The mansion was cloaked in silence, broken only by the faint crackle of the fireplace. Rudra Malhotra and Jaish sat opposite each other on the velvet sofa, the heavy air between them carrying an unspoken authority. No servants lingered, no distractions dared enter, the room belonged only to them.

“You’ll attend this meeting.”

Rudra’s voice was calm, steady, yet it carried the weight of command.

At the sound, Jaish lifted his gaze from the papers in his hand, eyes narrowing at Rudra. “Why aren’t you going yourself? If it’s as important as you say, shouldn’t you be there?” His tone was sharp, edged with the intensity he rarely hid from Rudra.

Rudra leaned back, unbothered, his dark eyes locked on Jaish’s. “Precisely because it’s important, I want you there. I could send anyone but I’m choosing you.”

The words hung heavy in the air.

Jaish exhaled, shaking his head with a half-smirk of disbelief. “Sometimes, I don’t understand you.”

Rudra chuckled softly at the remark, a rare curve of amusement on his lips. Jaish, however, had already looked back down, burying himself in the documents again as though the conversation were finished.

But Rudra didn’t mind. He never did. For him, Jaish wasn’t just an associate, he was family, a brother in every sense that mattered. Loyalty bound them, a thread neither of them had ever broken.

As ordered by Rudra, Jaish arrived at the restaurant for the meeting. This wasn’t new for him, he often sealed deals here, the elegant setting masking the dangerous undertones of his business.

Seated across from his associate, Jaish spoke in his usual firm tone, discussing numbers and terms with practiced ease. Yet midway through, something outside the glass wall caught his attention.

A line of sleek, expensive cars rolled up to the building across the street. Their engines purred low and dangerous, the kind of sound that made men like Jaish instinctively stiffen. He leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing, studying them carefully.

Confusion flickered across his face, but alertness quickly followed. Their enemies never wasted a chance to strike, and every move had to be calculated.

“We’ll end it here,” Jaish said curtly, cutting the meeting short. His associate, knowing better than to argue, nodded quickly.

Jaish rose, adjusting his coat, and strode out of the restaurant. The night air was thick with tension, but he didn’t slow his pace. Slipping into his car, he started the engine with a sharp turn of the key and drove off without a second glance.

Unaware.

Unaware that hidden in the shadows of his car’s backseat, Aarya held her breath, her heart hammering in her chest.

Aarya had no idea where life was dragging her. She thought she had escaped one nightmare, only to stumble straight into another. What a luck?

She mentally cursed herself for her foolishness. But curses couldn’t turn back time, and regrets couldn’t rewrite choices.

Now she was trapped, locked inside a stranger’s car with no way out. Her breath quickened as reality sank in. Was this the start of a new beginning… or the curse that would turn her world upside down?

Jaish drove fast, his hands tight on the wheel. Rudra had called, and when Rudra called, delays weren’t an option. The mansion wasn’t far, but he pushed the car harder, determined to reach as quickly as possible.

The tires screeched to a halt in the vast parking lot. The sudden stop jolted Aarya, her heart skipping a beat. She held her breath as Jaish stepped out without a glance back and walked away.

Silence.

Carefully, she pushed the car door open, peeking out before slipping onto the pavement. Her eyes darted left and right. The parking lot was enormous, shadows stretching long against the polished stone walls. Now’s my chance, she thought, desperate to vanish before anyone noticed.

But just as she turned to run, her feet froze. Her body went rigid, a chill coursing down her spine.

They were already there.

Jaish stood a few steps away, flanked by several men. His expression was unreadable, cold and sharp, eyes locked on her. That piercing gaze made her tremble where she stood, her breath catching in her throat.

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Another sleek black car rolled to a stop in front of the grand mansion. The atmosphere shifted instantly. When Rudra stepped out, his very presence commanded attention. His aura was so sharp, so heavy, that the guards straightened at once, their eyes downcast in respect. Without sparing anyone a glance, Rudra strode inside with long, purposeful steps.

