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Some new characters, some old identities. Agni Singh Rathore was once again wreaking havoc all over the world, 30 years later, he had arrived in Berlin.
Three people were sitting inside a warehouse; one man was lying on the ground, his body bleeding. Two guards were brutally beating him; blood was oozing out from various parts of his body.
The three people sitting there had no expression on their faces. One of them was sipping wine, relaxing, as if seeing this was giving him peace.
In the darkness, his face was not visible. Then a boy sitting next to him, about his age, spoke in a cold voice, "How did you find out that someone from our own gang was leaking our news?"
Agni Singh Rathore, he was the one who could count the feathers of a flying bird. Here, even enmity was being done by showing friendship. I kept track of my enemies as much as I didn't keep track of my friends. After all, I am Agni Singh Rathore. Rathore never trusted anyone blindly. But when he looked at a person with open eyes, he could count his thoughts, his every blood cell.
A smirk was on Agni's face.
A boy sitting there, who was almost drunk, spoke in a tipsy voice, "But bro, what if you fall in love with someone by mistake? What will you do then? Will you still be Agni Singh Rathore?"
His voice was drunk. He leaned forward, his face on the table, and looked at Agni sitting in the darkness.
Agni placed the wine glass he was holding on the table and stood up. Adjusting his coat buttons, he said, "No one in the world has been born that Agni Singh Rathore will fall in love with. And the day Agni Singh Rathore falls in love, he won't be Agni Singh Rathore." As he spoke, he got up and came to the man being beaten and brutally grabbed his hair and hit his head against the wall there. A satisfaction was on his face, which was fading into the darkness.
Agni stood up straight, looking at the man. He came to the guard and cleaned his hands on his clothes, saying, "Things that make too much noise should be silenced forever. I don't tolerate things that make too much noise."
As he spoke, he adjusted his cufflinks and stepped out directly.
A boy who was sipping soft drinks comfortably looked at the boy lying unconscious on the table and slapped him on the head, saying, "Hey, O Arav's kid, you're not a milk-fed baby who needs to be carried in someone's lap all the time. Get up and walk. Or should I leave you here? I won't be able to carry you in my lap every time. "
The boy, who had reached a state of unconsciousness on the table, crawled like a small child to the boy and buried his face in his waist, saying, "Tarbish Bhai, please take me home, I'm very sleepy. And I'm very tired after today's racing. You people didn't even let me go and bring the trophy there, and directly picked me up. You know how many hot girls were there who were crazy to see me, who were offering me directly. But Bhai seems to have taken a vow, he doesn't let me even wander around them like a fly."
His voice was becoming tearful.
Tarbish stroked his hair and said, "Arre, my Lala, you're probably forgetting. You have to go back home tomorrow. So you need to put your indulgence in the back pocket of your pants. Where you're going, you won't even get to see girls there, let alone children. You know where you're going, my red?" As he spoke, he got up and lifted Arav into his lap.
Arav snuggled into his lap like a small child. "Tarbish Bhai, I love you. You're better than my brother," he said, kissing his cheek and sank into his shoulder.
Tarbish shook his head and took him out directly and sat him almost forcibly in the parked Bugatti and sat down on the driving seat and drove the car away quickly.
His car was speeding through the streets of Berlin. After some time, the car stopped near a large mansion. The mansion had a big letter written on it: A.S.R. As soon as the car stopped, the door opened. Tarbish took the car inside. Once again, he lifted Arav like a small child into his lap and took him into the room.
There were three master bedrooms there. Tarbish took a deep breath and left him on the bed, saying, "Now sleep without drama."
Arav made a small face and said, "Bro, I'm not sleepy. Please take off my clothes."
Tarbish looked at him angrily and said, "Sometimes I feel like I'm his wife. Whenever I see him, he keeps asking me to take off his clothes, what a loser!" As he spoke, he pulled out his shirt and threw it away and walked quickly towards the other room.
Agni's room.
Agni was taking a shower at that time. He had both his hands on the bathroom wall and water was falling all around him. His strong body was getting wet slowly; he looked very attractive. He slowly raised his head and felt the cold drops on his face. His eyes closed suddenly. He felt something, like someone was touching him. He slowly opened his eyes. There was a girl in front of him whose face was not visible; her intoxicated eyes were very deep.
