Protecting

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CHAPTER SIX

PROTECTING

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They got engaged two weeks ago.

The ceremony took place in a private location, hidden from prying eyes, as per his demand. It wasn’t extravagant; it was just her and his uninvited family. This was due to the risks surrounding their lives—hers being in danger, and his life filled with danger. He wanted to protect her from the paparazzi, business partners, and enemies who might manipulate her against him.

He also didn’t want to disrupt her peaceful life and turn it into a chaotic one for the sake of months.

In the first week, they met frequently to give the impression to their families that they were considering marriage, but they actually do? their true intention was to devise a plan for a divorce that would seem reasonable and raise no suspicions. During this time, they began to form a connection.

She gradually start placing her trust in him,

He gradually start respecting and obeying her,

Without their knowledge.

But for the past five days, they haven’t met. He called her once during that time, simply to ask if she had any ideas, but she didn’t have any to share. It’s not that he lacked plans; he just didn’t want to impose them on her. His life was lonely, with no one he depended on. He is the only one who matters to him, but in her case. She cares for others; her life depends on them, and she wanted to devise a plan that would work for both of them.

She yearned to come up with a strategy that would benefit them, one that would seamlessly align with her situation, leaving no room for doubt. She wished to bring off something meaningful for her mother before her gone, and now she felt a similar desire to help him. If there was a way to help them both, she would snatch the opportunity.

Since that call three days ago, he has vanished from her life. Yet, thoughts of him began to occupy her mind during her free moments.

Like now,

She was sitting in a corner of her college canteen, absentmindedly lost in thoughts of him while rolling her Intex figure ring. “Where has he gone? Why hasn’t he called me again? Is he nearby or far away? He didn’t even tell me. I long to see his forest green eyes!”

Aayesha's thoughts were interrupted by Rhea's teasing voice, "He's not here." Rhea's tone dripped with playful sarcasm as she set their drinks and steaming momos on the table before taking a seat across from her.

Aayesha narrowed her eyes, struggling to grasp the meaning behind Rhea's words. "What? He?" she inquired, her confusion evident.

With a smirk, other woman continued to tease, "Your future husband isn't around, so maybe stop staring off into space."

Aayesha shot Rhea a deadly glare, her earlier expressions fading away. With a warning tone laced with frustration, she replied, "Not today, Rhea."

After sharing the news of her marriage with her best friend, Aayesha recounted how her father was pressuring her into this union, the events that led to it, and the lies she had told to try to call off the wedding. She explained how she had unintentional attendance at his meeting, and the reasons behind his decision to marry her, except their separation and her disease.

Initially, Rhea had expressed the same hatred as her for him, frustrated that he hadn’t called off the marriage despite Aayesha's repeated refusals.

But, on the day of the engagement, her sentiments shifted dramatically upon laying eyes on him. Aayesha watched as Rhea's gaze became fixated, an unsettling sensation coursing through her as if she were witnessing something that rightfully belonged to her and ownership over the sight of him.

The first words that escaped her lips were, "Oh my goddess, is he really your fiancé? He’s incredibly handsome, hot, and sexy!" Aayesha felt a wave of disappointment at Rhea's reaction, but she knew the truth was undeniable.

He was drop-dead gorgeous.

Her thoughts again broken by Rhea's sharp tone as she pressed, "hasn’t he called you today either?" Aayesha shook her head, sadness washing over her.

In disbelief, Rhea stood, slamming her hand on the table in frustration. "How dare he! What does he think he is? Is my friend dying to meet him, are you?" She cast a final glance at Aayesha, seeking confirmation.

Aayesh flinched at the sudden shift in her friend's tone. She nodded in agreement, but the other woman stared at her, wide eyes and an open mouth, exclaiming in shock, "What? Are you dying to meet him?" Taken aback, Aayesh quickly shook her head, indicating a firm 'no.'

Rhea exhaled a breath of relief, remarking, "That's a relief. For a moment, I thought you were betraying me." She paused, narrowing her eyes slightly in suspicion before adding, "If you ever betray me, Aayesha, I swear I will make it impossible for your lungs to breathe."

Aayesha met her gaze, swallowing hard. After a few tense seconds, unable to withstand the intensity of Rhea's stare, she averted her eyes, looking down as she nervously rolled her ring on her index finger. "How could I betray you? You are my only friend," she murmured, taking a sip of her drink, even though her thoughts were racing elsewhere. She tried to silence her mind, reminding herself, "Not now, we're in lioness's den," and took another sip.