“What happened?” he demanded the moment he entered, his voice deep and authoritative. His eyes fell on Jaish.

“There’s a problem,” Jaish replied quickly, his tone clipped. “A girl.”

The words hung in the air.

They were mafias, rulers of an empire built on power and fear. But there was one unspoken rule, they never dragged women or children into their matters, not unless forced. Innocents were never touched for pleasure or authority. But anyone foolish enough to cross them, anyone who stumbled into their business, was taught a brutal lesson. No one dared to provoke them, and if they did… the punishment reminded the world who the rulers truly were.

“How the fu*k did a girl get here?”

Rudra's voice rose, low but sharp, echoing his frustration across the hall.

“I swear, I don’t even know how she ended up in my car,” Jaish said quickly, his jaw tight. “She was in the backseat. What if she’s a spy, Rudra? What if someone sent her to keep tabs on us? I couldn’t just let her walk away just because she is a little girl, not without knowing what the hell she was doing in my car, or what her motives were.”

He let out a long sigh, his tone a mix of irritation and unease.

“Where is she now?”

Rudra asked, the question came calmer this time, though his eyes darkened, the calmness more dangerous than his earlier outburst.

“I was figuring out what to do with her… but honestly, when I saw her, she didn’t look dangerous.” His voice softened for a brief moment as the memory came back. “If anything, she looked terrified… like she didn’t even know how she got caught in the middle of this mess.”

“Innocent faces and trembling voices don’t mean they aren’t harmful,” Rudra said, his tone flat, like a man stating an undeniable fact of life.

“I know. That’s why I locked her in the basement.” Jaish said it calmly, far too calmly for the situation, like it was just another task checked off his list.

Rudra’s eyes narrowed. “Good. Now, dig up every single detail about her. I don’t care how small, background, family, connections, everything. Don’t miss anything. Got it?”

Rudra's voice was sharp, leaving no room for disobedience.

Without waiting for an answer, Rudra turned on his heel, his footsteps heavy and deliberate as he strode toward the basement. his steps echoing in the vast hall like a warning bell.

“Got it,” Jaish muttered, his voice clipped, though his eyes lingered on Rudra’s back, already planning how to carry out the order.

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Aarya’s body felt unbearably heavy, as if she were sinking into the depths of a dark ocean with no one there to hold her, no one to whisper that she wasn’t alone. Her eyelids weighed like iron, refusing to lift. She tried to fight it, but a chilling thought pressed against her mind—Am I dying?

No. She couldn’t die. Not like this. But then again… what reason did she have to live? To be sold off to some wealthy family like a possession, like a commodity stripped of worth? Death almost seemed like a better option compared to that fate.

With excruciating effort, her eyes fluttered open. A dim light pierced her vision, yet it felt searing, forcing her to squeeze them shut again. Slowly, painfully, she allowed her sight to adjust. The blurred shapes around her sharpened into shadowed walls and cold stone.

Her body screamed with pain. Every limb, every muscle throbbed as if she had been beat

en to death. She tried to shift, to sit straighter, and that was when the realization struck.

She wasn’t just weak. She was bound.

Ropes dug into her wrists and ankles, holding her fast against the chair. Panic licked at her throat as she scanned the room, her breath quickening. Nothing made sense. No windows. No warmth. Just emptiness and the dull ache of her body.

How… how did I end up here?

Fragments of memory began to stir in Aarya’s mind—blurred, broken images flashing in pieces she could barely hold onto. Being sold. Running for her life. The orphanage gates behind her as she fled, lungs burning, heart hammering. The cramped suffocation of hiding in the back of a car. And then, faces. Men. Their hands dragging her away.

That was how she had ended up here. Only God knew where she was. She had been running to save her life, and yet… she might have run straight into something far worse.

Her breathing grew shallow, unsteady, her chest rising and falling with a tremor she couldn’t control. She wasn’t fully conscious, her body still weak, her mind hazy but she was awake enough to make sense of the silence pressing in on her.

