A R M A A N

As I entered my room, my phone began to ring. Answering the call, Shourya's voice came through, sounding frustrated. "Dude, it's getting so hard to find that girl."

"Which girl?"

"Oh, come on! Your One Night Stand! Forgot about her?" Shourya's words hit me like a slap, making me realize that the girl I had been searching for day and night had slipped from my mind, all because of Ayesha?

Anger boiled within me. This girl was clouding my thoughts?

"Hello? Armaan, are you there?" Shourya's voice broke through my thoughts.

"I'll call you back" and snapped, hanging up without waiting for a response. With frustration mounting, I hurled my phone onto the bed.

"I hate this girl." I muttered under my breath, consumed by frustration.

After A While-

"Julia, Julia!" My voice echoed through the room, making Julia jump as she approached me.

"Yes, sir? What happened?"

"Where is that girl?"

"W-Which girl, sir?"

In a fit of anger, I spat out, "Ayesha!"

"Sir, she just went to her room."

"In which room did she stay?"

"Sir, she stayed in the newly renovated guest room!" Julia replied nervously.

Upon hearing this, I stormed towards Ayesha's room.

I was wearing a black shirt with sleeves rolled up to my elbows and jeans.

T H I R D   P E R S O N

Ayesha had already entered her room. She took out a top from her cupboard and started changing in her room.

When she used to live in Mumbai, there was no one there except her mother, so she used to freely change clothes in her room without any embarrassment.

And here too, she started changing her clothes freely. But she forgot that she was not at her home anymore.

Ayesha was still wet, her long damp hair hanging down to her waist. She was standing with her back towards the door, and she first took off her top, making her black bra visible.

Meanwhile, Armaan, seething with anger, Straight Away Entered Ayesha's Room Without Knocking On The Door.

Just as Ayesha, who hadn't put on another top yet, heard the door opening, her body froze.

She immediately grabbed the top in her hand and pressed it against her breast, and as she turned around, she saw Armaan standing there, causing her to scream.

"AHHHHH!!!!!"

But it seemed like Armaan didn't gave a damn.

He locked the door behind him,

looking at Ayesha and went straight to her, placing his hand over her screaming mouth.

But Ayesha couldn't handle the pressure of Armaan's attacking hand, causing her steps to stagger, and she fell straight onto the bed, Bringing Armaan Down With Her.

(Sigh, Time Froze)

At that moment, the weight of Armaan's body was on top of Ayesha's. His hand was on Ayesha's mouth, and Ayesha's eyes widened, staring at him.

A R M A A N

For a brief moment, I found myself locked in her gaze..... Her watery and wide eyes.

Our faces were mere inches apart. Ayesha's pulse quickened, her confusion evident.

Damn! She's just fucking Beautiful.

How much more would I torment her in a single day?

"If You Scream Even By Mistake, Next Time I Won't Just Use My Hand To Silence You, But My Mouth," I said in a rough way, meeting her eyes with a steely gaze.

Her lips curled—not in fear, but irritation and she immediately snapped, "You're not irresistible enough to steal my voice."

Ohh! Some balls she has.

I raised a brow, amused because pulse told a different story.

I can sense her heart raced even faster at my words. But then, seems like she realized that in which condition and in which manner she was lying in front of me.

I mean of course, she was only in her Br'a, which was black in colour.

Yes, I noticed her br'a.

But I didn't let her realize that I already measured inch of her skin with just one sight.

Here, As she lay before me, I noticed her feeble attempt to push me away from her chest. But with effortless ease, I seized her delicate wrists with one hand, locking eyes with her.

"Ever since I met you, you've clouded my mind. Where I once held sway over my thoughts, you've now taken control for the first time. Take heed, darling. Don't even think about venturing into my territory in this mansion, and try to avoid crossing my path altogether, otherwise..."

As I spoke, I leaned in slightly, our noses brushing against each other.

"Otherwise, You'll Never Have The Chance To Regret It."

She didn't look away, though her lashes trembled she hissed, "You don't get to decide where I walk!!!"

Not a challenge, just the last bit of dignity she refused to drop. That made a slow smile pull at my lips.

"I do...."

And after saying this, with swift motion, I withdrew from Ayesha, leaving her startled on the bed, hastily covering herself with the blanket. Her reaction brought a smile to my face as I turned to leave.

But just as I reached the door, I couldn't resist a parting remark, "And next time, remember to lock the door before changing, otherwise, there's a chance that everyone's attention might be drawn to That Small Black Mole 9 Inches Below Your Neck On Your Back!"

She froze, fists clenching under the blanket, then spat back:  "Next time, don't enter a room that isn't yours."

This made me stop at the door, letting the silence stretch for a heartbeat. My eyes were cold, steady, unblinking. No one–not a single person–had ever dared speak to me like this. Especially girls. But her? This tiny, five-foot tornado of a girl... raising her voice at me. Ordering me around. In my 'own' house.