Agni grabbed the girl's waist with a jerk and brought her close, saying, "Who are you? Why are you disturbing me? Since I felt you, I've been going crazy, wanting to touch you. And you keep coming close to me and provoking me and leaving. I'm Agni, fire! Hot like fire, I will burn and reduce to ashes. Don't come close to me like this."
He pushed the girl away.
The girl turned back and looked at Agni, saying, "I didn't know that you would get so much anger just because we disturbed your sleep. But it's okay, we will remove this longing, this craving very soon. We are coming to meet you." As she spoke, she came very close to him.
Agni glared at the girl. Then Tarbish's voice came to his ears from outside, "Agni! Are you sleeping inside? Come out, I need to talk to you about something important."
Agni, who was in some other thought, came back to his senses and looked around. He was alone in the bathroom. He clenched his fist in anger and hit the wall. His veins bulged; his blue eyes looked very scary. His eyes were like the sea, which was calm a little while ago, but now a volcano was erupting in those eyes.
Once again, he hit the wall and said, "If you're anyone, never come in front of me, or I'll take your life." As he spoke, he felt the cold water of the shower on his body for some time and came out wrapped in a towel.
Anger was clearly visible on his face.
Tarbish was sitting on the bed outside. He looked at Agni's bulging veins and said, "What happened? You were so relaxed until now, how did you get so angry?"
"I don't know who she is, where she is from, every time I see her she keeps me on my mind, if I find her I will kill her," Agni said.
Tarbish laughed at his words and started teasing him, "She's the first girl who's got you in a fix. Otherwise, you were the one who used to disturb the sleep of girls at night. I don't know how many girls have you as a shadow on their hearts. What would they be doing in their dreams at night with you. And one you are who is disturbed by just one girl, whom you haven't even seen. Oh God! You disturb the sleep of girls, enjoy with them on the bed, and now for some time, one girl, whom you don't even know, is dominating your mind. Oh my God!"
There was a smile on Tarbish's face.
Agni threw the towel he was holding, which he was using to dry his hair, almost on Tarbish's face and said, "If you don't like your life, then tell me, I'll take it right now!" As he spoke, he came out directly.
He was wearing only trousers at this time. His hair was slightly disheveled, which was scattered on his forehead. His muscular body looked attractive at night, especially when the light reflected on his body. There were some guards standing there; there was shooting equipment kept there. One guard was standing with a bottle on his head; some people were standing in different positions with bottles. Agni picked up the gun and started shooting without looking. His mind was very bad.
Tarbish, who had come behind him, kept watching him shooting like this. Everyone knew Agni's aim could never miss. After shooting for some time, he calmed down and leaned on the table there, saying, "What is the news...?"
Tarbish showed him the phone he was holding and said, "You know what? A call came. They want you to come back."
Agni refused directly, saying, "I'm not going."
"But Agni, you should go. And why don't you want to go?" Tarbish asked.
Agni looked at him and said, "Do you really think I need to answer any questions?"
Tarbish went inside without saying anything.
It was morning. Agni was standing on his balcony; he was looking at the rising sun. There was fire in his eyes. He stood like that for a long time. Then Tarbish put his hand on his shoulder and said, "Didn't you sleep? Or did some girl disturb your sleep again?"
Agni turned back suddenly. His eyes were red. He didn't seem like he had blinked even for a moment. He looked at him with scary eyes and stepped directly into the room.
After some time, the three people were standing on the helipad. All three were wearing branded aviation suits. Agni looked at everyone with black shades on his eyes and said, "If anything happens here, it will be just one and now I have come to know that you people have done something in my absence and you will all lose your lives." The guard nodded.
After some time, they sat inside. Agni was moving his fingers on the laptop with no emotion. He looked like he was attending a meeting. Tarbish was also scrolling through his phone. And Arav was sleeping with his whole body and mind.
On the other hand, in a large mansion in India, in a dark room, a man whose face was not visible was sitting on a swivel chair. The chair was made of wood, due to which the sound was echoing in the room. After some time, the man stood up and came into the light. A cloth was tied around one of his eyes; only one eye was visible, in which he had put on glasses. A large picture was hanging in front of him.
He stood in front of it and said, "The heir of the mansion is coming back. And I have changed this return into the end. I am also Rathore's blood." As he spoke, he picked up the phone there and called someone, saying, "They will arrive tomorrow morning, and after that, it is your job to take their last breath. If they survive by mistake, you won't stay alive." He hung up the phone.
A deep silence fell in that room. The room fell into darkness again.
