𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝟏𝟖: 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥

A D H V I K's
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She deserved it.

That was the only thought pounding in my head as I pressed the gun to the back of her skull.

Because I wasn’t going to let her become their prey.

It was almost infuriating how she had this unshakable talent for walking straight into danger, as if she’d made a sport of it.

And this time, she'd managed to find the worst of them all.

If only there wasn't worse waiting ahead. The kind she’d never be able to claw her way out of.

Right now, my strongest urge was to skip the theatrics — no pointing, no warning, no words. Just one pull of the trigger.

And aim at my brother.

I will. For sure some day.

But instead, I focused on what mattered — owning the scene.

"Put that gun down, Oberoi!" that bastard barked, his voice taut, his wrinkled face even uglier when it twisted in fear.

My other arm slid around the throat of the woman— stupid, reckless, infuriatingly oversmart — pulling her hard into my chest.

The gun shifted to her temple. I felt the slight tremor in her body, the rapid thud of her pulse under my hand.

I wondered if she even understood how real this was.

I made sure she looked it. A living hostage, death just a breath away.

Then I raised my eyes to him. "One more word," I said, my voice flat as stone, "and I swear on every life here, I’ll shoot."

It wasn’t a bluff.

If I wasn't going to be able to get her out of this place, I'd kill her.

Because handing her to some other bastard was never going to be a part of my plans.

He stood quiet. Calculating, of course.

It was about his pride.

Winning the damn bet and still not getting it.

That too after twenty-seven years.

Threatening his life wouldn't be worth a damn — not like Yuvaansh and Maira tried.

Killing someone here would create a nuisance no one could crawl out of.

But her — the life I held at gunpoint — she wasn’t part of any society or any mob.

Sadly, one could kill her and wouldn’t even have to bother hiding her body.
The servants would handle it.

I looked toward Yuvaansh, and as if he had only been standing there to catch my eyes once, he disappeared into the crowd.

The rest stayed. Watching. Waiting.

I turned back to Vaghela — the man who had just ruined his own life with those one thousand and one crores. He still hadn’t moved.

Of course.
It was twenty-seven years of waiting. He wasn’t about to let it slip.

I sighed, finally letting my eyes find the smartest woman here.

She’d stopped shaking. But my gun was still pressed to her temple.
I leaned down, close enough for her to feel my breath.

"Be scared, little hunter," I murmured, my voice low enough to sink straight into her bones. "Because I really will pull this trigger if that motherfu*ker doesn’t do exactly what I say."