Fuck.

And for the first time in a long time, I felt... off balance. Just a little. Enough to make me... furious.

Without moving, I slowly turned my neck over my shoulders and growled, "If you want privacy..... earn it."

And with this, I left!

A Y E S H A

After making me feel like the ground could swallow me up, he left. His words engulfed me in embarrassment, causing my cheeks to burn with shame.

The mole, which I had never seen by myself in such a manner before, had caught the eye of a stranger?

I felt a wave of discomfort coursing through my entire body, and tears welled up in my eyes as he exited the room. I quickly wrapped the blanket around myself and approached the door, pressing my back against it for support.

"How could he be so rude? Who does he think he is? Manners are something that perhaps he doesn't have even a bit of! Oh, he just barged into my room without even knocking the door and tells me to stay away from him? Do I have any desire to go near this rude hitler? Such a indecent and disgusting person. I wish I used to abuse, then today I could have even cursed him atleast."

I seethed with angere at this moment, and then I remembered once again how he had seen me in such a condition today.

"He himself have no piece of manners and now he has the audacity to instruct me to stay away from him? As if I am dying for Him."

As I dwelled on the encounter, a wave of shame washed over me once more, compelling me to bury my face in my hands.

How would I ever face Him after this?

These mere thought sent my mind spinning with distress.

T H I R D   P E R S O N

Armaan sat in his Porsche on the driver's seat.

The image of Ayesha was not leaving his mind at all. He had stopped himself in front of her, but the truth was that he had gone crazy seeing the body he had meticulously sculpted. His breaths were coming very fast. He placed one hand on the steering wheel and then closed his eyes, resting his head on the car seat.

And now, the scene started to play in his eyes, which made Armaan restless.

Ayesha's fair back, with just a thin black strap, and above that, there was a small black mole that was doing the work of a mark on her apocalypse body.

He was going crazy.

But Armaan himself was unsuccessful to understand that how he could feel the same way for two girls at the same time?

It shouldn't be possible right?

But most of the time, with Ayesha, he was feeling the same touch that he felt on that night.

But HITLER Armaan, was completely unaware that this girl was the one he had put all his efforts into finding.

Armaan was caught up in his dilemmas when at that moment his phone rang. Hearing this, he opened his eyes, looked at the caller ID, unplugged the Bluetooth, and attended the call by putting the Bluetooth to his ear while starting the car and moving forward.

On the other end, it was Shourya on call, said, "Armaan, something very important has come to light about that girl?"

Hearing this, Armaan's body froze. He immediately said, "What did you find out?"

"We got some CCTV footage. Just come here quickly so that we can show you the footage!" Upon hearing Shourya's words, Armaan's heart raced.

"Okay!" Saying this, he hung the phone and then, placing one hand on the steering wheel, he exclaimed, "TIME TO CATCH YOU DARLING"

A R M A A N

I took a few hours' journey and arrived at a room in a hotel, where several guards of mine and my friend Shourya were already seated.

Shourya Khurana! He was no less in appearance. He was almost my age.

Shourya came over to me and said, "Armaan, something important has been discovered in the CCTV footage!"

As he said this, he approached the desk, and I took a seat in the chair placed nearby, watching a footage on the open PC screen. I have never seen her face. It's hard to recognise. But at least... I can definitely find out who was the girl that went into my room through CCTV. It will help me to find that girl.

Simultaneously, Shourya, glancing at the footage on the screen, remarked, "It's not very clear, but at least we can see the structure of that girl!"

I listened attentively to Shourya's words, my eyes fixed on the video playing on the screen, showing two boys escorting a girl. The girl's hands were resting on the shoulders of both boys, and it appeared she was not fully conscious. My gaze remained fixated on her.

Turning to the man operating the footage, I said, "Zoom in here!"

The video zoomed in, and although I could make out the girl's face to some extent, everything was still quite blurry, providing no clear details.

Then Shourya commented, "With great difficulty, we've only managed to find this clue. Well, those two boys, you Killed them on the spot. You should've exercised more patience; we could've extracted more information from them by now! But your short tempered nature killed them and now, we are absolutely clueless. But I am not getting it Armaan that what's so special about that girl? Why you're only determined to find That One Girl, without even glimpsing her face?"

However, my focus was no longer on Shourya's words; I was captivated by the girl in the video, when suddenly, I refocused on the screen and demanded, "Modify this photo as much as you can; I want a clear image!"

Upon hearing my request, Shourya took a deep breath and responded, "Okay, but it'll take some time."

"I don't give a damn! Take as much time as you need, but I want a clear image!" I retorted, my tone cold, causing Shourya to nod in acknowledgment.

