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She was just a girl in a school uniform.
He was a man drenched in power, blood, and secrets.
Tanya Sikhawat, 18 and full of dreams, never expected her simple life to collide with Shivansh Rajvansh-a cold, calculated mafia king who never...
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My phone buzzed sharply on the glass desk, vibrating with urgency. I snatched it instantly the moment I saw the name.
Security Chief
I pressed the call.
“speak.”
“We found him.We traced the signal through backdoor CCTV footage near the telecom tower. It wasn’t a random number. It was masked through an abandoned burner sim but pinged from a building owned by… Kartik Vohra.”
My grip on the phone tightened.
Kartik.
That snake.
A rival from the old days. A minor leech in the underworld once — until I pushed him out of Delhi. And now he dared to threaten Tanya?
He made her cry. He made her feel unsafe. And now… he was going to pay.
“Send me his last known location.”
“Yes, sir. But there’s more — we found evidence in mam’s closet. The note had traces of chemical adhesive used in Kartik’s old warehouse for document sealing. Same signature.”
So he was close. Inside. Somewhere near the mansion.
I stood up slowly, my rage layered under cold calm.
“Get the team ready. We move at midnight. Quietly. I want that bastard breathing when we find him…”
I paused.
“…because I want him to beg.”
I ended the call.
I looked out the giant floor-length window of my office.
Tanya was probably asleep by now, wrapped in her soft nightdress, clutching Thorne close to her heart, unaware of the storm I was about to unleash.
I walked into Tanya’s room silently, my footsteps barely making a sound on the marble floor. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a golden hue over her delicate features.
There she was. Sleeping peacefully, curled up with Thorne beside her, his head resting protectively near her waist. The sight of her innocence beside the raw power of Thorne was a potent mix. Her lips were slightly parted, her breathing soft and steady. She looked… ethereal. So innocent, and the urge to be the one to steal that innocence was a dark pull within me.
My fragile doll. Soon, she wouldn't be so untouched.
I crouched beside the bed, my fingers grazing the back of her hand. She stirred slightly, but didn’t wake up. A small smile played on her lips, as if she was lost in a dream. A dream I wanted to become her reality.
I exhaled, leaning in closer. Without thinking, I brought her hand to my lips and pressed a soft kiss against it. Mine. And I would make her realize it, in every way.
