Todos los capítulos de HIS DARKEST SHADE (BOOK-THREE) : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

32— His wrath. “Love is bound to happen but what if it happens with the wrong person or if the person you are in love with is actually the image you already made of them in your head? What if it's nothing but a self made lie to quench your own gratification? Does love even exist without any expectancy?” —Saumya Tripathi. “At least the singing of birds is not drowned out by motorway traffic here,” she remarked.It was a critical remark, nonetheless. The place was in the middle of nowhere; that explained the absence of traffic noise. It was a rare sight—peace that was often lost in the chaos of bright, noisy, fast-moving activity.As she watched the small, harmless birds wandering freely, she felt something akin to serenity just by observing those fragile lives. The chirping of birds around the fountain brought a calming sense of déjà vu, one that lingered in her memory and could never be replaced.She breathed. The same air that had seemed suffocating not long ago now felt breathabl

Bound. People always think danger announces itself.It doesn’t.It comes quietly—in the form of strangers asking for directions, in harmless smiles, in moments that feel like nothing.And by the time you realize it…It's already too late.Uzair knew that all too well.It was no coincidence.To someone like him, it was nothing more than a pawn on the board—a man who had dared to step into his territory.And he couldn’t let it slide. How could he? And yet…he wasn’t careless enough to overlook a threat if he chose to see it that was right before his eyes. But that wasn’t the problem.She was.Her naivety.What if she did something like this again?She had been lucky this time.But next time?Who knew.He wouldn’t allow something like this to happen again.Not ever.Luckily…he exhaled. He would make sure of that.Not that extending his stay here had anything to do with it.“Leave me!” Her struggle turned desperate.“No.” His voice was calm.Too calm.“Why would I do that?” His breath d

Shattered Calm. “Yours.” At first, it didn’t register. His words hung in the air, heavy… wrong. As if her mind refused to understand what it had already heard. However when it did, something inside her stilled. Like the world had paused—just for a second too long. Just enough for fear to slip in. He wasn’t joking. God—he wasn’t joking. “What are you saying?” Was he even hearing himself? “Whatever you are giving attention to is exactly what I am saying.” Something was wrong. Not with his words—those she could argue with. But with him. Everything was wrong with him! His shadow was much more prominent than she had ever noticed before… Why does he look like that…? His eyes drank her in, which reflected the emotions that her eyes portrayed. Stop looking at me like that. It brought chills. His eyes. Out of all the emotions that she felt, the shock was the most prominent among them… Shifting her eyes to the emotionless face that kept on watching her, it mad

The Weight of Words. “I can’t allow something like this to happen to you.” It was a statement. “Do you know what else could have happened to you?” She said nothing. She had no choice but to listen to what he was saying, as fear gripped her whole. “Tell me… do you?” he probed quietly. He stared at her, his gaze turning icy. “Do you know what would have been waiting for you?” He stepped closer. She held her breath. “They would have taken their turns on you—day and night, one after another, hour after hour—breaking you down, piece by piece, touching you, fucking you, ripping you apart without ever letting you recover. They would have forced you into things you couldn’t even imagine.” She stood there, unmoving, his words sinking in whether she wanted them to or not. Her fingers trembled against her lips—but she didn’t lower them. His words were cruel—unapologetic in every sense. She knew what he was saying wasn’t meant for a child. But she wasn’t one anymore. And that realizat

A Mercy Worse Than Death. The space between them felt smaller than it was—like it belonged to him, not her. And for the first time, she wasn’t sure if she was fighting him…or herself. It was unsettling. “Why does it feel like you’re still hiding something from me?” It wasn’t just suspicion. It was instinct—quiet, persistent, and impossible to ignore. He didn’t answer. And somehow, that told her more than words ever could. Something wasn’t right. She could feel it—like a truth just out of reach. “That’s because you refuse to step outside the perception you’ve built for yourself,” he said. “Everything you need to understand is already right in front of you.” Her uncertain gaze faltered, loosening the weight of his words—enough to make him pause. “You already know everything you need to.” Her breath stuttered, betraying the calm she was trying to hold. “And what about the things I don’t?” she asked quietly, her fingers curling at her sides. He didn’t answer immediately. His