A Y E S H A

Ifound myself standing in front of my college, where I had recently enrolled for the new academic session. Everything seemed so overwhelming due to my sudden departure from Mumbai, but Mr. Sharad Mallik, with his resources and influence, managed to secure admission for me in the best college.

As I stepped inside the college premises, the principal approached me with a warm welcome.

"Welcome, Miss Ayesha! I am the Principal of this college," he greeted me.

It felt a bit strange to receive such a welcoming gesture directly from the principal.

He continued, "Mr. Malik has briefed me about everything! And don't worry, you won't lack anything here."

I could sense that this special treatment was all thanks to Mr. Mallik.

"Thank you so much, sir" I expressed my gratitude.

"Come, let me show you your class" the principal offered, leading me to my classroom.

Upon entering, I noticed there was no professor present, and the students were engrossed in conversations. However, as soon as they spotted the principal, they quieted down, and all wished him a good afternoon.

"Take your seats, students! And today, I am going to introduce you to the new student of this class!" The principal announced, casting his gaze towards me.

"Meet Ayesha Mukherjee! Our new student" he introduced me to the most diligent boy in the class, Ronit.

"Ronit, make sure to provide her with all the notes for the classes she has missed so far" He said.

Ronit, who appeared to be around 21 years old, couldn't help but admire my appearance. And not just him, every boy in the class seemed to be stealing glances at me.

Ahh, Definitely I was feeling nervous with such stares.

"Sure, sir!" Ronit replied.

Then, the principal gestured for me to sit beside a girl on the next bench. "Take a seat, Ayesha!" he instructed.

Following his cue, I nodded and settled beside the girl.

Once the principal left, the class resumed its chatter, but this time, all the talk revolved around me, which felt quite surreal.

Suddenly, the girl sitting next to me introduced herself, "Hi! I'm Prachi! Prachi Sharma!"

I greeted her with a smile, finding her to be a pleasant companion amidst the buzz.

We engaged in conversation for a while, during which Prachi remarked, "Looks like there's a lot in store for both of us"

I smiled in agreement, feeling a sense of camaraderie with her.

Just then, Ronit approached me.

"Hey Ayesha! Ronit here!" he said with a friendly tone, Extending his hand.

I hesitated for a moment, but then shook hands with Ronit and said, "Ayesha Mukherjee."

"What a beautiful name! Just like you!" Ronit said with a romantic tone, looking at me.

To this, Prachi, seeing him, exclaimed, "Oh, hello! Already started the flirting as soon as you arrive?"

Upon which Ronit smiled and, looking at me, said, "Some people are not for flirting, but worthy of compliments!"

With that, Ronit leaned towards me and said, "Just like you... Miss Ayesha!"

I was taken aback by Ronit's gesture and without saying anything, I lowered my gaze into my books. Seeing this, Ronit smiled and handed me some notes, saying, "Return these to me once the work is done! Okay?"

I took the notes without meeting Ronit's eyes and replied, "Thank you!"

Mesmerized by my gesture, Ronit slowly said, "My pleasure! Ayesha!"

Although hesitant at first, his compliment about my name being as beautiful as me caught me off guard, but I managed a polite response.

As Ronit returned to his seat, Prachi assured me, "Don't mind his words. He's just a friendly guy, teasing you!"

I nodded with a smile, appreciating her reassurance, before returning to my tasks.

________________

The classes went by one after another, and before I knew it, the evening had arrived. With extra classes extending the schedule, it wasn't until around 7 o'clock that I finally got a break.

I stood outside, waiting for the driver to arrive, while one by one, the other students left. Time dragged on, and frustration began to set in as the driver still hadn't shown up. I had no choice but to call Mr. Mallik.

"Mr. Mallik, I've been waiting here for nearly 45 minutes for the driver, but he hasn't shown up yet," I said, my voice tinged with frustration.

"What? How is that possible! Hold on, dear, let me find out!" He replied, putting the call on hold.

After what felt like an eternity, he got back on the line, apologizing profusely for the inconvenience.

"I'm so sorry, Ayesha! You are dealing with all this on your first day! But something unexpected happened with the driver, which is why he couldn't make it! But if I send another driver from home, it will take too much time!" He explained, his voice filled with concern.

I sighed, feeling a bit helpless, but then Mr. Mallik had an idea.

"Just wait a couple of minutes, Ayesha! Let me call you back!" he suggested.

"Okay!" I agreed reluctantly, ending the call and waiting anxiously for his next update.

T H I R D   P E R S O N

Armaan, who was busy with an urgent task at that moment, received multiple calls from Sharad.

Initially, he ignored them, but due to repeated calls, he eventually answered and said with a loud voice, "Who's dying? I'm busy right now"

To which Sharad responded, "Listen to me, Armaan! I also have an urgent work with you!"

"Tell me? Quickly" Armaan asked.