Rathore Haveli, Lucknow, was a well-known haveli; their currency was in circulation in the city. And today, after twenty years, his grandson was returning home. The entire city had been decorated to celebrate this joy. A convoy of cars was about to depart shortly. There was excitement all around.
The atmosphere at the Thakur Haveli had become vibrant; there was a commotion everywhere. Everyone was engaged in their tasks. Among them, a girl, carrying a large plate in her hand, was walking from one side to the other. The plate seemed quite heavy. The girl was wearing a lehenga and had a dupatta over her choli; her long hair was loose. Her beautiful black eyes, visible above the plate, had deep kajal; her eyes sparkled intensely. She looked incredibly beautiful. Due to her dark eyes, her entire face was not clearly visible.
As she moved around, checking on everyone, she approached the sofa and placed the plate on the table, saying, "Aunti, what's all this happening? There's so much noise today. Are guests arriving, or is someone special coming?"
A middle-aged woman, wearing a very expensive saree and light jewelry, with her hair styled and a sindoor in her parting, and a mangalsutra around her neck, her eyes shining brightly, placed her hand on the girl's head and said, "Yes, child, our son is finally coming home. After twenty years."
The girl, who had been sparkling with excitement, slowly began to feel a chill. Her eyes lost their luster. The woman, still holding her hand, asked, "What's wrong, Jiya? You seem troubled. Is there a problem?"
Jiya quickly shook her head, clenching her lehenga in her fist, and said, "No, Aunti, it's just...yes, we remembered it's Monday, and Grandma said we should go to the temple, so we'll go!"
The woman extended her hand towards Jiya and said, "Wait, listen to me first, then go."
Jiya paused for a moment, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.
Avni Ji then handed Jiya something, saying, "You are going to the temple, so please keep this under the deity's idol. Can you do this small favor for us?"
Jiya quickly turned to her and said, "Aunti, why are you saying such things? There's no trouble; we'll just go and come back. And, yes, tell Grandma that we'll come back in the evening; we have some work."
Avni Ji placed her hand on Jiya's head and said, "Don't turn off your phone and call us when you arrive."
Jiya happily left the place.
Lucknow Airport.
A convoy of shining cars lined up, accelerating and gaining speed. Shortly after, the convoy hit the road. The cars were moving very fast; they had approached a temple nearby. Suddenly, the cars ahead and behind stopped.
Agni, sitting in his car, had his phone drop due to the car's imbalance. His eyes turned red; his teeth clenched. In a suppressed voice, he said, "Don't you dare love your life that you are driving like this?"
The driver, startled by Agni's sudden outburst, was sweating. He said, "Sir, sir, someone...someone attacked us. The car in front." He bowed his head.
Agni shifted his gaze slightly and looked forward, where the road was empty, and about three white, shining cars were parked. A man sat in the middle car; he wore a yellow kurta and white pajamas, with rudraksh beads and a long tilak; his mouth was filled with paan, making his lips red. Agni watched the man for a while.
The man loudly said, "It seems, brother, we have been somewhat forgotten. No problem! You come out, and we'll take a look at you." He looked at Agni's car with disdain.
Agni opened the car door. His assistant, Arman, who was sitting beside the driver, saw him and tried to stop him, saying, "Sir, please don't get out of the car."
Agni turned to him with red eyes, and Arman cowered, lowering his head. Agni stepped out of the car, adjusting his coat buttons, and stood before the other man, gazing at him intensely. As Agni moved closer, another car exploded.
The man, who had been sitting on his car's bonnet, fell to the ground and looked back at his damaged vehicle.
Agni took another step towards him. Another car exploded. More cars arrived from behind. Agni watched the fire with an enigmatic smile.
Agni said, gazing at the man on the ground, "Is a blast not a fitting welcome for Agni Singh Rathore? Agni Singh Rathore arrived, and preparations for celebration began, along with explosions!" A crooked smile appeared on his face.
Meanwhile, in the car behind Agni, Tabish and Arav were seated. Suddenly, as the car stopped, they also stepped out.
Jiya, who had just left the temple, witnessed the blast and quickly moved to the other side, covering her face with her dupatta. She looked around with sideways glances.
Where fire was burning on one side, dark clouds gathered in the sky and thunder began to rumble. Agni spread his arms and said in a loud voice, "The weather itself is testifying to Agni Singh Rathore's arrival today; the rumble of clouds is making you see and hear." As he spoke, it started raining heavily. Agni was getting soaked in the rain.
