𝖙𝖆𝖐 𝖏𝖆𝖆 𝖕𝖆𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖓

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The abandoned house was silent.

Dust floated through the beams of moonlight slashing in through broken windows. Wood creaked. Air hung thick.
And in the middle of the room, a chair sat anchored to the floor.

Bound to it—hands behind his back, ankles chained—was Aarvik Rastogi.

Unbothered.

Unflinching.

Even with blood trickling down the corner of his lip, he looked regal.
Dangerous.
Eyes steady, scanning the shadows with precision.

He wasn’t panicking.

He was waiting.

And then… he arrived.

Footsteps.
Confident.
Measured.
The kind of gait that didn’t belong to someone who second-guessed himself.

Anirudh Singh Oberoi entered the room like he owned the silence.

All black—shirt sleeves rolled, jaw sharp, that signature smirk dancing at the edge of his lips.

He stopped in front of Aarvik and crouched slightly.

“Comfortable?” he asked, voice low, teasing.

Aarvik stared up, calm as ever.
“You must be really desperate.”

“Oh, I am,” Anirudh replied. “Desperate to know why a CID officer was walking beside my woman like he belonged there.”

Aarvik’s eyes sparkled—something between pity and defiance.

“She doesn’t belong to you.”

Anirudh stood slowly, letting that statement hang in the air like a loaded gun.

He circled Aarvik like a wolf sizing up another predator.

“You’re good,” he admitted, voice dropping into something colder. “No official tracks. No reports. Not even a damn fingerprint in the entire system.”

He leaned close to Aarvik’s ear. “But you made one mistake.”

Aarvik turned his head slightly.

Anirudh smiled. “You touched what’s mine.”

The CID officer laughed under his breath. Even chained, his presence was formidable.

“And you think kidnapping me is your victory?” Aarvik challenged.
“You have no idea who you’ve tied to a chair.”

Anirudh’s eyes gleamed. “Oh, I know exactly who I’ve tied.”

He turned to face him fully now.

“Aarvik Rastogi. Senior CID. Operates off-grid. Specializes in covert surveillance and… damage control. Likes to work alone. Cold, clean, and surgical.”

He tilted his head. “Impressive file, really.”

Aarvik’s smirk returned. “Then you also know I don’t break.”