"Look, Ayesha is alone near her college right now! I had sent the driver to pick her up, but something came up, and he couldn't make it! And if I send another driver from home, it will be very late......"

"So, you want me to become her driver now?" Armaan interrupted.

"Armaan, please! She's alone there at the moment! You should help her, she's like your younger sister......"

(Fuck! Again)

Sharad's voice trailed off. And that's it! Armaan's blood boiled on hearing younger sister.

"Enough, You! Neither Am I Her Brother Nor Is She My Sister, Got It!!!" Armaan angrily hung up the phone without listening to Sharad's complete sentence.

A Y E S H A

As I waited, my heart sank deeper with each passing moment. Mr. Mallik had called a while ago, assuring me that they were sending a new driver, but I have no idea how longer I would have to wait.

The stares from passersby only added to my mounting anxiety. Then, out of nowhere, I heard a voice.

"Hey?"

I turned around to find Ronit standing in front of me, surprised by his sudden appearance.

"Are you still here? Haven't you gone yet?" he asked, genuine concern in his voice.

"Um, my driver still hasn't arrived," I replied nervously.

"Oh? Then come, I'll drop you off!" Ronit offered.

"No, thank you, my driver must be coming soon!" I declined, hesitant to accept his offer.

"Come on, Ayesha! It's already quite late! And there will be a lot of traffic at this time! Bangalore's traffic is something that you can't tackle. Who knows when the driver will arrive! It's not safe for you to stay alone here!" Ronit insisted, his words pushing me to reconsider.

I was unsure of what to say, but Ronit's reassurance started to sway me.

"What's wrong? Don't you trust me? If you want, you can inform someone at your home that you're coming with me! So you don't have to be afraid!" Ronit's words struck a chord, and I began to believe in him.

Feeling uneasy staying there any longer, I finally relented.

"Okay! Thank you!"

Ronit smiled and gestured for me to get into the car, and after a moment of hesitation, I settled into the passenger seat.

As Ronit took the driver's seat and started the car, he expressed his gratitude.

"By the way, thank you!"

"For what?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"For trusting me!" Ronit smiled, glancing at me.

I just smiled with his words.

And he started the car.

As we cruised along, the peaceful drive was shattered by the sudden roar of an engine as another car careened past us, cutting dangerously close before abruptly slamming on the brakes.

Ronit's reflexes were swift, but the unexpected maneuver caused our car to swerve violently.

My heart pounded in my chest as I gripped the seat, the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

Despite the shock, Ronit skillfully maneuvered our car, bringing it to a screeching halt. His knuckles whitened as he clenched the steering wheel, his eyes blazing with fury. With a fierce intensity, he leaned out of the window, his voice cutting through the chaos like a thunderbolt.

"Are you blind? Can't you see while driving?" Ronit's words carried a potent mix of anger and authority, daring the reckless driver to confront him.

As the other car's door swung open, a figure emerged, cloaked in an air of danger and mystery.

Clad in dark glasses that shielded his eyes, his presence exuded an irresistible allure that sent shivers down my spine. The man who stepped out, unruffled by the chaos he had caused, was none other than ARMAAN MALLIK.

My breath caught in my throat as I beheld him, a magnetic force drawing my gaze to him despite the chaos around us. His rugged features and confident demeanor added to his enigmatic charm, casting a spell over everyone in his vicinity.

In that moment, amidst the chaos and danger, he stood like a lone wolf, captivating and dangerous, his presence leaving an indelible mark on the scene. And as I stared at him in disbelief, I couldn't help but feel drawn to the allure of the unknown, a thrilling and irresistible attraction that sent my heart racing.

T H I R D   P E R S O N

Armaan was standing in front of Ayesha wearing black glasses, which surprised her.

Meanwhile, Ronit came out angrily and said to Armaan, "Excuse me, mister! Who are you? Can't you drive properly or are you drunk?"

But Armaan didn't even look at Ronit; his eyes were fixed on Ayesha.

Seeing him staring at Ayesha intensely, Ronit asked, "What are you looking at, huh? Talk to me while looking at me and tell me who you are?"

But Armaan approached Aisha and said in a cold voice, "Get out of the car!"

Upon hearing his words, Ayesha was stunned and her eyes widened, she kept staring at him.

Here Ronit interrupted again, "who the hell are you to order her?"

Again, Armaan completely ignored Ronit, and looking at Ayesha again, he said in the same cold voice, "I said get out of the car!"

Hearing this, Ayesha looked at him for a moment, but this time, with anger, Ronit intervened between them and said, "She won't leave the care! Tell me, what will you do? Huh?"

Armaan smiled and took off his glasses, said, "You're just a kid in front of me! So don't be too mischievous! Quietly go, sit in your driving seat and get out of here!"

