Aisha fresh n up as soon as he left and had a shower.

She walked toward what she assumed was a closet, pushing open a massive mirrored door.

​The closet was a small boutique. Racks of designer clothes, neatly labeled, shelves of shoes, and a drawer specifically dedicated to toiletries that smelled expensive and subtle.

Everything in her size, her preferred styles, anticipating every need.

​It was the most luxurious prison uniform she could imagine.

Aisha dressed quickly, choosing a simple white cotton shirt and jeans from the impeccably stocked closet.



she refused to put on the designer clothes of her cage.
The vast, sterile suite offered little comfort, but the sheer urgency of her situation-Diya's life, her freedom-propelled her forward.

​Following a subtle arrow displayed on the wall-mounted screen near the door, she found her way to the dining area.

​It was a panoramic alcove, all floor-to-ceiling glass, offering the same dizzying view that had haunted her in her suite.

A small table, exquisitely set for two, stood in the center.

​Siddharth was already there, seated at the head of the table, his posture regal and relaxed.

He had changed into dark, flawlessly tailored trousers and a light gray cashmere sweater that emphasized the unnatural breadth of his shoulders.

He looked every bit the billionaire enigma, yet his presence was overwhelmingly intimate.

​He gestured toward the chair opposite him. "Sit, Little bird. The coffee is perfect this morning."

​She approached the table slowly, resisting the urge to race back to the security of the bedroom.

The air around him was cold, yet her skin felt hot.

Hey bhagwan kaha fasa diya hai aapne
She thought.
Ye kutta dekh toh aise raha hai jaise kaat hi lega.

Kya Hua? Jaana , he said in whisky tone. Sit. (What happened? Dear)

​"Don't worry," he said, a faint, almost mocking smile touching his lips. "I won't bite.
Not without an invitation."

Aisha watched him with wide eyes
How did he know what I'm thinking?

​Aisha sat down, her back ramrod straight. "Let's skip the games, Mr. Raichand. You said we have things to discuss. Get to the point. What is the price?"

"Nice, little bird". he said being impressed by Aisha's attitude.

​He leaned slightly forward, resting an elbow on the table, instantly dissolving the space between them.

The proximity was immediate, intense, and suffocating.

​"The price, little bird ,it's simple, your life, live here, under my protection, entirely devoted to your well-being.

And to mine."

​He paused, his eyes holding hers with unnerving intensity.

​"Your sister's full recovery is guaranteed.

My team has identified a key immunological deficiency that previous doctors missed.

We've already begun an aggressive, cutting-edge treatment that will stabilize her within a week and put her on the path to full health within the month.

No expense is too great.

"She will live, Jaana. I promise you that."

​The relief that surged through her was so potent it was almost blinding. It was followed instantly by a crushing sense of entrapment.

​"And what do you want from me in return for this... miracle?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

​He reached across the table. She instinctively drew back, but he didn't touch her.

Instead, his fingers gently closed around the handle of her teacup, pulling it a mere inch closer to her place setting.

It was a gesture of dominance so subtle, so mundane, that it made her heart pound even harder.

​"I want you present with me everytime.

I want your attention, your fierce spirit, and your company.

You will share my meals, you will accompany me to certain, pre-approved events, and you will learn about the empire that now secures your life.

You are essential
And last but not the least ,"I want you with me".

​He lifted his hand from her cup, and his gaze dropped for a fraction of a second to her lips.

​"There are other things I want, of course," he murmured, his voice dipping low, a silken promise.

"Things that require a more... reciprocal engagement.
But that is for later. For when you are ready to acknowledge that your life, and your blood, are finally safe with me."

​Aisha felt a chill run down her spine, despite the warmth of the room. Her blood. It was a strange, specific word choice.

She thought"Ye Mere blood ke baare mein kyu bol rha hai"?.....Ye pagal hai kya?
Harkatein toh aise thik lag rahi hai
.....par muh kholte hi aisa lagta hai, Mano ki pagal khaane se bhaag ke aaya ho.

Huh.... Dracula kahi ka. Daara ke rakha Hua hai. While making annoy face.

I don't know about everything, but last one is correct. He said in low tone with deep voice.

What ? Said Aisha ..what are u talking about?

Huh ...nothing little bird ...he said with a faint smile.

​" Talking about the contract, an agreement," she changed the topic, trying to steady her breathing. "But you haven't mentioned a duration."

​He finally smiled again, a triumphant, cold, and utterly devastating expression.

​"There is no duration, Jaana," he said, resting his hand flat on the cool marble tabletop, his dark eyes glittering.

"You are bound to me. You are mine. Our future is not a negotiation with an end date.

It is a new beginning."

​He pushed a glass of crimson liquid across the table to her-not juice, but something thick and dark.

​He leaned in, his proximity overwhelming her senses. He smelled of power and an icy, ancient restraint.

​"Drink this, Jaana. It's a nutrient tonic. You need it. You are beautiful, but you are still fragile."

​His proximity forced her to look only at him. She saw the unwavering intensity in his blue-tinged eyes, the almost painful restraint in the set of his jaw.

He was close enough to touch, to kiss, to consume her.

​"I won't be your prisoner," she declared, pushing the glass away with a trembling finger.

​"You are not," he countered, his voice soothing and absolute.
How can you be a prisoner when you are my Queen itself.

"You are mine, and I protect what is mine. And I'll never make you a prisoner

Every guard, every sensor, every wall of glass is here to keep the world out, because the world is a hungry, grasping place, and it would destroy the rare beauty I have finally claimed."

​He suddenly lifted his hand and pressed his thumb gently-almost tenderly-to the tense muscle of her jaw.

​"Stop fighting me, jaana. Just for this meal. Just for this hour. Accept the peace I am offering, and let me see your fierce eyes relax.

I know you are tired of struggling. Let me be your strength. Your refuge."

​His touch, though minimal, sent a wave of electric sensation through her. He was offering an undeniable safety, a respite from a life of exhausting worry, and for a terrifying moment, she felt the irresistible pull to lean into his touch.

​She lowered her gaze to the table, unable to hold his stare.

The silence stretched, thick with unspoken promises and ancient threats.

​She hated him.

But she desperately needed the safety he promised for Diya.

​With a shuddering breath, Aisha reached out and picked up the glass he had offered, her gaze never meeting his.

She brought the glass to her lips.
​Siddharth watched her, a dark, satisfied smirk finally stretching across his face.

​"Good girl," he murmured, a sound of deep, predatory contentment.

He then picked up his own cup, filled with a black, opaque liquid, and took a slow, deliberate sip, never breaking his focus on her.

"Now, let's discuss the social calendar.

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