The door burst open, and Shivansh stood there. His hand was covered in blood, and blood streaks marked his face, making him look terrifyingly still. "Take your clothes off," he ordered coldly, his voice sharp with rage. "What?" I whispered, my mind refusing to understand his words. He stepped closer until my back slammed into the wall. His grip tightened around my arms, sharp pain ripping a gasp from me. He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear, close enough that I could feel his anger shaking through him. "I said, remove your fucking clothes, Aarohi," he whispered, anger trembling in his voice. One look at his eyes told me everything. He knows about him. --------------------------------------------------------