Then—

A sound.

It came from nearby, sharp enough to slice through the stillness. Her head whipped around, eyes darting across the room, searching desperately for the source. Nothing. Just shadows and the faint yellow glow of a single bulb that barely kept the darkness at bay.

She was alone. Completely alone.

Or so she thought.

Her gaze froze on a massive, old wooden shelf leaning against the far wall. It trembled, groaning as if its weight was too much for its rotting legs to bear. The longer she stared, the more it shifted. Tilting. Threatening.

Her heart stopped. If it fell, it would crash down right where she sat, ropes binding her helpless in the chair. One blow and her fragile body would be crushed. There would be no escape, no chance to scream, no one to even notice.

No! Aarya’s eyes widened, tears pricking the corners. I can’t die here. Not like this.

“No… it can’t happen. I can’t die here…” she whispered, trembling, her voice so faint it was almost swallowed by the dark.

Aarya’s wrists burned as she twisted them against the rough rope, her movements desperate, frantic. The cords cut into her skin, but she didn’t stop, she couldn’t stop. That shelf was trembling harder with every passing second, its groan deepening, like the walls themselves were warning her of what was about to happen. If it fell, she would be crushed before she could even scream.

Her breath came out ragged, each inhale sharp, each exhale trembling. She forced her hands to move faster, tugging, jerking, twisting against the rope. It wasn’t tied tightly, almost carelessly. As if they knew she couldn’t escape even if she tried. As if they were mocking her weakness, certain of their power over her.

Her eyes darted again to the shelf, the heavy mass swaying dangerously, threatening to collapse at any moment. A whimper escaped her lips, but she bit it back, shaking her head furiously as she pulled at her bonds.

You’ve got this, girl. You can do it. You can’t die here like this. Yes, you can do it.

The rope slipped slightly under her sweaty palms. Her pulse quickened. Almost… almost there.

Encouraging herself, Aarya finally felt the rope loosen. A flicker of relief touched her lips, a small, trembling smile but it vanished the very next second. A deep creak split the silence. Her eyes shot upward.

The shelf was falling.

Her breath hitched in her throat. Anxiety, panic, and sheer terror slammed into her all at once. The world seemed to slow, every second stretching endlessly as the massive wooden structure tipped forward, casting a dark shadow over her.

Instinct took over. Without thinking, without even understanding how, somehow her hands tore free from the rope. Her body surged to its feet, weak but driven by a desperate force, gathering all the strength she had left in her weak body. She stumbled, then bolted forward, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst.

Behind her, the shelf crashed down with a deafening roar, splintering the chair into pieces. The same chair she had been tied to only moments ago. If she had hesitated, if she had been even a heartbeat slower, she would have been buried beneath it, nothing more than another forgotten body in that dark basement.

She managed to escape, but not far enough. The crashing shelf splintered behind her, and sharp fragments of broken wood cut across her skin as they flew. She flinched but couldn’t stop, her wide terrified eyes locked on the sight of the chair being crushed beneath the weight of the fallen shelf.

She was running looking behind, and then she collided with something or rather someone.

Her body struck against a firm chest, the impact forcing the breath from her lungs. Before she could lift her head to see who it was, dizziness swept over her like a tide. Her vision blurred, her surroundings dimming into a haze. The deafening noises around her dulled, fading into a muffled silence.

The last thing she felt before darkness swallowed her was the strength of two arms closing around her, holding her steady, refusing to let her fall. A faint, rich scent lingered in the air, warm, grounding, unmistakably someone she didn't know. Through the blur, she caught only the blur glimpse of a face she couldn’t quite see, a fleeting shadow she would never forget.

And then, everything went black.

She never saw the face. She never knew who it was that saved her from falling. All that lingered in her fading memory was the rich, commanding scent that clung to him, and the strength of two strong arms wrapped firmly around her, that kept her from hitting the ground. Only that, and nothing more, was all she remembered.

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