The other woman replied curtly, "Hmm, better for you," before her gaze fell upon Aayesha's ring finger, which she had never noticed before, she inquired, "Aayesha, where is your engagement ring?"

Aayesha turned her hand to reveal the bare finger, sighed, and pulled a chain from beneath her top, saying softly, "Here." Her tone was low and disinterested.

Rhea looked at the ring attached to the chain, her brow furrowing in confusion. Aayesha sensed her unasked question tucked the chain back and with a heavy heart, explained, "I don't know why, but I just don't want to show anyone or let them know about my wedding." Her voice was quiet and filled with uncertainty.

Aayesh was conflicted about her feelings regarding the marriage and him. So many thoughts swirled in her mind, yet none provided clarity. In that moment, she realized her feelings for Aarav weren't as strong as she had thought; perhaps it was merely a attraction.

Rhea, sensing the weight of the conversation, and decided to shifted the topic, her excitement, she asked. "Do you remember that we’re going to the club today with our classmates?"

Aayesha looked at her with a hint of joy and murmured, "Yes, I remember, and I can't wait for night ." She smiled, Rhea smiled back, and they continued to chat as they finished their drinks and food before heading out of the canteen for their lectures.

As they stood at the campus gate, preparing to head home, Rhea turned to Aayesha and said, "I’ll pick you up; be ready by 9 o'clock."

Aayesha gently declined, "No need, miss. I’ll meet you directly at the club."

Rhea's expression shifted slightly, curiosity evident in her eyes as she inquired, "Why not?"

Aayesha explained, "I have to drop my mother off at her friend's house first, but I will come right after."

With a nod of understanding, Rhea replied, "Alright then, I’ll wait for you. Just don’t keep me waiting too long."

Aayesha nodded in agreement, and they parted ways.

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At the blue nightclub,

He ascended the staircase, one hand casually tucked into his pocket. Aman strolled past him, a mere shadow in his path.

He had engaged to her now, she had become not just his fiancée but the very essence of his responsibility. His gaze frequently drifted to his ring finger, questioning the reality of their bond. Is this truly his fate? Is she genuinely his?

At times, he wondered if marrying her was the right choice? His instincts warned him that things might spiral out of control after the wedding. Yet, he couldn't abandon her, especially knowing she was in danger.

In silence, he took measures to ensure her safety without her awareness. Wherever she went, his men followed carefully, keeping a watchful eye. Each day, they reported back to him, and knowing even the slightest scratch on her beautiful skin wouldn't happen brought him great relief. Once their issues were resolved, he planned to end the marriage as swiftly as possible.

He paused on the third floor of the club, his purpose clear: to confront the man who had betrayed him, a fool who still believed wahan was unaware to the truth.

Really?

Doesn’t he know who he is?

Of course, he knows, yet the audacity of this man is astonishing. But that won’t last long; he intends to leave a more lasting impression by ending his life.

He halted in the corridor, facing a door, a devilish smirk playing on his lips, his dark eyes glinting with intent. Aman opened the door for him, and he strode inside with a heavy, deliberate step. The room was bathed in the soft glow of blue lights, a fitting homage to the his club's name.

The man he had come to confront turned at the sound of the door creaking open, rising to meet Wahan with a smile that barely concealed his fright. "You finally arrived. I've been waiting for you," the man said, his voice trembling with fear. Wahan noted the tension radiating from him, a sight that only deepened his smile.

He didn't say anything as he took a seat directly across from the man who had been sitting there before. The man wasted no time and got straight to the point. "I don't want to waste your valuable time, Heller. Here’s the contract based on your requirements. Shall we proceed with the signing?" His body trembled with fear, and beads of sweat trickled down from his brows. The man wants to do it fast.

With a devilish smirk, he replied with a hint of amusement, "Why not?" The man, froced a smile, extended the documents toward him with a shaky hand.

But Wahan halted him. The man frowned, gulped nervously and, with a quiver in his voice, asked, "Is there a problem, Heller?"

Wahan shook his head in denial and firmly said, "You sign first, Mr. Seghal."

The man looked confused but complied, signing the documents before handing them back to Wahan with a forced smile, saying, "Now, your turn."

As Wahan picked up the papers to read, he inquired, "Why are you sweating so much, Mr. Seghal?"

The man's heart raced, and he wiped his brow, stammering, "It's.. it's nothing, just a bit warm in here, that's all." His voice trembled, and deep down, he sensed that something terrible was about to unfold.

