Saiyaara -V2
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INSIDE MNC TECH OFFICE - 23RD FLOOR - NIGHT
A sleek, modern workspace. Rows of cubicles glow under warm white lights. Rain taps relentlessly on the glass windows lining the far wall, blurring the Mumbai skyline beyond.
It's past 9 PM. The usual office buzz is long gone ,chairs are empty, monitors dark. But one cubicle, lit up like an island, holds VAANI BATRA, hunched slightly forward, lost in her application.
Her fingers race across the keyboard, silver metallic bangles softly clinking as they move - a sound that fills the quiet air like a lullaby. Her brows furrow. An error again. Her mouse hand clenches slightly, her phone wedged between shoulder and ear as she speaks to her roommate.
"I'll try to leave as soon as possible. Yeah, I know the weather's bad and I should've been home by now, but you know how our onsite lead is , everything's urgent for him. Sometimes I feel like when he can't meet his own deadlines, he puts all the pressure on us instead."
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He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆
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