Jiya, slowly moving away, heard Agni's name and stopped for a moment, turning to look at him. She couldn't see Agni's face; he had his back to her, his face tilted upwards, and was not visible to her. Yet, she felt a shiver run down her spine; her body trembled for a moment. Suddenly, someone collided with her, causing the items in her hand to fall. She heard a loud noise. Everyone's attention turned in that direction. Agni turned to face her.
Jiya, crouched to pick up the items, and as she met Agni's intense blue eyes, her breath caught. She stuttered, "Sorry, Baba, I wasn't paying attention. Where are you headed? Can I help you?"
The man patted her head and said, "No, child, we're fine. Take care of yourself." He walked away.
Jiya put her hand to her head and wondered, "What am I doing? What's happening to me?" She gazed at her hand, which was trembling. She clutched it with her other hand and took a deep breath. She slowly tilted her head. Her eyes met Agni's deep blue ones. The intensity of Agni's hawk-like gaze made Jiya's throat dry. She quickly stood up and tried to move away. A bullet whizzed past her eyes, and she froze, her breath stuck in her throat.
On the other side, Agni's guards attacked the man standing in front. The guards were fighting each other; only the sound of gunfire echoed. Suddenly, a bullet grazed Jiya's arm, causing her to cry out in pain.
Agni immediately turned to her, pulled out a pistol from his waistband, and started shooting. He rushed to Jiya's side, wrapped his arm around her waist, and spun her around, shielding her. He pushed her behind a car and said, "Don't move; stay here."
Arav and Tabish, who were fighting the guards, found the place silent after a few moments. Jiya clutched her wounded arm. When the silence was complete, she tried to leave but found three incredibly handsome men standing before her.
Jiya took a step back, but her feet got tangled; the wet lehenga made her stumble, and she fell. Agni immediately caught her waist and pulled her up. Their faces were close; their lips almost touched before Agni pulled back. Jiya's eyes widened; her heartbeat quickened.
Agni, leaning close to her ear, said in a deep voice, "If you can't walk properly, you should have stayed home."
Jiya quickly moved away and shook her head.
Tabish took out a handkerchief and said, "You've got injured. Let's go see a doctor."
Jiya took two steps back, bowed her head, and said softly, "No, I'm fine. You all go."
Arav stared at her and called out, "Jiya!"
Jiya stopped in her tracks. Her heartbeat accelerated; she clenched her fists. Hearing Arav's voice made her extremely angry. She thought, "Has this demon recognized me?"
Arav approached her and said, "You're Jiya, aren't you? The black witch! I remember you well."
Jiya forced a smile on her face and said, trying to create distance, "You've got some misunderstanding. I'm the Prime Minister; there's no Jiya. And I don't know you; we've never met." She tried to say more, but a chilling voice interrupted her, "Sit in the car quietly; we're heading home."
Jiya's voice caught in her throat. She didn't even turn back to look at Agni; her head remained bent, her hands and feet trembling; her condition clearly showed how terrified she was.
Arav quickly grabbed Jiya's hand and said, "Yes, brother, I'll put her in the car..." Agni raised an eyebrow. Arav quickly opened the car door and said, "You get in; we'll talk at home. I'll be in the car behind." He rushed off. Tabish glanced at Agni and headed towards the car.
Cars were speeding down the streets of Lucknow, but inside one car, a deep silence had fallen. Jiya had shrunk into herself due to Agni's dominance and proximity; she could barely breathe. It was as if the oxygen level inside the car had dropped, and she was breathing very slowly.
Agni was continuously scrolling through his phone in his dominating style. The deep silence inside the car was broken when Jiya's phone started ringing. It was in a pocket of her lehenga, and her hands were shaking slightly; she didn't understand why this was happening. She tried to pick up the phone, but it had died due to moisture, and it fell to the ground in her nervousness.
Agni, engrossed in his phone, kept a constant gaze on Jiya. As she bent down to pick up the phone, her head hit the seat. She covered her head; she was probably scared for the first time. Being with Agni made her feel like she was about to die.
She thought to herself, "God, where have you put me?" The phone wasn't responding; she grew more anxious. The call had disconnected. She took a deep breath, closed her phone, and tried to calm down.
Some time later, the car stopped in front of Rathiwar Haveli. Jiya got out without wasting time and rushed to the other side of the haveli.
Inside the haveli, there were drums, shehnai, and nagadas playing. Agni emerged from the car in his dominating style. His face was still calm; he glanced at everyone and stepped inside.