Wahan suddenly tore the papers in half, throwing the pieces onto the table. The man stared in shock, his eyes widening. "What—" he began, but his words faltered as Wahan pulled a gun from his waistband and aimed it at him. "I'm see how much audacity you have to lying before me," The man's body shook in response to this unexpected turn of events.

He attempted to defend himself, stammering, "I’m—" but Wahan interrupted, his voice rising, "Do you truly believe that after betraying me to my enemies, you can walk away unharmed?" The man was paralyzed with fear.

Wahan shouted, "How dare you sell my consignment information!" Before the man could utter a plea for mercy, Wahan shot him between the eyes, a chilling smile gracing his lips as he turned to leave, handing his gun to Aman, who awaited him outside the room.

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Rhea dialed Aayesha's number, and to her surprise, Aayesha picked up on the very first ring. "Where are you?" She inquired.

"Right behind you," came the cheerful reply.

Turning around, Rhea spotted Aayesha, her hand waving in the air, a radiant smile lighting up her face. Rhea returned the gesture with equal warmth.

Rhea was dressed in a chic, knee-length black dress with one sleeveless side, she complemented her look with sleek black pencil heels. Aayesha, on the other hand, dazzled in a light pink mid-thigh dress featuring a single strap, paired elegantly with pointed glass pink heels. Both women had chosen makeup that enhanced their natural beauty, adorned with minimal jewelry. Rhea's brownish locks were styled in a high ponytail, while Aayesha's long black hair cascaded around her hips.

With excitement bubbling over, Aayesha walked up to Rhea and playfully pulled her along, exclaiming, "Let’s go, Rhea! It’s time to enjoy the night!"

Rhea echoed her excitement, exclaiming, "Absolutely! Let’s make this party unforgettable!" Their hearts raced with anticipation as they headed to the club; after a long time, they came to the club.

Upon arrival, they found a VIP area reserved just for their group, and all their friends were already there, just as they had planned. They entered, greeted their friends, and joined in the dancing, drawing the attention of many, especially Aayesha, who seemed to captivate everyone around her, and one eye, which isn't slightly turned from her, and she anywhere of it in her enjoyment.

Exhausted, after dancing for a while, they decided to take a break and find a spot to relax and collect energy for second around. They settled next to each other in a cozy seating area, ordering refreshing non-alcoholic drinks.

As they shared laughter over lighthearted banter, their conversation was interrupted by a familiar voice. "Hello, girls." They turned to see Ruhan, a classmate.

He extended his hand toward Aayesha, causing her heart to race, but Rhea quickly extended her hand first, greeting him warmly. "Hi, Ruhan! How are you?" She glanced back at Aayesha, silently encouraging her to say hello too. Aayesha quickly followed suit, saying, "Hi, Ruhan!"

As Rhea withdrew her hand, and asked, "When did you arrive?"

"Just a little while ago," he replied while taking his hand back and both girls shared a knowing hum in responsed.

He shifted his attention to the woman beside her and asked, "Aayesha, would you like to dance with me?" Rhea's eyes widened in surprise as she glanced over her shoulder.

Aayesha nervously rubbed her sweaty palms together and replied softly, "Hmm... actually, I'm sorry, but I've just danced and I'm feeling quite exhausted." Her voice was gentle, accompanied by a hesitant smile.

He felt a wave of disappointment wash over him, but he managed to respond with a sweet smile, "Oh, that's okay. You should relax then." She returned his smile, but as he turned away, a flush of anger crept onto his face, and he walked off.

His jaw clenched in frustration; he couldn't shake the feeling of rejection; she was the only girl he had approached that night, and she had turned him down. He made his way to the bar, where his friends laughed at his repeated rejection by the same girl. He couldn't understand why she consistently denied him. He was the most handsome boy at their university, the object of many girls' affections, yet he had never cast a glance their way.

Aayesha, however, was different. She never seemed to notice him, nor did she allow him to touch her in any manner, not even for a handshake. This fascinates him and drew him in even more, making him want her even more desperately.

Slamming his hand on the counter, he muttered through gritted teeth, "How dare she reject me every single time? I won't let this go. She needs to pay for it tonight." He ordered both a non-alcoholic and an alcoholic drink, mixing them together.

He waiting for the perfect moment, which arrived when Rhea stepped outside to take a call. Grasps the opportunity, he approached Aayesha, who was sitting alone, lost in the rhythm of the background music. He checked again, confirming Rhea was nowhere in sight. Standing beside her at a respectful distance, he said softly, "Aayesha, Rhea asked me to bring you this drink." He extended the glass toward her.

