The grand venue buzzed with life, its glittering chandeliers casting a golden glow over the guests. Anisha stood quietly in a corner, clutching her dupatta tightly. She felt increasingly out of place amidst the glamour and grandeur. Her unease grew when she noticed a man staring at her, his gaze predatory.
The man smirked as he began walking toward her.
Man: "How can a beautiful lady like you stand here all alone? Dangerous, isn’t it?"
His voice dripped with false charm.
Anisha stepped back, her heart pounding.
Anisha: "I… I have to go."
Without waiting for a response, she turned and hurried toward her brother, Yuvaan, who was deep in conversation with a guest.
Yuvaan: "Anisha? You look pale. What’s wrong?"
Anisha shook her head quickly.
Anisha: "Nothing, bhaiya. Just feeling a little tired."
Yuvaan frowned but didn’t press further. Before he could say anything, Suhana walked over.
Suhana: "Anisha! I’ve been looking for you. Why are you hiding here?"
Anisha opened her mouth to respond, but Ankita’s excited voice interrupted.
Ankita: "Yuvaan, look! Abhimaan sir is here!"
The entrance of the venue grew silent as Abhimaan Singh Rathore made his grand entrance. His navy-blue suit perfectly tailored, his sharp features and commanding stride made everyone turn their heads.
Guest 1: "He’s so handsome. I can’t believe he’s still single."
Guest 2: "Every girl’s dream man! I wonder who’ll win his heart."
Several girls tried to approach him, but one stern look from him was enough to send them retreating. Abhimaan walked toward his family, where his grandfather, Devendra Singh Rathore, greeted him warmly.
Devendra: "Abhimaan, it’s good to see you. Tonight wouldn’t feel right without you."
Taking the microphone, Devendra addressed the crowd.
Devendra: "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us tonight to celebrate 15 successful years of our company. None of this would have been possible without my grandson, Abhimaan Singh Rathore!"
The crowd erupted into applause. Abhimaan nodded politely but turned serious when Vihaan leaned in to whisper.
Vihaan: "There’s a problem at the waterhouse. It’s connected to the mafia."
Abhimaan’s expression darkened. Turning to his mother, Aastha, he spoke in a low voice.
Abhimaan: "Maa, I need to leave. It’s urgent."
Aastha: "But Abhimaan, this is an important night—"
Abhimaan: "I’ll be back soon, Maa. Don’t worry."
Ignoring the driver, he got into his car.
Abhimaan: "I’ll handle this myself. Vihaan, stay here and keep an eye on things."
Outside, Anisha had slipped out through the back door. The weather had turned grim, with the wind howling and faint thunder rumbling. She shivered, running down the silent road. Thinking she was safe, she slowed her pace, only to hear a voice behind her.
Man: "Don’t run, baby doll. We’re just here to have some fun!"
Her blood ran cold. The man from earlier, now with a group of friends, was following her. She turned to run but stumbled as the man grabbed her dupatta. With tears streaming down her face, she pushed him away and ran further into the dark night.
Abhimaan was driving through a deserted road, his mind occupied with the waterhouse issue. The rain had started to fall, making visibility poor. Suddenly, his car sputtered and came to a halt.
Abhimaan: "Shit!"
Frustrated, he stepped out to check the engine. Just then, he heard a faint cry for help.
Voice: "Help! Please, help me!"
He turned to see a girl running toward him, her silhouette illuminated by the car’s headlights. Her hair covered her face, but her trembling figure and frantic cries were unmistakable.
As she reached him, she stumbled, gasping for breath.
Anisha: "They… they’re coming… please… help…"
Her voice broke as she struggled to finish her sentence. Abhimaan quickly removed his coat and placed it over her shoulders.
Abhimaan: "Calm down. I’m here now. No one will touch you."
Anisha sobbed softly, clutching the coat tightly around herself.
Before Abhimaan could say more, a group of men approached. The leader smirked and stepped forward.
Leader: "Mr. Rathore, just hand her over. After me, you can have her too."
Abhimaan’s fists clenched, his voice deadly calm.
Abhimaan: "Watch your words. You have no idea who you’re talking to."
Leader: "Oh, come on. After all, we’re business partners. Wrong move, Mr. Rathore."
Abhimaan’s gaze was cold as ice.
Abhimaan: "All deals are over. And if you value your life, you’ll leave now."
The leader laughed mockingly but took a step back.
Leader: "Be ready for the consequences, Mr. Rathore."
As the group retreated, Abhimaan turned back to Anisha, who was trembling.
Abhimaan: "Relax. They’re gone now."
He tried calling Vihaan, but his phone had no signal. The rain poured harder, soaking them both. Suddenly, Anisha swayed, her legs giving out.
Abhimaan: "Hey! Are you okay?"
But there was no response. She had fainted. Without hesitation, Abhimaan scooped her up in his arms. His sharp eyes scanned the surroundings until he spotted an old wooden house in the distance.
The rain soaked them as Abhimaan pushed the creaky door open and entered the house. He gently laid Anisha on an old couch. They were both drenched, water pooling on the wooden floor.
As he tried to catch his breath, he glanced at her pale face. She stirred slightly, murmuring in her sleep.
Anisha: "Please… no… don’t touch me…"
Abhimaan knelt beside her, his hand hovering over hers. Her fear tugged at something deep inside him. Finally, he clasped her hand gently, murmuring softly.
Abhimaan: "You’re safe now. No one will hurt you."
To his surprise, her fingers clutched his hand tightly in her sleep, as if holding on for dear life. He stayed by her side, his sharp features softening as he watched over her.
Thank you so much for your patience ❤️
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Author_Aayu💗
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