The scene inside was beautiful and worth watching, but Agni didn't seem to care much. He was already wet; his black shirt clung to his body, showcasing his attractive and chiseled physique.
Agni moved straight to his floor, which no one was allowed to enter. Avni, who had come with a thali, looked disappointed as she watched Agni leave. Rarv and Tabish shook their heads.
Tabish approached her and said, "Aunt, why are you tensed? You know him, what's he like. It'll be fine; just chill." He kissed her cheek and walked away.
Tabish Oberoi was not an ordinary person; he had his own personality. He was the sole heir to the Oberoi Empire and mostly preferred to stay with his friends. He was Agni's only childhood friend, or rather, a friend made by force. He was not as intimidating as Agni but had his own presence.
At night, everyone had dinner and gone to their rooms, but Agni's chair was empty, like a desolate space. It was rare for him to have dinner with them, but today the chair was vacant, exuding a sense of absence.
Outside, in the garden, a girl in a simple white suit and plazo was watching her phone, smiling and then becoming gloomy. Sometimes, a victorious smile would appear on her face. She was completely engrossed in her phone. Then, someone appeared in front of her, and she collided with him, her phone slipping from her hand and falling upside down on the ground.
The girl rubbed her head and said, "Are you blind? Can't you see?" Her voice trailed off.
A boy around her age stood before her, holding a file. He had his hands folded across his chest, staring at her. Jiya felt a little scared and quickly picked up her phone, putting it in her pocket. "You here?" she asked.
The person wrapped his hand around her neck and said, "You! When did I start saying 'you'? Tell me." He pulled her nose.
Jiya pushed him away, saying, "What are you doing? Let go; it hurts." She moved away from him.
Rarv said, "And why didn’t you come inside?"
Jiya made a small face and said, "I didn’t feel like it, and you know why. It’s late; I’m going." She moved ahead.
Rarv quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her toward him, so she landed against his chest. He massaged his head and said, "Crazy man! What are you doing? It feels like I hit my chest against concrete."
Jiya laughed and said, "Oh great man, this 36-inch waist you have, which you made by sweating in the gym, you call it like that."
Rarv sat on a swing nearby and pulled Jiya to sit beside him. "Tell me, what happened here after we left? Why does your face look so stressed?"
Jiya scrolled through her phone and showed it to Rarv. He stared at the phone, then read the messages. His expressions changed slightly.
Jiya pulled her phone back and said, "What are you staring at?"
Rarv thought for a moment and then said, "I was just thinking, since grandma isn’t here, what are you doing alone there? And you know you have a fear of darkness."
Jiya rolled her eyes and thought to herself, "No way I’m going to be with that blue-eyed beast! No, never! I’d rather be alone than be with that devil."
Rarv yawned and said, "I’m sleepy; I’m going."
Jiya watched him leave and said, "Yes, go; you can sleep. The gorilla who sleeps in ice will definitely sleep anytime."
She sat there and turned on her phone again. A smile was constantly on her face. She was unaware that someone was watching her intensely, and that person’s demeanor had become even more dominating.
She sat like that, straightening her hands and neck occasionally. She had no idea that someone was watching her with a hungry gaze, and the person’s protruding veins were quite terrifying.
After some time, Jiya looked up at the deep sky. Her eyes met those of the blue-eyed beast. Her throat dried up.
She stood up, placing her hand on her chest, and took steps to leave. A scary voice said, “Stop.” Jiya froze.
She clenched her fists. Then, Agni emerged from his room.
There was a separate path to his room from outside since Agni didn’t like meeting people. That path connected directly to his room, allowing him to come out without being seen.
He stood right behind Jiya. She had become motionless; she felt Agni’s proximity. Her breathing had stopped.
Agni whispered in her ear, “You’ve become even more beautiful.” He placed one hand on her shoulder.
Jiya turned back quickly. Agni moved his hand from her shoulder to her delicate hand, bending it and bringing it close to his chest. Jiya moved slightly back. She was trying to free her wrist.
Agni looked at her hand intensely, then brought it close to his lips. “You look very beautiful,” he said.
Jiya shivered and said, “What are you doing? Let go; someone might see.” She felt very uncomfortable.
Agni said, “You were smiling at Rarv, but with me here, you’re uncomfortable. Are you scared?” He moved his face away from her neck and looked into her emerald eyes.