Startled by his sudden voice so close to her, she met his gaze and instinctively shifted back. Hesitantly, she replied, "But I don’t drink alcohol—"

He interrupted her gently, smiling, "I know, it’s non-alcoholic. Rhea mentioned that." A wave of relief wash over her as she accepted the glass from his hand, but he intentionally brushed against her. She thought it was an accident and murmured, "Thank you," her voice soft and sincere.

She took a sip, noticing that the taste was unlike any other drink she had tried. But, she dismissed it, thinking that many drinks start off differently but eventually they taste same. With that thought, she swallowed it down, unaware of the mistake she was making. He watched her with a smirk as she began to lose her grip on reality.

A wave of unease washed over her; her chest felt heavy, each breath became a task. With trembling legs, she attempted to stand, but they betrayed her, and just as she was about to fall, Ruhan caught her by the waist, drawing her against him. His husky voice whispered, "Sweetheart, be careful."

In a swift motion, she pushed him away, her voice sharp as she declared. "Don’t you dare touch me." her phobia take over her and ruhan angry take over him.

He seized her wrist, pulling her closer, his voice laced with fury. "I don’t just touch you; I’ll do much more. I’ll make you scream my name with that beautiful mouth of yours." His words dripped with lust and malice as he brushed his fingers against her lips, smirking. "So soft."

A shiver coursed through her, making it harder to breathe. She pushed his hand away from her lips, desperately trying to escape his hold.

Looking around in shock, she realized there was no one to help her, just Ruhan's friends, who were watching with hungry eyes. Disgust washed over her, and tears filled her eyes.  Was there truly no one to help her? She felt utterly powerless.

He gripped her chin, forcing her to face him as he leaned in to kiss her. Panic surged within her, and with all her strength, she pushed him back and slapped him hard, leaving a mark on his cheek. He recoiled, his hand pressed on his face, eyes blazing with rage as he growled, "You bitch," his gaze burning into her with fury.

Her legs shook as she saw him approaching., a wave of terror washing over her. Panic surged within her, prompting her to run away, but fate had other plans; she collided into someone. Just as she was about to stumble, a firm hand grasped her arm, steadying her.

A shiver coursed through her, yet it was not fear that gripped her now. She pushed his hand away, avoiding his gaze, and murmured an apology, "I’m sorry..." Her voice trembled, barely above a whisper, laced with dread.

Before she could escape, he tightened his hold on her arm, stopping her in her tracks. She swallowed hard, her heart racing as fear washed over her, but a strange calm settled in as she heard his cold-and-sinful voice, "Blue?"

Slowly, she turned to look up at him, her brown eyes reflecting the deep green of her favorite forest, a place she longed to escape to. In that moment, all her insecurities, fears, and the sense of danger faded away.

After a moment of hesitation, she wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his chest as tears streamed down her cheeks, soaking his shirt. He didn’t pull away, but doesn't held her, recalling the fear in her eyes from their last encounter. In a broken whisper, she pleaded, "P-please help me, Wahan, p-please."

The sound of his name on her lips twitched something deep within him, yet her plea made his muscles tense. With genuine concern, he asked, "What happened, Blue?"

At that moment, Ruhan and his friends arrived, and the sight before him caught Ruhan off guard. He muttered under his breath, "So, she won’t let me touch her, but she allows him? Just a bitch she is"

She glanced over her shoulder, spotting Ruhan, and horror washed over her, causing her grip on Wahan to tighten. Wahan followed her gaze, his expression darkening as it landed on Ruhan. She buried her face deeper into his chest, seeking refuge from him.

"Darling?" he called softly once more.

With trembling hands, she pointed toward Ruhan, her sobs breaking through, "He—" But before she could finish, Ruhan interjected with a dismissive tone, mine. "Leave her, bro. She's mine. Go do your charity of helping somewhere else."

He held her gaze for a moment, but then he turned away, she needing his full attention. He placed his hand gently on the back of her head, feeling her soft hair brush against him, and inquired gently, "What he, darling?"

She nestled her face against his chest, attempting to articulate her thoughts once more, but was interrupted by Ruhan's irritating voice, "Listen to me, bro—"

Wahan shot him a fierce look, silencing him with the intensity of his dark, shadowy eyes. His jaw tightened in frustration as he pressed her more into his chest, seeking to provide comfort, aware that his voice might frighten her. He growled a warning, "Did you not hear she was saying something?  Don’t you dare interrupt again, because after this, I won’t be able to hold back."

