Heer’s eyes grew wide as she stared at Vardan, who sat casually across from her. There was something in his expression, a wild unpredictability, that made her heart skip a beat. Honestly, he seemed utterly crazy, yet oddly fascinating, and she couldn’t tear her gaze away.

Heer’s heart pounded as she realized her kurti had just been torn, leaving her in nothing but her bra. Panic surged through her—how could she possibly step out onto the street like this?

Vardan’s eyes locked onto hers once again, unwavering and intense. Then he spoke, his voice slicing through the air—cold, sharp, and commanding. “Get out of here.”

The words struck Heer like ice, sending a shiver racing down her spine. It felt as though icy fingers had crept into every bone of her body, making her tremble uncontrollably. She could hardly move, paralyzed by the sheer force of his gaze and the chilling authority in his tone. Every instinct screamed at her to run, yet she found herself rooted to the spot, caught between fear and fascination.

Heer’s lips trembled, but she forced herself to speak, her voice barely steady. “How am I supposed to go out like this?”

Vardan’s reply was curt, almost ruthless, his tone devoid of any sympathy. “This is not my headache.”

Heer’s heart raced as her mind scrambled for a way out. Every second felt like an eternity, and the street outside seemed impossibly far. She glanced around, desperate for some cover, some escape, but there was nothing—just the open road and Vardan’s piercing gaze. Her fingers clutched at the torn fabric, wishing for a miracle, any way to make herself decent before stepping out. Fear tangled with frustration, and for the first time, Heer felt completely powerless—trapped not just by circumstance, but by Vardan’s chilling indifference.

Vardan watched her struggle, his expression unreadable, almost predatory in its calm. There was no hurry in him, no sign of sympathy—just that cold, piercing stare that made Heer’s chest tighten. He leaned back slightly, crossing his arms, as if enjoying the small torment he was inflicting. “I said get out,” he repeated, his voice low and steady, but each word carried a weight that pressed down on her, making the air around them feel heavier. Heer felt trapped, every instinct screaming to flee, yet she couldn’t ignore the force of his presence—it was like standing at the edge of a cliff, both terrified and unable to move.

Vardan’s gaze lingered on her chest, his eyes dark with unrestrained lust. He knew Heer wouldn’t be able to step out of the car—not like this.

Inside, Heer frantically searched the car for anything, anything at all, that could cover her and make her presentable enough to go outside. But no matter where she looked, there was nothing—no cloth, no scarf, nothing that could save her from the unbearable exposure. Panic and frustration clawed at her chest as she realized just how trapped she was, every second amplifying her helplessness under his watchful, intense stare.

Heer couldn’t find anything in the car to cover herself. She looked at Vardan, her voice trembling as she whispered, “I… I can’t go out like this.”

“Get out of the car,” Vardan said again, his tone sharp and unyielding.

“I… I can’t,” Heer repeated, her eyes beginning to glisten with tears. It was clear—this was Vardan’s car, and he could make her get out if he wanted. She was completely powerless, unable to do anything, trapped by the cold authority in his gaze.

So how do you plan to get out, then?” Vardan asked. Heer’s eyes stayed fixed on his face—still cold and unyielding—but she felt completely trapped. Helpless, she lowered her head like an innocent child.

Vardan lifted her chin gently with a finger. “I can buy you some new clothes… but I have one condition,” he said, his tone calm yet commanding.

Heer’s heart skipped a beat. Her eyes widened, and she instinctively took a small step back, though the confined space of the car left her little room to move. “Condition?” she whispered, her voice barely steady, fear and curiosity warring within her.

Vardan’s gaze softened just slightly, but the intensity didn’t fade. “Yes,” he said slowly, each word deliberate. “You’ll have to trust me. Only then will you get what you need.”

Heer’s chest tightened. She wanted to resist, to argue, but deep down, she knew she had no choice. Every instinct told her to flee, yet the reality of her situation left her frozen—trapped between fear, helplessness, and the strange, compelling pull of his authority.

Heer looked at his face, her heart racing. Vardan’s gaze swept over her chest calmly, his tone icy yet composed as he said, “I’ll put it on you myself.”

The chill in his voice made Heer’s blood boil. For a fleeting moment, every instinct screamed at her to strike back, and she felt an overwhelming urge to slap him. Yet the confined space of the car and his unyielding presence left her frozen, caught between fear and defiance.

Heer’s throat ached, but she looked away, swallowing her fear. What choice did she really have? Vardan hadn’t given her any options—he had commanded, making it feel as though compliance was the only possibility.

Before she could say anything, Vardan’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and cold: “If you’re not going to do it, then get out of my sight—right now.”

Heer’s chest tightened. The weight of his words, combined with the confined space and his unyielding presence, left her feeling utterly trapped, every instinct screaming to resist, yet powerless to act.

Heer’s mind raced. Every fiber of her being wanted to rebel, to defy him—but the reality of the situation pressed down on her like a heavy weight. The confined space of the car, Vardan’s unwavering gaze, and the sharpness in his voice left her feeling cornered, with no escape.

Her pride screamed at her to resist, yet her fear reminded her how powerless she truly was. She took a shaky breath, forcing herself to calm down, to think. If she left now, she would lose any chance of control over the situation. And yet… obeying him felt unbearable.

Finally, with her heart hammering in her chest, Heer lowered her gaze and whispered softly, almost to herself, “I… I have no choice.”

Vardan’s eyes gleamed ever so slightly, recognizing the resignation in her tone. He knew she was trapped—but that didn’t mean he would make it easy.

Vardan listened to her words, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he continued to stare at Heer. Without a word, he sent a quick message to the driver and then leaned closer toward her.

Heer’s eyes welled up with tears, but she refused to let them fall. She was stubborn, determined not to break in front of him. Every nerve in her body screamed from the tension and fear, yet she held her composure, holding back the tears that threatened to escape.

Vardan’s gaze never wavered, his smirk hinting at the control he held over the situation. “Still holding back, are you?” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, though edged with authority.

Heer swallowed hard, her chest tight, and forced herself to nod slightly, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry. Every instinct in her screamed to pull away, to run, yet the confined space of the car made escape impossible.

Vardan leaned even closer, so that the faint scent of his presence filled the small space. Heer’s heart raced, but she stiffened, planting her hands firmly on her lap, trying to assert the little control she could. She would not let herself break—not here, not now

Heer pressed herself tightly against the car door, trying to make herself as small and invisible as possible. Vardan placed his hands on either side of her, trapping her between him and the car.

She could only tilt her head slightly, staring up at him, frozen under his intense gaze. The confined space left her no room to move, and every instinct screamed at her to escape—but there was nowhere to go. Vardan’s calm control made her chest tighten, leaving her caught in a mix of fear, tension, and helplessness.

Still holding back your tears? Tsk… you’re so helpless. Look at how completely trapped you are. Must be making you want to kill me, isn’t it?” Vardan said, his tone cold yet teasing, his eyes never leaving hers.

Heer’s chest tightened, her mind screaming at her to resist, yet every instinct told her she couldn’t move. The weight of his words, combined with the confined space, left her trembling—caught between fear, anger, and the unbearable tension of the moment.

Before Vardan could say another word, the car came to a sudden stop. Without hesitation, he pulled Heer close, draping his coat over her shoulders to shield her. Holding her firmly by his side, he stepped out of the car, leaving the confined space behind.

Together, they walked into the bustling mall, Heer still tense and alert, every instinct on edge, but unable to escape his grip. The noise and movement around them contrasted sharply with the charged, intimate tension that had filled the car just moments before.