1 week ago................

“Smack!”

The crack of the slap echoed like a ghostly ripple through the street, silencing the city’s noise for a heartbeat.

Eyes turned, whispers froze, and yet it felt as if the world had vanished, leaving only the two of them.

His gaze burned with something darker than anger, and hers—shaken yet unyielding—met it without flinching.

Heer stood in front of him, her frame steady in a pair of jeans and a short kurti, every line of her posture daring him to try and break her.

Her eyes—dark, unblinking—held his with a quiet defiance that sent an unsettling chill through the air.

There was no fear in her stance, only the sharp edge of truth she carried within herself.

And in that charged silence, it almost felt as though the clash between them was not just a moment, but the beginning of something dangerous—something neither of them could walk away from.

The slap cracked through the air.

He went still, towering over her, his tall frame making Heer’s smaller figure look almost fragile in front of him.

Slowly, his hand rose—not to strike, but to brush the sting on his cheek, as if savoring it.

Then he stepped closer, the space between them shrinking until his shadow loomed over her, shutting out the curious stares of the crowd.

His lips twisted into a dangerous smile, eyes burning with unsettling fascination.

“So small… yet you dare,” he whispered, his voice low and chilling. “I like that.”

Saying that, he bent lower, invading her space without hesitation.

His arm slid firmly around Heer’s waist, yanking her against him with such force that she gasped.

Before she could push back, his hand tangled in her hair, gripping the back of her head with ruthless possession.

And then his lips crushed against hers—not a kiss, but a mark, a brutal claim.

His other hand pressed hard into her waist, kneading with such cruel strength that pain shot through her body.

But against his towering frame, against his overpowering grip, Heer found herself trapped—unable to break free.

Gasps rippled through the crowd, yet no one stepped forward.

People stared—some in shock, some whispering—but their silence pressed heavier than the noise of the street.

Heer’s fists pounded weakly against his chest, her hands clawing at the grip on her waist, but he didn’t budge.

Her struggle only seemed to fuel the twisted smile playing on his lips as his hold tightened.

Her palms pushed, nails digging in, yet his towering body loomed unshaken, swallowing every attempt at resistance.

And still, his lips stayed on hers, not in affection, but in cruel possession.

Heer thrashed wildly as he yanked her toward the sleek, black car waiting at the curb.

Her boots scuffed against the pavement, hands clawing at his towering frame, but he moved with relentless precision, ignoring her muffled cries.

Her friend lunged forward, eyes blazing, ready to intervene.

Two guards instantly blocked her path, their arms firm and unyielding.

“Stay back!” one hissed, and the friend froze, powerless against the imposing men.

Inside the car, Heer kicked and twisted, slamming fists against his chest.

She tried to push him away, to wrench herself free, but his grip was ironclad, crushing every attempt with terrifying strength.

Her heart pounded, every gasp and struggle feeding the twisted obsession in his eyes.

Without breaking his hold, he shoved her into the backseat, sliding in after her as if the world outside had ceased to exist.

Heer slammed her fists against the locked door, her heart hammering as the car hummed along the empty road.

The partition slid up with a smooth, final click, cutting her off from the outside world.

She twisted, shoved, and kicked, trying desperately to escape, but his towering presence left her trapped.

He leaned in silently, his eyes fixed on her with a chilling intensity, every calculated movement radiating obsession.

Heer’s breath caught, panic clawing at her chest, but he said nothing—letting the silence, the unbroken tension, and his smothering closeness speak for him.

The street outside blurred into a muted world, leaving only the oppressive weight of him, and her struggle, contained in the suffocating confines of the car.

Heer thrashed violently in the backseat, twisting and pushing with all her might.

Every attempt to break free seemed futile against his unyielding hold.

She clawed at his chest, pulled at his arms, and even tried turning her face away, hoping her silent pleas might make him release her.

But he didn’t say a word, his gaze locked on hers with a cold, obsessive intensity.

No matter how much she struggled, he didn’t relent, leaving her trapped in the suffocating confines of the car, every heartbeat screaming for escape.

Vardan’s hand moved with ruthless force, and Heer’s kurti tore with a sharp rip, the sound cutting through the tense silence of the car.”

Vardan’s gaze was fixed on Heer, every movement deliberate and controlled.

His hand brushed close to her nevel, circling lightly—not to harm, but to assert his dominance, making her every motion painfully restricted.

Heer twisted, shoved, and struggled, but his grip and the small space of the car kept her trapped.

The proximity of his hand to her nevel, and the unyielding pressure of his presence, made every heartbeat scream with tension and fear.

Silent, cold, and in total control, he left no doubt that she couldn’t escape, the moment suffocating with unspoken obsession.

In a desperate move, Heer bit down hard on his lips during the kiss.

The sharp pain made Vardan freeze, and for the first time, he had to loosen his grip and pull back.

Heer gasped for air, pushing herself slightly away, her heart hammering with both fear and defiance.

The car was filled with tense silence, each second stretching as she regained a small fraction of control.

Heer raised her hand again, ready to strike, her eyes blazing with defiance.

But Vardan was faster this time. He caught her wrist, pressing it firmly against his chest, holding her struggle in place.

His gaze was intense, almost hypnotic, and he moved his fingers deliberately along her arm, his obsession clear in every slow, controlled gesture.

A chilling smile spread across his face as he whispered, his voice low and unnervingly calm, “In hatho me bediya bohot khubsurat lagengi .”

Heer’s heart raced as she struggled against his unyielding grip, the car around them amplifying every tense, suffocating second.

Heer’s eyes widened in shock, her chest heaving as she tried to pull her wrist free.

Her heart raced, every fiber of her body screaming to escape, but his grip was unrelenting.

She kicked, twisted, and shoved, desperate to break away, yet each attempt only seemed to amuse him further.

Gritting her teeth, she glared at him, the fire in her gaze daring him to underestimate her—refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her broken.

Heer spat angrily, “Pagal ho tum!”

Vardan’s eyes narrowed, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his face.

“tum nahi aap ,” he said, his voice low and commanding, every syllable dripping with control, making it clear that defiance wouldn’t be tolerated.

Heer stared at him in disbelief, her gaze sharp and wary.

With a single finger, Vardan tilted her chin upward, forcing her to look at him.

“Get out. Leave my car, now,” he said, his voice low, cold, and commanding.

Hearing his words, Heer’s eyes widened, a mix of shock and unease washing over her.

Heer froze, realizing she couldn’t get out.

Her kurti had torn during the struggle, making the thought of stepping outside unbearable.

Her eyes widened in panic as Vardan’s gaze bore into hers, cold and unyielding, the confined car leaving her trapped and vulnerable.

“That’s it for today. We’ll meet in a new chapter tomorrow. Please don’t miss it, and make sure to like it!”