She flinched at his tone, and he tenderly stroked her head to soothe her. In a soft, calming voice, he reassured her, "Shh... don’t be scared, I’m not speaking to you, Blue."

Aman arrived, drawn by his boss's voice. Witnessing the scene before him, his eyes widened in disbelief—was this truly his boss? Yet, seeing Aayesha's distress filled him with sympathy. Wahan's fierce protectiveness was intimidating. It was the first time he had witnessed his boss show such concern for someone, leaving Aman uncertain about what he might do to the one responsible for her pain.

He inhaled deeply, wishing the worst for the person who had harmed her. Their bond was strong, and if that individual mattered to his boss, then they mattered to him as well.

Once she had calmed, he gently pulled her back, holding her jaw to face him. Their eyes met again, soft and pleading, and he urged, "Now, speak."

Ruhan attempted to interject, but Aman swiftly pointed his gun at him, warning, "Do not utter a single word." Ruhan, terrified by the sight of the weapon, swallowed hard and he nodded.

Wahan brushed his thumb across her cheek, noticing the tears welling in her eyes. Words seemed stuck in her throat, and after several attempts, she finally managed to say, "H-he tried to touch and kiss me forcefully." She sobbed, continuing, "And he said he wouldn’t just touch me, but would make me scream his name." She couldn't finish her thought, breaking down into tears again, and Wahan's expression darkened at her words.

She embraced her once more, adding softly, "But I slapped him when I heard that."

He proudly whispered, "You did so well, darling."

Suddenly, she turned to face him again, extending her hand like a child, revealing the lingering marks left by Ruhan. He glanced at her hand, then at the visible red bruise, as her voice trembled, "He twisted my wrist so tightly that it still aches, and he spiked my drink to."

His gaze turned to Ruhan, his eyes cold and lifeless, sending a chill through his body. Clenching his other hand fist to maintain control, he shifted his focus back to her after hearing her plea, "He'll hurt me again; please help me. Please."

He reassured her, "I am here; no one dares to harm you. Adjust it in your little mind, to-be-my-wife." At his words, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and she buried her face in his chest.

This was merely the effect of her drink, and she was unaware of her actions.

Gently, he pulled her away and said, "Come with me." She nodded, pouting slightly. He extended his hand, asking, "Would you like to hold my hand?" Hesitant, she reached out with just one finger, and he grasped it as if it were the most precious treasure.

Before departing, he instructed Aman, "No one leaves this place. Make sure of it, Aman. We need to make them pay for what they did to her." Aman nodded firmly in agreement.

He guided her to the second floor, still holding her finger delicately, and opened the door to a random room with a master card, leading her inside. He seated her on the bed and knelt before her without hesitation, maintaining his composure. Grabbing a water bottle from the nightstand, he unscrewed the cap.

She watched, captivated, as his strong hands moved with grace. He offered her the water bottle, and she took a sip, while he gently removed her heels and set them aside. He took the bottle from her and placed it back on the nightstand.

She yearned to reach for his hands, but she suppressed that desire. Feeling her eyelids grow heavy, she softly asked him, "Can I sleep here for a bit?"

He nodded with a gentle smile, replying, "Of course, this place belongs to you as well. I have some work to finish, but I'll take you home afterward." She smiled back, and in that moment, his heart forgot its usual rhythm.

As he leaned in to caress her hair, she halted him with a hint of fear in her voice, "Please, don’t touch me." Her eyes glistened with unshed tears.

Instantly, he withdrew his hand, noticing the fear and moisture in her gaze. They would pay for this to, he thought. With concern, he reassured her, "please don’t cry. I won’t touch you, alright? Just sleep." Her soft giggle brought a smile to his lips.

She settled onto the bed, and he draped the duvet over her, murmuring, "Your giggles is so peacefull."

With wide, curious eyes, she asked, "Really?"

He nodded, affirming, "Yes, truly!"

As she closed her eyes, he gently called out, "Blue..." She opened her eyes to meet his gaze.

With a gentle smile, she replied, "Hmm..." He looked deeply into her sparkling eyes, as if trying to read her very soul.

"Did he do anything else to you?" he inquired, not doubting her honesty but concerned that she might have overlooked something in her sober. She shook her head, indicating 'no.'

He sighed softly, saying, "Alright, sleep now," as he tucked her in more securely. Turning to leave, she grasped his hand, saying, "Let me fall asleep first," tightening her grip.

He looked puzzled but nodded in agreement. Sitting at the edge of the bed, he respected her space, saying, "Now sleep." She smiled and closed her eyes. Hesitantly, he caressed her hair, watching her face for any sign of discomfort, but found none. She seemed to relax further under his touch. His eyes stuck to her face.