Saying this, Armaan stepped forward, opened the car gate facing Ayesha, and said, "Can't you hear me once? I said get out!"

But the matter heated and Ronit, being too furious was about to start the fight when Ayesha said, "Please stop Ronit. I know him."

Ronit, surprised by Ayesha's statement, asked, "What? You know him?"

"Yes!" She said

"Who is he?" Ronit asked again.

This time, Ayesha hesitated, trying to figure out what to say.

"Tell me! Who is he?" Ronit insisted.

And this time, Ayesha said, "He, he's... He's My Brother!"

And That Was It!

Armaan's blood boiled upon hearing this, but Ayesha was unaware of his terrifying expression.

As Ronit found relief knowing that Ayesha knew Armaan, and he is his brother. Ronit smiled apologetically and looked at Armaan.

"Okay then! Sorry for the chaos. And aisha, Now that your brother is here, I'll leave! Bye!" Saying this, Ronit left.

As Ronit left, Ayesha looked at Armaan.

"L-Lets Go" she said nervously.

Armaan didn't utter a single word. Instead, he went ahead, sat in his expensive car, and waited for Ayesha to come.

Seeing him like this made Ayesha even more scared, even though Armaan hadn't said anything yet.

Nevertheless, Ayesha followed his instructions and sat into the car.

Armaan started the car, and as they

drove for a while, he suddenly stopped at an empty place and unbuckled his seatbelt without any expression, he said, "Get out of the car!"

Seeing this, Ayesha was surprised at what Armaan was going to do, but she didn't want to argue, so she started getting out of the car as he said.

Before she could react, Armaan gripped her hand and pushed her into the back seat. The door clicked shut behind him, and he hovered close, his face inches from hers. Her heart raced, heat pooling between them, unsure what he would do next.

Time seemed to slow down. He wasn't just close-he was filling up every inch of space between them. His gaze was full of something she couldn't quite place. Just when it felt like he was about to close the distance, of their lips her heart skipped a beat. They were so close, that she thought he might kiss her or maybe he was already about to.

Panic shot through her and instead of pushing him away, she shut my eyes in fear. It felt like time had stopped. She froze completely, unable to move. But then... She didn't feel his lips on her.  He never kissed her. He was just scaring her.

It took a moment for her to realise what had happened. Slowly, she opened her eyes, which were now wide with shock. As soon as she did, she saw a smirk on his face.

And then, just as suddenly, he pulled back slightly and said in a low, menacing voice, "Consider this a warning, girl. Because next time, I won't just threaten you. I'll do something you won't expect... something neither you nor I will forget."

His words sent a shock through Ayesha, and she trembled, caught between disbelief and a storm of emotions she couldn't control. His gaze held hers for a long, intense moment, and she felt every nerve in her body come alive, sparking under his touch. But then, suddenly, her anger flared up.

Without thinking, she raised her hand to slap him, but before she could do anything, he effortlessly grabbed her wrist. And just as he was about to say something, she snapped, "I've met a lot of trash in my life, but you? You're on a whole new level of disgusting. You actually think you're some kind of king? That you can threaten me and get away with it? Listen up, because I'm only saying this once... if you ever even think about pulling that stunt again, I'll remind you exactly who you're dealing with."

She couldn't control her anger anymore. But then he spoke in an unaffected voice, "Done?"

Ayesha stared at him, confused. She was ready to yell again.

"Stop trying to act all smart in front of me, or else—"

"Shh!" he cut her off, suddenly pressing his hand firmly over her lips.

Her words got stuck in her throat, and before she could do anything, he leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "Keep your voice down. I don't entertain noise."

Ayesha's heart thudded for a moment but then she gritted her teeth and growled, "Threats won't work on me, Mister. So stop acting like you can scare me... because you can't. And letting someone like you.... with your pathetic, fragile male ego intimidate me? That's not in my character. Not even close."

For a moment Armaan just stared her face. But then....he smirked.

"I guess it will be fun to break your ego. Because I don't know about mine, but you are definitely suffering from ego issues, Miss. And believe me, the day I finally break that ego of yours, trust me, you won't be able to resist... because I'll make you want me, whether you like it or not."

Ayesha didn't really hear much of what he said—she was struggling to breathe, and this jerk still wasn't letting her go. Panic bubbled inside her chest, clawing its way up, when out of nowhere, he picked her up effortlessly.

The next thing she knew, her chest was pressed tightly against his, her legs wrapped around his waist. He held both her hands behind her back, and as his lips brushed her neck, he whispered, "Breathe, darling. Breathe."

"Ahh!" she gasped, breathless. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest.

He didn't seem to care about her reaction. And as if he hadn't already spun her world into chaos, his voice came out cold, flat. "Just keep that one thing in your mind... I'm not your brother."

His words shot straight through her, and she could feel her body reacting.