Jiya tried to free her hand and said, “What are you doing? Let go.” She looked into his eyes for a moment, then her gaze dropped.
Agni bit his lip. Jiya looked at him, her eyes widening. He stared back intensely.
Agni released her; Jiya stood frozen.
Agni said, “You are to serve me here. Now, I assign you the responsibility; you will bring me coffee in the evening and in the morning. If you don’t, no one will be worse than me.”
Jiya said softly, “What are you saying? I’m not a servant here. My grandmother works here.”
Agni stopped in his tracks. He was still facing away; he turned around suddenly. Jiya moved back as he approached her.
He picked her up by the waist just as she was about to fall on a cactus plant. Her hand landed on his chest.
Agni looked at her hand and then at her. Jiya was staring at the cactus, scared.
He leaned over and moved her hair behind her ear. “What happened? Are you scared, little bunny?” His voice sent shivers down her spine.
Jiya moved away and said, “What are you calling me?”
Agni looked at her deeply and said, “This is just the beginning; I have many more names to call you.” He lightly brushed his lips against her shoulder.
Jiya shivered. Agni turned her around; his eyes were fixed on her face. Sweat had appeared on her forehead and dripped down to her chin.
Agni said in a deep voice, “Your punishment has started because Agni Singh Rathore is back. You lied, didn’t you? Now, you’ll burn in this lie, and it will hurt a lot, but not even a whisper will escape those soft lips.” He pressed her lips lightly with his thumb.
Jiya whimpered. Agni released her and said, “Be ready for punishment, bunny.”
He emphasized his last words. Jiya’s throat was dry. She rushed away and directly entered her room.
Jiya's room,
Jiya stood by the door, her breathing very rapid. She placed her hand on her chest and said, "God, what's happening? He's back. No, that can't be. We have to do something. We have to get out of here." As she spoke, she covered her mouth with her hand.
Her lips were trembling badly. Her whole body was drenched in sweat. She could still feel the warmth of Agni's hands on her waist. She rushed to the mirror and stood in front of it, looking at herself. Once again, she felt the warmth of Agni's hands on her delicate waist.
She covered her ears with her hands and shouted loudly, "No! Absolutely not! Not at all! It won't happen like this. We won't let it happen. We'll move far, far away from here." As she spoke, she wiped away her tears with her fists.
Her face was smeared with kajal. She went straight to the bed and lay down, tossing and turning. She couldn't take her eyes off Agni - Agni Singh Rathore, who was not less than fire. She spent the whole night tossing and turning. At 6 am, she finally fell asleep, deep in slumber. Slowly, the day went by. Around 11 am, Jiya opened her eyes and looked towards the door.
She was still rubbing her eyes when there was a loud knock on the door. Jiya's sleep was disturbed. She got up hurriedly, searching for her dupatta, and quickly wrapped it around her neck before opening the door. A servant stood in front of her, around 27-28 years old.
He said, "The big mistress is calling you."
Jiya nodded and said, "Okay, you... you go. We'll come in a while." And she quickly closed the door.
This was the first time she was staying alone in this quarter. She always lived with her grandmother. She had forgotten to keep track of time. She quickly went to the bathroom, took a shower, and came out. She wore a sky blue and white combination choli and lehenga, with a double-mix color dupatta. Her long, thick hair was wet and hung down her waist.
Her eyes had deep kajal, and her lips had a slight glow without any lipstick. She was about to apply a small black bindi on her forehead when her eyes fell on her lips, where Agni had bitten her the night before. She felt Agni's mark on her lips, and her whole body trembled with fear. She shook off her thoughts, adjusted her lehenga, and rushed into the mansion. She found Avni Ji in the hall, where some preparations were underway.
"Good, beta, you came. Let's get some help. Your grandmother isn't here, or we wouldn't have called you. Do you have any problems? Or is there any college work you need to do?"
Jiya thought for a moment and said, "No, auntie, please tell me what I need to do. I'll help you."
Jiya nodded, took a basket, and went straight to the garden. She guided the other servants in decorating, completely unaware that someone was watching her. As the day went by, night began to fall. The guests had started to arrive. Today, Agni was being introduced as the CEO of Rathore Industries, and many dignitaries had gathered. Jiya, finishing her work, was heading back to her quarters when she suddenly saw Arav.
Arav's presence made her panic, "You! You scared me so much!"
"Okay, first come with me and tell me, what clothes should I wear?"
