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Aisha awoke to a silence that was even more oppressive than the heavy exhaustion she'd succumbed to.

The room was bathed in the cool, pre-dawn gray light filtering through the massive windows.

For a confused moment, she expected the dingy yellow walls of her old apartment, the smell of stale coffee, and the traffic noise.

​Instead, there was only the opulent, frightening quiet of Siddharth Raichand's penthouse.

​A glance at the nightstand tablet confirmed the attendant's promise-and her imprisonment.

A notification blinked: Diya Sharma, Daily Medical Update - 8:00 AM IST. It was 7:55 AM.

​Her head was throbbing. She was stiff, and the terror of her situation, which had been momentarily smothered by sleep, rushed back.
I have to find a way out.

​She swung her legs over the side of the bed, her bare feet sinking into a rug that felt like silk.

But suddenly she felt someone's presence around her.

Aisha froze, her heart instantly thundering against her ribs. She spun around, her eyes scanning the vast bedroom.

​Siddharth Raichand stood in the doorway, framed against the faint light of the outer suite. He wasn't wearing his suit.

He was dressed in a dark, open-collar silk shirt and tailored trousers, a look that somehow made him appear more dangerous, less a corporate titan and more... something ancient.

​She hadn't heard the door open, hadn't heard a single footstep. He was just there.

​"Good morning, My soon to be breakfast," he said, the low, rich baritone cutting through the silence.

The word, a casual term of endearment, felt like a brand......but the word breakfast hit her...His eyes, an impossible shade of blue in the dim light, were fixed entirely on her.

Breakfast....soon to be..she was all confused. She thought ...is he crazy.

A sudden reply from him ....No I'm not. that reply makes her shocked and she was seeing him with wide eyes.

​"What are you doing here Mr.Raichand?" Aisha's voice was a shaky whisper, but she forced herself to stand tall, refusing to flinch. She gripped the edge of the closet door behind her.

​He took a slow step into the room, and her breath hitched. The proximity was a physical force, a gravitational pull. He radiated a cold, overwhelming power that made her skin prickle.

​"I live here," Ye Mera ghar hai Jaana he replied simply, a faint, possessive curl to his lips. He watched her resistance with an unnerving patience. "I wanted to ensure you rested well. And I have a few things to clarify."

​He stopped about six feet away-close enough to feel the cold aura radiating from him, far enough that she couldn't bolt past him without risking a confrontation.

​"The attendant was quite clear. I'm not to leave," she countered, trying to inject some steel into her tone. "I don't need a clarification. I need a key."

​Siddharth let out a low, almost silent breath of what might have been amusement. He didn't move, but the intensity in his eyes deepened, making her feel utterly exposed, as though he could read the frantic beat of her heart.

​"You speak of keys and doors, little bird," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, becoming a velvet rasp that seemed to vibrate in her chest.

"But you are not imprisoned by a piece of metal. You are bound by a vow, and by a need greater than yourself. Your sister's life."

​He closed the remaining distance in a smooth, effortless motion that defied his size.
He was suddenly right in front of her.

Her heart hammered so violently it felt like it would tear free of her ribs.

Vampire. In front of his image (just imagine)

The word flashed, a nonsensical, terrified thought, then vanished, replaced by the reality of his stunning, chilling presence.

​His hand rose slowly, a gesture of terrible grace, and rested lightly on the side of her neck, his thumb brushing the erratic pulse point beneath her jaw.

The skin-on-skin contact was startlingly cold, like polished marble, a stark contrast to the rush of heat that flooded her own body in reaction.

​"Tell me what you feel, Aisha," he commanded, his eyes boring into hers. There was a raw, undeniable hunger in his gaze that had nothing to do with her fear, and everything to do with her. "Is it only hatred for your captor?"

​She couldn't speak, could only meet his gaze, utterly paralyzed by the storm of emotions he elicited-fear, fury, and that terrible, unwanted magnetism that was a betrayal of everything she stood for.

"Bolo na Jaana"... hmm... he said in his husky, deep voice.
​He leaned in, his lips just centimeters from her ear, the warmth of his breath shockingly absent.

​"You hate that I have control," he whispered, the words slipping into her mind like a dark promise. "But you will learn that my control is absolute safety.

It is the finest care for your sister. It is the end of fear, the end of struggling. Just give into it."

​He drew back slightly, his thumb pressing down, not hurting her, but utterly dominating her. "I felt that defiance last night," he said, his voice a low, dark growl. "I love it.

But understand this, I can hear every beat of your heart, Jaana. I can feel the very blood rushing beneath my thumb. You are mine to protect, mine to keep.

And when you finally surrender, it won't be to a prison-it will be to me."

​He removed his hand, and the sudden loss of his contact left her shaking. The cold lingered on her skin.

​"Your update is on the tablet. Read it," he ordered, his tone suddenly reverting to the detached executive. "You will see that Diya has already been moved to our facility. Better care, better prognosis. Cooperation, Little bird. It's that simple."

STOP CALLING ME WITH THAT FU'KING NICK NAMES. She shouted.
My name is Aisha Sharma....okay.
I would prefer you to say that.

He took a pause for few seconds.

He said with a smirk "Okay"
"My Little pigeon".

Aisha looked him angrily and rolled off her eyes.

​With a final, intense look that promised future encounters, he turned and melted back into the shadows of the outer suite, leaving her alone once more.

The door clicked shut with that same heavy finality, and Aisha finally gasped for air, clutching her trembling throat.

​She didn't know what he was, but she knew he was not going to leave her.

And he had just claimed her.

He shouted from the end of the corridors and said ...get ready fast.

Breakfast is being prepared for you. ANGEL.

Aisha sat on the edge of the bed and thought who is this man? He is weird.
And how all of the sudden he came infront of me.

Something is wrong.

While in corridors

Siddharth murmured. Well, well,we'll little bird.
You are thinking to much about me.

Don't think about me so much.

Who knows now you are keeping me in your brain and suddenly you'll shift me in your Hea...

I REALLY WANT YOU JAANA.

Your Emily 💖
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