LOGINVikramaditya’s eyes blazed with fury the moment Sahil stepped into view, but he forced the fire down, burying it beneath a mask of calm. His jaw tightened, his breath slowed, and when he spoke, his voice was steady — almost too steady.“Why are you here?” he asked, each word measured, deliberate, as though spoken through clenched teeth.Sahil tilted his head, a mocking smile curling at his lips. He shrugged with exaggerated carelessness, the gun in his hand gleaming as he lazily pointed it toward the door.“Nothing much,” he said, his tone dripping with false innocence. “I just wanted to know how much you actually like that girl.” His finger tapped the barrel, gesturing toward Dharna’s room. Then he chuckled, low and cruel. “Man, you didn’t disappoint me. You actually care about her.”Inside, Dharna stirred. Her senses had sharpened as the wolfsbane’s grip weakened. Though she still couldn’t reach Leela, her wolf, her hearing was crystal clear. Every word outside pierced through the w
Vikramaditya paced the cracked pavement, eyes scanning the desolate stretch where the SUV had last been seen. The silence pressed in, broken only by the faint rustle of wind through dry weeds. Then his gaze caught something unusual — a car covered in a heavy tarp.In a place this abandoned, a covered vehicle was rare. Too rare. His instincts screamed at him. He strode forward, yanked the cover free, and froze.The black SUV. The same number plate. The ghost from the cameras, now sitting in plain sight.Rohan’s breath caught. “It was here all along… right in front of us.”Vikramaditya’s jaw clenched. Anger and guilt twisted inside him. Too blind. Too consumed by worry. I missed the obvious. He pulled open the door. Empty. But the faint trace of Dharna lingered — her fragrance, fragile yet undeniable. Proof she had been inside.He closed his eyes. “Rudra… I need your help.”A low growl stirred
Dharna’s eyelids fluttered open, the chill of the concrete biting into her skin. Her wrists and ankles throbbed where the coarse rope dug into them. For a moment, her mind was fogged, heavy, as though she had been pulled from a deep, unnatural sleep.She forced herself to breathe, slow and steady, and scanned the room. The darkness was suffocating—so complete that she couldn’t tell if it was midnight or midday. The single window was sealed tight, its frame reinforced, denying even the faintest sliver of light.Her gaze shifted to the door. Shut. Silent. No handle on her side. The air smelled faintly of rust and damp stone, as if the room had been abandoned for years.She reached inward, calling for her wolf—Leela. The bond that usually pulsed like a heartbeat inside her was silent. Empty. She tried again, desperation sharpening her voice, but there was no response. The ropes binding her limbs carried a faint shimmer, and when she tugged, the sting of wolfsbane burned into her skin.Dh
The next morning, Dharna woke up groggily, her head heavy from the restless night. Sleep had been a stranger, chased away by the endless loop of questions in her mind. How will I talk to him? What if he admits it was just a casual hook-up? What if he defends himself?Her wolf’s voice stirred within her, calm yet firm. “Have you forgotten what Ritika said? Trust yourself. If anything goes wrong, I will be with you.”Dharna closed her eyes, letting the words settle. A deep breath escaped her lips, steadying her nerves. She rose from bed and walked to the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face. The reflection in the mirror looked tired, but beneath the fatigue was a flicker of resolve.No more running. No more doubts. Today, I face him.After dressing, she stepped out of her house, the morning air crisp against her skin. The city was alive with its usual rhythm—vendors shouting, cars honking, people rushing—but Dharna felt as though fate itself was waiting for her.Her thoughts whisp
Fiancée This word echoed in her ears, even when she entered the office. Her mind went back to the confrontation with that blonde woman.*** A few hours earlier ***The blonde stepped closer, her tone dripping with disdain. “Stay away from Vicky.”Dharna blinked. Vicky? Who the hell is Vicky? Her mind raced. Is she confusing me with someone else?But then the woman’s next words landed like a dagger.“Vikramaditya Bhardwaj is my fiancé.”Then she continued. “You must be one of those whom he bangs for sew times and forgets”. Dharna’s throat tightened as Britteny’s words cut through the air like knives.Bang a few times and forget… The phrase echoed in her mind, each syllable dripping with contempt. Her cheeks burned, not just from humiliation but from the cruel possibility that it might be true.She clenched her fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms. Don’t react. Don’t give her the satisfaction.Britteny circled her slowly, like a predator savouring its prey. Her heels clicke
The mansion was hushed when Vikramaditya and Dharna finally returned, their laughter echoing faintly in the grand hall. Hours of running through the forest had left them flushed, exhilarated, and unaware of how late it had become. Midnight pressed against the tall windows, the world outside cloaked in silence.They sank into the living room couches, still catching their breath, words tumbling out in easy rhythm. Dharna glanced at the clock and sighed softly.“I should go now. It’s very late.”Vikramaditya leaned forward, his tone casual but insistent.“Let me drive you home.”She shook her head with a smile. “It’s okay, I can manage. I had a great time tonight. This date was… honestly, it was perfect.”He smirked, eyes gleaming. “Well, I arranged it. You were bound to enjoy it.”“Cocky much?” she teased, standing to leave.They walked together to the door, the night air cool against their skin. Dharna turned, her expression softening.“Bye. See you in the office tomorrow.”Before he c