Jiya looked at him strangely and said, "You're crazy! Decide for yourself, why should I?"
He took her to his room and started showing her one suit after another. Jiya wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. She was very angry with Arav.
She quickly picked up a royal dark blue three-piece suit and handed it to Arav, "Wear this one, it will suit you." He looked great in it. He took the suit and went straight to the bathroom. Jiya took advantage of this and quickly came out of the room. Her eyes fell on Agni, who was coming upstairs. Her breathing stopped. She hid behind a pillar.
As soon as she heard the sound of shoes, she came out and collided with someone's chest. She covered her face and closed her eyes. The person stood very close to her ear, breathing deeply. Jiya's whole body trembled. Her breathing became rapid, making her collarbones more visible.
The person stood close to her ear for a while, then spoke in a deep voice, "Where are you rushing to, dear? Today, I'll be permanently sitting on the CEO's chair. Doesn't that deserve a celebration?" As he spoke, his lips touched Jiya's ear. Jiya opened her eyes and saw the blue-eyed person. She stepped back, and he bent slightly, put his hand on her waist, and pulled her close. A sarcastic smile was on his face.
Jiya pushed him away, "Leave me, leave me! What are you doing? Someone... someone will see."
Agni smiled and said, "Let them see! Agni Singh Rathore doesn't care. I'm not close to any other girl; I'm close to my dear." Jiya looked at him with wide eyes, her surprise beyond limits. He put his hand on her lips and kissed her hand, "What's wrong, dear? I haven't told anyone about our relationship yet, but you're like this. What will you do when everyone knows about our relationship?"
Jiya started breathing deeply, her eyes wide with fear as she looked at Agni. Agni let her go and said, "Why not a surprise in the middle of this party, especially for my would-be..." He stopped again, and his silence felt like a bone stuck in Jiya's throat. Agni walked away, saying, "I want to see you in this party. And, in the morning, I missed my coffee, which made my mood very bad. Doesn't that deserve punishment?" He smiled and bit her neck.
Jiya pushed him away and ran out of there. Agni turned to watch her go - her pinkish-white legs, her flowing dupatta, her disheveled hair blowing in the wind, and her fearful eyes that kept looking back at him. Meanwhile, he collided with Tabish, who was coming from the front. Jiya lost her balance and stood halfway on the stairs, her hair blowing in the wind. Tabish caught her and held her close.
Their eyes locked, and they forgot about everything else. Tabish asked in a gentle voice, "Are you okay? Are you alright?" Jiya didn't respond; she was still looking at Tabish. He looked back and saw that there was no one there. Tabish clicked his fingers and said, "Hey! I'm talking to you. Don't you recognize me yet? I'm Tabish."
Jiya shook her head and ran away, leaving Tabish standing there. He looked at his hand, took out a handkerchief, cleaned his hands, threw the handkerchief in the dustbin, and moved on.
Night,
The Rathore mansion was buzzing with activity. All the guests had arrived, and now they were just waiting for Agni. Arav stood on the side, watching some people and sipping a drink.
"Where has that girl gone? She's late. I've been waiting for so long." As he spoke, he took a sip of his drink. He looked towards the entrance, where the sound of shoes was getting louder. Everyone looked in that direction as Agni entered in his black tuxedo, surrounded by guards. He stood in a corner, and people tried to approach him, but the guards didn't let them.
The girls were sighing, watching Agni. Everyone's eyes were fixed on him as he stood with no emotion, sipping his drink and looking at the entrance, as if he too was waiting for someone. A smile was on his lips. Tabish came to him, put his hand on his shoulder, and said, "I've been looking for you everywhere, and here you are, standing on the side."
Agni didn't react; he just sipped his drink. Tabish stood beside him, also sipping his drink, but he wasn't interested. He looked around and said, "By the way, it's not bad. Your father spent a lot. See, he's created a great atmosphere for your arrival. What do you think about it?"
Agni looked at him without any emotion and sipped his drink again. Tabish kept talking, but Agni ignored him. A girl rushed to Agni, hugged him tightly, and said, "Finally, bro, you're here! I've been waiting for you so eagerly. Do you know? Look, I have dark circles under my eyes because of you."
She smiled and stood close to Agni. Agni's hands were still in the air; he hadn't touched her. He didn't like to be touched by anyone. The girl moved away from Agni and said, "And look, I want to introduce you to someone." She pulled a girl's hand from behind.