He reached forward, his finger brushing over her lips, and she hated it.

He looked closely at her condition; her hair was disheveled, there was a slight swelling on her lips, which prompted Armaan to bring his finger to Ayesha's lips and caress those lips, saying, "will I be  the first one to kiss you?"

Ayesha jerked Armaan's hand away from her lips in anger and said, "Leave me!"

With that, the smile vanished from Armaan's lips, and in a cold tone, he said, looking at her face, "NEVER"

Seeing this, Ayesha's blood boiled. She screamed at Armaan uncontrollably, "Who do you think you are? Who gave you the right to force yourself on me? Who are you to come so close to me? I've treated you like my brother, and you..."

But before Ayesha could finish her sentence, Armaan covered her lips with his hand and brought his face dangerously close to hers, saying in a threatening tone, "Call Me Brother Again, And Then See What I Do To You Next Time. I'LL F'CK YOU RIGHT THERE, IF YOU DARE TO SAY BHAI AGAIN."

Ayesha's entire body shuddered hearing his words.

She stared at him wide-eyed, but this time Armaan spoke in a Low but Deeper voice, "And remember, what I say, I definitely do!"

Saying this, he distanced himself from her and said, "Well, "Romance has had its share, baby girl. We'll continue the rest of the romance at home"

And then, he got into the driver's seat of the car.

Meanwhile, Ayesha was numb at first, but then she wiped her tears and immediately got out of the car, shouting at Armaan, "I'd rather wander alone on these streets than go with a despicable person like you"

A Y E S H A

He didn't even bother to react to my words. It's like he didn't care at all. Frustrated and determined to put some distance between us, I grabbed my bag and walked away, stealing a glance at him as I did.

But as I walked, I heard the engine of his car coming closer. I could feel my heart racing as he pulled up beside me, his voice cutting through the silence. "I won't say it again. This is your last chance. Get in the car before someone else snatches you away in the dead of night"

I was seething with anger and replied, "I don't care! And don't you dare come near me again!"

He just smirked, put on his shades, and coolly said, "As you wish. Goodbye!"

With that, he sped off.

Leaving me feeling a mix of relief and fear. I had refused his offer, but deep down, I dreaded being alone in the dark.

I racked my brain, trying to figure out what to do next in this unfamiliar city. Just then, I realized my phone was missing. Panic surged through me as I frantically searched my bag, but it was nowhere to be found.

"Where did my phone go?" I muttered, feeling a sinking feeling in my chest.

And then it hit me - I must have left it in HITLER'S car. I cursed myself for my carelessness, wondering how I would get home now.

"I freaking hateeee this man!!!! Ugh!!!!" I kicked a little stone which was coming on my way.

Suddenly, the sound of a car broke through the silence. My heart leaped with hope, thinking hitler had returned. But when I turned, I saw a jeep approaching, its headlights shining in my eyes.

There was some guys in the jeep.

The jeep slowly started moving closer to her me and I started taking steps backward.

Within a few moments, the jeep stood right in front of me and then one of the men said, "Hello madam? Where are you going?"

I lifted my chin, voice steady despite my racing heart: "To somewhere you don't belong."

Hunh! Dumbos.

Their expressions shifted on my remark but then, the other guy said, "It is not safe for beautiful girls like you to walk alone at night"

"And it's not safe for idiots like you to roam drunk. Stay in your jeep."

They were looking at me like hungry wolves. These guys weren't right - I could tell from their demeanor and the way they spoke.

I tried to assert myself, trembling as I said, "By the way I am not alone okay?!!"

"Okay? But no one else is seen here with you?" One of them said.

"Or are you traveling with Mr. India?" They all laughed with their statement.

It was a group of about 5-6 boys, from whose expressions it was clear that they were drunk.

"Come on madam! We will drop you!"

My condition was getting worse due to fear. My face was drenched in sweat. I was trying really hard to look strong, but let's be practical, the situation is literally terrible. They are six bodybuilder type of guys, and I am one and alone roaming in the streets.

I have to think straight.

"Uh- I'm fine! You guys please go away!" Saying this, I moved ahead and then the jeep also started moving along with me.

"Listen madam! It is not right for a you to roam alone! Come, sit in the jeep" He said.

And now I became frustrated, I shouted at them and said, "I told you, I don't need your help! Why don't you leave me alone?"

"Ufff!! Madam's anger is also havoc!" As soon as he said this, one of the men got out of the car and came out.

And then the very next moment he went near me and suddenly caught hold of my wrist with gritted teeth and said, "Why? Are you too proud of your beauty? Hunh? We are talking to you with love, right? So why are you shouting?"

I understood that now I was trapped in such a trouble from which it would be impossible for me to get out.

"Leave me alone, I said."

But they just laughed, mocking me with their crude remarks. I felt trapped, my heart pounding in my chest as one of them grabbed my wrist, his grip tightening.

