12 Bagian Sedang dalam proses "I hate you, Malik."
Kabeer leaned against the desk, watching her like a predator amused by its prey. "You've made that very clear, sweetheart."
"Don't call me that."
He smirked. "Why not? It suits you."
Her hands curled into fists. "Everything about you makes me sick."
"And yet..." He pushed off the desk, stepping closer, voice dropping to something almost soft. "You're still here."
Her pulse hammered in her throat. "Because I have no choice."
"You always have a choice, Raha Rathore." He studied her, dark eyes searching, as if looking for something. "You just don't like the answer."
She scoffed. "You think you know me?"
"I do." His voice was quiet, but there was something unsettling in it-something raw.
Raha took a slow breath. "You're a monster, Kabir."
He chuckled, shaking his head. "And you love reminding me."
"Because it's true."
Kabeer tilted his head, watching her with a look she couldn't quite place. "If it helps you sleep at night, then sure. Call me whatever you want."
Her jaw tightened. "One day, I'll destroy you."
Something flickered in his gaze-something unreadable. Then, a slow, dark smile curved his lips.
"Then I hope you take your time, sweetheart."
She turned to leave, but his next words stopped her cold.
"Because when I fall..." His voice was a whisper, laced with something almost... regretful. "I want it to be by your hands."