The truth hit Aisha with the force of a physical blow: the man before her was a tyrant, a beautiful, devastating predator hiding in plain sight.
She wasn't scared so much as furious. Her fear was quickly being replaced by a defiant heat.
​Siddharth Raichand closed the distance between them, his movement silent and deliberate, forcing her to look up into his face.
The air grew still, heavy with his silent command.
​"The money for your sister is secured," he stated, his voice a low, compelling sound. "Now, the debt is owed to me."
​Aisha didn't back away. She stood her ground, her jaw tight. "I delivered your package. My obligation is complete. You bought my service, not my servitude."
​He reached out, his hand moving quickly, and his long, cold fingers cupped the side of her neck, tilting her head back slightly.
His touch was an icy brand, yet held a strange, magnetic pull. Aisha felt her pulse race wildly beneath his thumb.
You don't know "little bird" ,
​He leaned in, his imposing height overwhelming her You owed me a debt.
His suit smelled of rich sandalwood and power. She felt the urge to push him away, but the sheer force of his charismatic presence kept her rooted, sparking a terrifying, unwanted curiosity.
​"You call this a transaction? This is holding a life hostage," she challenged, her voice strained but steady.
​"I call this destiny," he corrected, his gaze intense, sweeping over her features before locking onto her eyes.
"Your fierce love for her is a rare quality, and I claim the source. You are bound to me by that loyalty, and in return, I will give you safety and luxury."
​He shifted, his body now angled fully toward hers, leaving almost no space between them. His eyes, though lacking any supernatural glow for now, held an ancient, hypnotic depth. Don't worry your baby sister will be safe , under my protection.
Till then
​"You will reside here, Little bird .He commanded
And remember not to fall for me..........And if you fall for me by mistake Jaana I will fall harder ...and hardest.......for you" he said in his husky voice.
​The intimacy of the declaration shocked her. He saw the flicker of confusion, the unwelcome hint of attraction rising above her anger, and his lips curved into a slow, predatory smile.
​"I will not be your in control," she shot back, forcing herself to maintain eye contact.
Main apki koi property nahi hoon Mr. Raichand....Jo aap mujhe control karenge.......Or rahi baat Diya ki treatment ki to main apko apke paise kaise bhi kar ke de dungi.
​Siddharth's grip tightened subtly on her neck, a possessive claim, not a threat of harm.
​"I don't seek control, little bird.
Control you? No... I could never. You're not a thing to be owned - you're a rare person.
"You think I want control, Love? No... I crave something far deeper. Your fear, your fire, your heartbeat - they sing to me. You can fight me all you want, but every time you defy me, you pull me closer."
(He takes a slow step closer, his eyes filled with darkness)
"Keep your money, keep your pride... I only want your trust. That's worth more to me than all the blood I've ever taken."
BLOOD? SHE THOUGHT ....
​He finally released her neck, the loss of his cold touch leaving her skin surprisingly chilled. He took a single step back, allowing the air to rush in, and gestured to a door that had silently opened.
​"You will follow my attendant to your new suite. You are safe. You are cared for. And you are mine."
​Aisha stood rigid, her breath catching. She felt utterly exposed, yet a strange, burning seed of curiosity that "Who is he? He doesn't seems like a normal human , his eyes , his skin and the glow he carry in his face.....And why he talking about blood.
Blood I've ever taken .... is baat kya Matlab hua?
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She had lost her freedom, but she realized with a strange clarity that she might be the only person in this city who dared to challenge its undisputed king.
She turned, her back straight, and walked toward her gilded prison. She thought "Why I m here? What he wants from me"?
He stood there and watched her dissappear in the dark corridor.
A faint smirk formed on his lips he whispered "welcome jaana" You're here coz I was waiting for you..... I want you. Little bird.
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