I struggled to break free, my voice shaking as I begged, "Please let me go! Leave me alone!"

"Oh dear! We hope we could fulfill this wish of yours but it is your fault, who told you to wander alone on a deserted road at midnight?"

"That's right! Why did you go out for a walk so late at night?"

They just taunted me, making me feel even more helpless and afraid. I realized I was in serious trouble, surrounded by these predatory men.

"Save me! Someone help me!" I tried to scream, but their hands clamped over my mouth, silencing me as I struggled against their grip.

Their laughter echoed like sinister echoes in the night, sending chills down my spine.

"The fun is just about to start babe" One of them taunted, his voice dripping with malice.

They dragged me towards the jeep, their force overpowering me, but as they tried to force me inside, desperation took over, with all my strength, I kicked one of them hard between the legs, crashing his HORNY D'CK, causing him to double over in pain.

Seizing the opportunity, I broke free and ran.

But it was futile. I was alone against six of them, and they quickly caught me by the hair, hurling me to the ground with vile curses.

"B'tch, you really thinks you'll run away from us, you fucking slut."

Tears streamed down my face as I crawled backward in terror, "Don't...don't come near me."

But my cries fell on deaf ears. They relished in my distress, their sinister grins fueling my fear.

One of them loomed over me, his face twisted with a sickening lust. As he leaned in, I recoiled in horror, knowing what he intended to do.

"No, nooooo!" I screamed, my voice trembling with dread.

But just as his lips threatened to violate mine, a sudden honk pierced the air, causing the men to freeze in surprise.

Turning towards the sound, I saw a car parked nearby, its headlights blinding those man's in the darkness.

In that moment of chaos, hope flickered within me.

As the car's headlights abruptly dimmed, casting an eerie shadow over the scene, my heart raced with fear and uncertainty. The man looming over me hesitated, his grip loosening as he glanced towards the sudden darkness.

Then, like a beacon of hope emerging from the abyss, a figure stepped out of the car. The dim streetlights flickered, casting an enigmatic glow around him as he approached with an aura of undeniable power.

It was Armaan Mallik.

Each step he took seemed to resonate with purpose, his presence commanding attention and respect. Standing tall beside the car, he exuded an air of quiet confidence, a silent promise of protection in the face of danger.

With practiced ease, he leaned against the car's bonnet, the flicker of his lighter illuminating his chiseled features as he lit a cigarette with effortless grace.

The flame danced in the darkness, casting fleeting shadows that danced across his face, adding to his mystique.

My heart leaped with joy and relief at the sight of him. In that moment, I felt as if I had been granted a second chance, a glimmer of hope in the darkness that had consumed me.

Without hesitation, I sprinted towards him, my feet pounding against the pavement in a desperate race towards salvation.

It was hard to believe, that just a short while ago, I really disliked being around this person, but now, seeing him unexpectedly actually makes me feel relieved in a way I can't quite explain.

I already ran towards him, and as I reached him, I felt a wave of emotion wash over me.

In his arms, I found solace and safety, my tears of despair transformed into tears of gratitude and newfound hope.

In that fleeting moment, Armaan Mallik became my guardian angel, a symbol of strength and courage in a world fraught with darkness. And as I clung to him, I knew that I would never again face the horrors of the night alone.

I Hid My Face Completely Against His Chest And Began Soaking His Shirt With My Tears.

And suddenly, the men behind us shouted loudly, "Hey! Give us the girl back, otherwise you won't leave this place alive"

Hearing this, Armaan, who was standing there with a cigarette between his lips, took a long drag and said while exhaling, "I didn't stop you guys! If you want the girl, take her!"

As soon as I heard HIS words, it felt as if my body went limp.

The hand that I had held onto his back with such strength suddenly weakened, and I looked at him with bewildered eyes, trying to comprehend what he had just said.

Then, one of the men said to his companion, "Go! Bring the girl here! Seems like the lad's smart!"

Upon hearing this, the other man approached me with a smile, and I, still trembling, pleaded to him, "No, no! You can't do this! Please, save me! I'm begging you. I'm ready to do anything to be saved. Please save me!"

But he was busy smoking his cigarette as if he is carefree. And on the other hand, when I saw the man coming closer to me, my heart beat was getting faster.

Here the man stood very close to me and looked at me smilingly and said, "Girl! If you keep doing as we say quietly, the pain will be less. Otherwise, if we force you then you can't even think about what will we do together!"

As soon as the man started moving his hand forward to catch me, I suddenly hid behind him and started crying, "No! No please!"

But the man didn't listen to me and as soon as I was about to catch by him, he caught hold of that man's wrist.

Seeing this, the man started looking at him with questioning eyes, then he took that man's hand away from me and said, "Just a minute! I am talking to her, and our conversation is not over yet!"

