A fleet of sleek, black cars had surrounded her auto, forming a wall of metal that blocked any escape.
And then—he stepped out.
Rudraksh Singh Oberoi.
Shivanya’s breath caught in her throat. Dressed in a black shirt and tailored pants, his presence was commanding, intense. He looked even more devastatingly handsome than she remembered, but his expression was unreadable.
Her heart pounded.
"May I help you, sir?" she asked, forcing her voice to stay steady.
"Yes," Rudraksh said, his gaze locking onto hers. "Only you can."
A shiver ran down her spine.
Does he know? Did he find out?
"What do you mean, sir?" she asked cautiously, trying to mask her nervousness.
He took a step closer. "Do you think I forgot you?"
Shivanya felt her throat go dry. Why is he here?
"I don’t understand, Mr. Oberoi. We've never met before," she lied, her voice trembling slightly.
A smirk tugged at his lips. "Really? So you expect me to believe that?"
Shivanya looked around. His bodyguards stood like statues, blocking them from prying eyes. People nearby whispered, but no one dared to approach.
"You’re causing a scene," she muttered.
"Then come with me Shivanya," he said.
"I can’t—"
"Think again... Shivanya"
"I didn’t tell me your name last time," She interrupted, her voice dropping to a whisper.
Then, Her eyes widened.
Stupid, stupid, stupid! she cursed herself. She had just confirmed that she remembered their night together.
Before she could react, Rudraksh reached for her hand and gently pulled her toward his car.
"Where are we going? Mr. Oberoi, leave my hand," she protested, struggling to break free.
"What’s wrong, Shivanya? That you don’t want to talk to me—or that you don’t want to acknowledge what happened between us?"
Her pulse raced.
"You don’t understand—"
"I understand more than you think," Rudraksh interrupted.
And before she could react, he scooped her up into his arms.
"Put me down!" she gasped.
"Not a chance," he said smoothly, carrying her toward his car.
"Sir, I can walk!"
"Now just shut up," he muttered.
She stiffened. Butterflies swarmed in her stomach when he held her close. She could smell his intoxicating cologne, and feel the warmth of his body.
She clenched her fists. No. This is wrong. He’s going to be engaged in two days. I cannot fall for his charms again.
He placed her inside the car and slid in next to her.
"Drive," he instructed his driver.
"Where are we going?" she demanded.
"My penthouse."
Shivanya’s breath hitched. "Why?"
"You’ll see."
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Rudraksh's Penthouse
The car ride was tense, silent.
Shivanya refused to look at him, but she could feel his gaze burning into her.
When they arrived, Rudraksh lifted her out of the car again.
"Will you stop carrying me around like I’m some fragile doll?" she snapped.
He smirked but didn’t respond.
The moment they entered, Shivanya’s eyes widened. The penthouse was breathtaking—modern, luxurious, yet somehow warm.
But before she could admire it for long, Rudraksh turned her toward him.
"Now," he said, his voice was gentle yet firm, "tell me why you were crying last night."
Shivanya stiffened. How does he know?
"How do you know I was crying?"
"You think I would leave you alone after that night?" he asked, his voice low, dangerous.
Shivanya’s heart pounded.
"You—you didn’t think that night was a mistake?" she whispered.
Rudraksh’s jaw clenched. "Do you regret it?"
She hesitated. She didn’t regret it—how could she? But telling him the truth would only complicate things.
"If I say yes?" she said softly.
His eyes darkened. His grip on her wrist tightened.
"Then you don’t have a choice," he said.
Shivanya’s breath hitched. "You must regret it too, right?"
"Think, Shivanya," Rudraksh said, his voice dropping. "If I regretted it, why would I be here? Why would I leave everything behind and fly to India just to see you?"
Her eyes widened. "You came here… for me?"
His fingers cupped her chin, tilting her face toward his. "Yes."
She searched his face for lies but found none. His emotions were raw, unguarded.
"Am I dreaming?" she whispered.
"No," he said, his voice firm.
Before she could stop herself, she threw her arms around his neck, holding onto him like a lifeline.
She had missed him. More than she could admit.
But then—a thought shattered the moment.
He’s going to be engaged to Layla.
Reality hit her like a slap.
She pushed him away, her breath ragged.
Rudraksh’s eyes flashed with surprise. "What the hell—"
"You’re going to be engaged in two days," she choked out. "You came here for what? To play with me before you marry someone else?"
His expression turned stormy. "It’s not like that—"
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