Once he was sure she had drifted off, he gently released her hand. Before leaving, he whispered, "Don’t wake up, princess. I’ll return shortly," and quietly slipped out, casting one last glance at her before closing the door behind him.

He re-entered the VIP area, where Ruhan and his friends were in a heated argument with Aman. The atmosphere shifted, cloaked in a dark shadow. Without hesitation, he approached Ruhan and delivered a punch so forceful that it sent him crashing to the ground. Shaking his hand in the air, he growled, "How dare you lay a finger on her? Do you even know who she is? Do you know where she belongs?"

Grasped Ruhan by the collar, he hit him again, but this time Ruhan retorted, "How dare you hit me? Do you have any idea who I am? I own this place every you're standing."

Aman narrowed his gaze, shaking his head in disbelief by the fool words.

He clenched his jaw, irritated by anyone trying to claim what was his. With raised brows, he inquired, "Your place?" His voice dripped with a blend fury and frustration.

Ruhan made the mistake of nodding, Wahan to strike him once more, he grip tighten more, and made him to into his dark burning gaze. Gritted his teeth, he hissed, "Who the fucking told you that? This is my club, mine, damn it! Wahan Khurana's!"

Ruhan's eyes widened in confusion and shock, his friends mirroring his disbelief. He stammered, "What? W-Wahan Khurana?" His intense gaze shot to Ruhan, demanding to know who had spoken such words.

Ruhan's voice shakes when he speaks, "My dad." He recognized Wahan's name but was unaware of the power and fear he lead with him.

Wahan shouted, "Say the fucking his name!"

The boy hesitated before responding, "Manish Bedi."

Wahan's voice turned dangerous as he ordered Aman, "Call Bedi and tell him I want him here in ten minutes." Ruhan looked on, confused and shocked. Wahan punched him again, asserting, "This club belongs to me. I owner of this every property."

Eight minutes and forty-three seconds later, Mr. Bedi arrived at the club after Aman's call. Without taking in his surroundings, he stood before Wahan, who sat regally in a single chair with his legs crossed. Mr. Bedi bowed slightly, fear evident in his voice, "What happened, sir? Why did you call me urgently?"

Ruhan addressed him, "dad." a term that echoed with both love and panic.

The man turned, his gaze falling upon his son standing alone, while he had sent his friends away for their treatment. Mr. Bedi's brows knitted together in puzzled as he inquired, "What are you doing here?"

Ruhan, ignoring the question, his voice trembling with fear as he pressed, "Why do you bow before him? It's your rightful place, dad. Is this not your domain?" Wahan chuckled softly from the shadows.

His father retorted sharply, "How dare you speak such nonsense? He owns the club—no, not just the club, but the entire world—" but his words stuck in his throat as he caught Wahan's gaze.

With a voice as deep as thunder and a devilish smirk, Wahan interjected, "Now, dear son, do you grasp who the true owner is?" He shifted his attention from Ruhan to Mr. Bedi, his tone haunting as he asked, "Are you aware of what your son has done?"

Mr. Bedi wiped the sweat from his brow, stammering, "What has he done?"

Wahan advanced like a predator, his eyes blazing with fury as he fumed, "Your beloved son laid hands on my wife, forced a kiss upon her, and hurt the queen of my world. Do you have any idea how terrified she is because of him? Now tell me, what shall I do with him?" His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Mr. Bedi's breath caught in his throat as he looked at his son with sympathy, then lowered his gaze, knowing what was about to unfold. Seeing his father like that, Ruhan felt a surge of fear and stepped in front of him, whispering urgently, "Dad, please say something."

Mr. Bedi remained silent.

Ruhan shook him and pleaded, "Please, Dad." Tears filled his father's eyes.

Now, there was no one to save him.

They knew it.

Wahan make a break in, "Now tell me, Mr. Dad, what shall I do with your son? Spare him or end him?" Ruhan's gaze darted to Wahan,  who was eyeing his gun.

Ruhan was horrified, not merely frightened by the weapon but by the chilling words of his father: "Kill him." He looked at his father, his body trembling with fear.

Wahan smirked and coldly replied, "Alright then, kill him," tossing the gun toward Mr. Bedi.

Mr. Bedi, fully aware of the gravity of the situation, felt his hand tremble as he gripped the gun tightly. Ruhan, in a state of desperation, pleaded his father, "No, please, Dad. Don’t do this. I’m your son! Don’t go through with it. please!" He then turned to Wahan, "Please, make him stop. I’m sorry. I promise I won’t go near her again. I won’t even look at her for the rest of my life. Just let me go."

Wahan’s gaze was fierce as he retorted, "I won’t let you breathe the same air as her, and you dare to speak of seeing her again?" He paused, He paused, his voice dripping with anger and possessiveness. "I’m sure she begged too, but did you ever listen?" Ruhan flinched at the intensity of Wahan's words.

He paused and faced Ruhan again, delivering a final, powerful punch as he spoke in a low, chilling tone, "And yes, she belongs to me. She isn't a mere charity of my to help; she’s my responsibility to care for and protect."

Turning to Mr. Bedi, Wahan commanded, "Make it quick. I’m leaving now, and ensure that no one discovers my wife’s whereabouts." His concern for her safety was most important, and he was determined to shield her from further harm.

Before departing, he instructed Aman, "Make sure he's dead." As he exited, he felt a sense of urgency; he didn’t want her to wake up and find him missing. Halfway down the stairs, he heard two loud gun shots, and a sinister smile crept across his face.

He entered the room where he had left her, finding her still asleep. He moved closer, as if she were a magnet and had drawn him. He longed to caress her face but limited himself, his gaze lingering on her lips as she murmured in her sleep, igniting a fire within him.

He wanted to wake her, but she looked so peaceful. Checking the time, he noted it was twelve-thirty in the morning, and it's only an hour and a half before he left her, but he needed to wake and drop her.

With a gentle voice, he called out, "Blue."

There was no response.

He leaned in closer, trying again, "Blue."

Still no answer.

Leaning near her ear, he whispered in a low, husky voice, "Darling, wake up."

She stirred slightly, mumbling, "Just five more minutes, Mom."

Frowning, he replied firmly, "I’m not your mother; I’m your husband." When she didn’t respond, he smirked and added in a serious tone, "Your mom called me, and she was angery"

With a sudden movement, she sat up and inquired, "Is she really angry?" He nodded innocently, and she accepted it as truth. During their encounter, he realized that she was frightened of her mother.

"I need to get home," she exclaimed, disentangling herself from the duvet. Just as she was about to rise, he stopped her, saying, "I promised I would drive you."

Though still feeling the effects of her earlier drinking, she urged him, "Then please take me quickly; if I’m late, she’ll kill me."

He reassured her, "No one would dare lay a finger on you while I'm by your side."

Her cheeks flushed, and her stomach twisted with a mix of emotions, but she chose to brush off his words, and in her angelic voice, she requested, "Please drop me off." Noticing her crimson cheeks, he smirked and nodded in agreement.

He brought her heels, saying, "Let’s put these on first, then we can leave." But she shook her head in refusal. He tilted his head, asking, "Why not?"

She glanced at her bare feet and replied, "They’re uncomfortable; they hurt." Standing tall, she declared, "I’ll go barefoot." He attempted to protest, but she firmly insisted, "When I say I’ll go barefoot, I mean it. Do you understand?" and pointed a finger at him.

He observed her, then hummed to encourage her small act of defiance, knowing she was still not fully aware and that arguing wouldn’t help.

He asked, "May I have your finger?" She smiled and extended her index finger, and together they left the room.

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As they exited the club, they heard Aman's voice. Wahan was holding up a single finger while her other hand clutched her heels, a sight that stunned Aman. However, the shock quickly vanished, replaced by a chill of fear as he heard his boss’s icy tone pierce the air, “What happened now?”

Without uttering a word, he extended his hand toward Wahan, who looked at him in confusion. Aman was grasping a bag, prompting him to ask, “What?”

"Boss, ma'am's bag," Aman replied, and just as he finished, Aayesha snatched the bag from him, exclaiming, "Oh, it's mine!"

He glanced at her and then back at his assistant, curiosity evident in his eyes. "How did you know it was hers?"

Aman chuckled lightly, “Boss, don’t joke,” but the stern expression on his boss’s face quickly choke his amusement. He replied earnestly, “It’s due to the color of ma’am’s dress. I must take my leave now,” and he hurried away, feeling the weight of his boss's gaze.

Once Aman had vanished from sight, he turned his attention to his little darling, who was busy rummaging through her bag. For the first time that evening, he truly admired her, having been so consumed by her fear and other matters that he hadn’t fully appreciated her beauty until now. A wave of desire surged within him at the mere sight of her.

Quickly, he averted his gaze and took a deep breath to steady himself. "Let's go," he said after regaining his composure, and they left together.

He opened the car door for her, ensuring she was seated comfortably before fastening her seatbelt and draping his blazer over her legs. He then slid into the driver’s seat, casting a brief glance in her direction as he started the engine, and it roared to life.

As he drove, she drifted into slumber beside him, the gentle hum of her breathing the only sound breaking the silence. The roads were nearly vacant, and it would take at least half an hour to reach her home.

He stole a glance at her for the forty-four time, wanting to say something but hesitating each time. A flicker of emotion danced in his eyes, one he was struggled to hide.

He gazed at the empty road, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. After a heavy sigh, he finally spoke, "I’m not sure what you’re doing to me, but I can’t tell if being around you is good or it doesn't." He paused, turning to look at her, then added, "I know that after our wedding, so many things will change, and I’m not sure I can accept that."

His eyes returned to the road as he continued, "You’re gradually making me feel vulnerable."

In her sleep, she murmured, "Am I?"

He wasn’t scared; it didn’t really matter to him, and he knew she was drunk. He glanced at her, realizing she spoke in her sleep, and nodded in response to her unconscious words, "Yes."

She pouted slightly and innocently said, "Please don’t become weak because of me; I’ll leave you to."

He understood her words in the context of their situation. "Yes, I know we’ll be apart," he replied.

She forced a smile and said, "I said me, not we." He tilted his head, studying her, struggling to grasping her words, but they lingered in his mind as he murmured, "You?" She nodded in agreement.

She opened her eyes a bit and looked at him, her heavy eyelids fluttering. Her gaze fell on his ring finger, where her ring sparkled, and she smiled, "You wear my ring all the time."

He glanced at the ring, then back at her, humming softly, "Hmm, but you don’t wear mine." And chuckled, there was an understanding in his tone; he was acutely aware of the nature of their force marriage.

She pulled out a chain tucked inside her dress, saying, "I don’t wear it, but I keep it close to me always." He observed her hands, which held his ring attached to the chain. He wanted to ask why, but he felt he had no right in her life.

They continued to talk in her drunken state, and he inquired about her likes and dislikes as much as he could, till they hadn’t reached her house. He respected her privacy and didn’t push too far.

He parked the car outside her house and stepped out to waited for her mother, whom he had already called on his way here.

The door to her house swung open, revealing her mother, who stepped out with concern etched across her face. Approaching him, she inquired, her gaze fixed on her daughter, "Is she alright? Did she drink too much? How did she end up like this?"

He observed her anxious demeanor and replied, "Please, ma'am relax, she is fine, and I’m not quite sure how this happened. I just happened to run into her by chance." he wasn't lying, but doesn't tell her whole story cuz it's his blue responsibility to reveal truth not his. He also knows she's going to forget everything.

Her mother opened the side door, gently tapping her daughter's cheeks and calling out, "Aayesha, sweetheart, wake up. Mumma is here. Aayesha." But there was no response; Aayesha merely stirred slightly in her sleep.

After witnessing her mother-in-law's unsuccessful attempts, he ventured, "If you don’t mind, ma’am, may I carry her?" He looked at her mother with a hint of nervousness, awaiting her response.

She nodded, and by asking her permission first, he earned her trust. His simple question relieved her mother's guts for her daughter.

He bent down, adjusted his jacket, and lifted Aayesha into his arms with utmost care, making his way toward her home. Her mother followed closely behind, observing them with a mix of admiration and concern. She noted that her daughter showed no signs of fear in his embrace, perhaps due to the effects of the alcohol.

Gently, he laid her on the bed and tucked her in with the duvet, pausing to gaze at her for a moment before turning away. Her mother stood at the doorway, the atmosphere thick with tension; he knows her dislikes his presence.

Caught in a dilemma about whether to engage in a conversation with her or leave quietly, the silence was broken by her mother, who expressed her gratitude, saying, "Thank you for taking care of her."

Their eyes shifted to Aayesha. Unsure of how to respond, he merely hummed in acknowledgement. Her mother continued, "It’s quite late, so if you’re comfortable, you can stay here too."

He regarded her mother for a moment before politely declining, "Thank you, ma'am, but there’s no need to concern yourself with me."

With a nod, her mother fell silent once more, and this time, he broke the stillness, stating, "I have work to attend to, so I’ll be taking my leave now." Without waiting for her response, he exited swiftly, feeling suffocated by the atmosphere around them. It had been over a decade since he had truly felt cared for, making it difficult for him to process his emotions—or perhaps he simply didn’t want to feel them again.