Saying this, HE released the man's hand and then looking at me, he removed the shades from his eyes and said, "Yes... So what were you saying that I should save you? Okay..... I will save you!"

As soon as I heard these words from HIM, I started looking at him with hopeful eyes but then He further said, "But... What Benefit Do I Get, After Saving You?

Hearing this, it seemed as if My hopes had once again collapsed.

"B-benefit?" I said.

"Yes! BENEFIT! Because Armaan Malik never deals with losses, if you want to deal with me then give one hand and take the other hand!" HE said.

Upon hearing this, my hopes shattered once again.

"What... what do you mean?" I stuttered.

"Well! What do I gain? Because I never strikes a deal without benefiting from it. If I'm going to save you, you have to agree to two conditions!" He said with a smile.

"But I have nothing to give you, goddammit."

The words came out sharper than I planned. My hands were literally shaking—not from them, but from how helpless this felt.

If tonight wasn't already going to hell, I would've aimed a perfect kick between his legs and walked away.

Girls. Hear me out.... The world isn't soft—so stop being soft for it.

Learn to fight. Learn to defend yourself. Not to look brave. Not to impress anyone. But so you never have to beg, break, or stand frozen like this ever again.

Meanwhile this hitler smiled and approached me, gently tucking my hair behind my ear, and said in a very low voice, "You have a lot to give me, Darling! But for now, you'll have to agree to my two conditions!"

I already know that I have no substitute left. I immediately nodded my head and said, "I, I'm ready!"

HE smiled at this and said, "So condition number one......... YOU'LL NEVER CALL ME YOUR BROTHER FROM NOW ON!"

Really? This condition?

"Iske dimaag ka koi screw dheela hai kya Ayesha?" I whispered to myself. But whatever.

Initially surprised by His so-called-condition, I began to think about how strange it was! But to accept it, I would readily agree, and indeed, I did just that, nodding my head in agreement.

"Uh-i, I Will Never Call You Brother" I Proclaimed.

"Very good! And now....... condition number two...," but before he could say anything further, a man suddenly shouted at him.

"Hey hero! Enough of your nonsense! Now shut up and leave quietly, or else we'll beat you up and throw you out of here!" Saying this, as soon as the man reached out to grab my hand, something unexpected happened.

The man screamed in pain as he fell to the ground, and HE was responsible for that man's condition.

Because the hand that the man had extended to touch me, HE had twisted and broken it.

With in a blink.

This left everyone stunned, but perhaps this was just the beginning because the next moment, another explosion occurred, which left everyone's lives hanging by a thread.

AND THIS TIME, IT WAS HIS GUN THAT DID THE EXPLOSION, which he pulled out from his waist and then shot the man's both thighs, and then..... Shot His Private Part Between His Thighs With Bullets.

Seeing this scene, my soul trembled with fear. My voice got stuck in my throat, and I instinctively hid my face as the bullets hit the man.

The fear I felt at that moment was more intense than what I had experienced just moments ago with those men.

Now, I began to fear Armaan Mallik. I had thought of him as rude, but I had never imagined he would turn out to be so dangerous.

Here, the man lying on the ground kept writhing in pain, and then his eyes...closed.  Means he is dead!!!!

I encountered a death scene. Just infront of me and because of...me!!!

I felt nothing but numb. While on the other side, as if it was a trivial matter for him.

Judging by his demeanor, it seemed as if he had just swatted a buzzing mosquito on his ear.

Casting a glance at the dead man, HE said, "Saala! He was talking too much in between! When I already said I'm having a special conversation with my Darling, why did he intervene?"

Saying this, HE looked at those remaining men whose faces seemed drenched with fear and just fear.

"Kyu be? Sahi kaha na?" He said while dangerously looking at them.

Seeing his Lethal Attitude, all of them were on the verge of wetting their pants.

They immediately shook their heads in response to his question, while Me, who was hiding my face in fear at the moment, quickly moved my neck, catching his attention once again.

HE just held the gun in one hand and suddenly grabbed my arm with the other, pulling me close to him, causing me, in my frightened state, to start looking into his eyes.

I was trembling so much at this point that my shivering was felt by Him.

"So, are you ready for my second condition, Darling?" He asked, intensifying his gaze into my eyes.

And I felt nothing but Helpless!

I was no longer capable of saying anything at this point.

And all of sudden, He turned the gun, pressing it against my cheek, and said, "I asked something! Answer me!"

Feeling the gun against my cheek, I broke into a cold sweat.

I immediately moved my neck, stuttering with my trembling tongue, and said, "Y-Yes! I-I'm ready!"

In a shift of moment, He turned the corner of his lips and said, "SO KISS ME RIGHT NOW!"

As soon as I heard these few words of his, I lost my senses.

𝐓𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝....