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He had a boy pinned to the wall, his grip unyielding, his knuckles taut with restrained violence. His eyes burned with rage.
"Try to say it again," he said, his voice filled with fury.
A fist slammed into the boy's jaw.
"Repeat it." His tone dropped dark, almost lethal.
He drew his hand back, ready to strike again but he stopped.
The faint sound of a pen hitting the floor echoed in the silence.
His gaze snapped toward it.
She was standing there looking straight into his eyes frozen at her place.
Her eyes locked with his, wide and unblinking, as if rooted to the spot. For a second, neither of them moved. Then, almost instinctively, she fumbled into her tote bag and pulled out her phone, her fingers trembling as she tried to call someone.
He moved instantly.
Step by step, he closed the distance between them. She retreated, her breaths shallow, until her back hit the wall. There was nowhere left to go.
Before she could react, he snatched the phone from her hand. Without breaking eye contact, he slipped it back into her tote bag and stepped away, creating some distance .
"Don't tell anyone about this, Ms. Choudhary," he said, his voice calm but his gaze dangerous.
"Forget what you saw." His gaze didn't waver.
" This won't end well. Don't poke your nose into my business . Okay? " He spoke straight looking into her eyes.