That girl was Jiya. Her face showed that she had been brought there forcefully. A smile appeared on Agni's face. He moved closer to her, holding his wine glass, and said, "Welcome to the party, dear." His words echoed in Jiya's ears. She felt like her stomach was on fire. Agni spun the glass and moved forward, but it slipped from his hand and fell on Jiya.
She wore a white ankle-length dress with full sleeves and some cuts. Her body wasn't visible, but she looked very attractive. Agni said, "Oops! I didn't notice. Don't worry, I'll get you changed." As he spoke, he took her hand and pulled her along. They had already stood on the side of the party, so no one noticed them. Agni took her straight to his floor, Jiya struggling, but Agni didn't care. He opened his room door, pushed her inside, closed the door with his foot, and stood close to her, his face inches from hers.
Jiya stood frozen, her back pressed against the wall, as if she could merge into it. Agni was incredibly close to her, his hands on the wall beside her, his face inches from hers. His eyes were fixed on her trembling, flushed lips.
Agni placed his thumb on her lips and gently stroked them, his touch sending shivers down Jiya's spine. "What's wrong, Jan? Are you scared of me? You don't need to be," he said, his voice low and soothing.
As he spoke, he traced her lips with his thumb, sending a wave of fear through Jiya. She didn't try to push him away, her body paralyzed with fear. When she felt pain on her lips, she whispered, "Please...stop. Let me go. I need to change."
Agni's gaze roamed over her body, taking in the wine stain on her dress. "Of course, Jan. But you'll change in front of me. I've kept special clothes for you, and I want to see you in them... mine."
Jiya's eyes widened as she looked at Agni, her fear escalating. Agni's face twisted into a sinister smile as he moved closer, his foot slipping between hers. He leaned in, his breath on her ear, and whispered, "Don't try to leave. I haven't given you permission."
Jiya tried to pull away, but Agni's grip on her wrist tightened. "Where are you going, Jan? I haven't let you go yet," he said, his voice cold and menacing.
As Agni pulled out a knife from his coat pocket, Jiya's eyes locked onto it, her fear reaching a boiling point. Agni's words sent shivers down her spine. "You belong to me, Agni Singh Rathore. And I'll do whatever I want with you."
Jiya's eyes welled up with tears as she tried to struggle free. Agni's grip only tightened, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. "You can't escape me, Jan. You're mine now."
As Agni's words hung in the air, Jiya's fear turned to panic. She tried to break free, but Agni's hold was too strong. He pulled her close, his face inches from hers, and whispered, "You'll do as I say, Jan. You're mine now."
Jiya's world narrowed to the terror in Agni's eyes. She knew she had to escape, but her body seemed frozen in place. Agni's grip on her wrist was like a vice, and she knew she had to think fast if she wanted to get away.
The sound of music drifted through the air, a haunting melody that seemed to match the rhythm of Jiya's racing heart. Agni's eyes seemed to gleam with a sinister light as he listened to the words, his face twisted into a cruel smile.
As the music faded away, Agni's eyes locked onto Jiya's, and she knew she had to act fast. She took a deep breath and tried to push him away, but Agni's grip only tightened.
The scene outside was chaotic, with people rushing to put out a fire that had erupted in the servant's quarters. Amidst the chaos, Jiya's thoughts were consumed by Agni's sinister words and the terror that gripped her heart.
In another part of the palace, Tabish was on the phone, discussing something in hushed tones. As he turned around, he collided with a girl who had her hand on his neck and the other near his face. Tabish's eyes narrowed, and he snarled, "Watch where you're going! Are you blind?"
The girl didn't respond, simply walking away, leaving Tabish with a throbbing neck and a sense of unease.
As the music continued to play, Tabish's eyes seemed to glaze over, and he stumbled to the ground, his world going dark.
The lyrics of the song seemed to echo through the air, a haunting refrain that matched the turmoil in Jiya's heart. "Tera Ishq Hai Meri Sultanat... Tu Hai Zid Meri, Tu Junooniyat..."
The music seemed to be the only sound that remained, a haunting melody that lingered long after the chaos had subsided. And in the midst of it all, Jiya's heart remained frozen in fear, trapped in a nightmare from which she couldn't awaken.
Two days later, it was nighttime. Jiya stood on the balcony, talking to someone on the phone. Her face was filled with melancholy. She spoke in a sad tone,
"When will you arrive, Dadu? I'm waiting for you; I don't feel well."
The other end said something.
Jiya played with her fingers and said,
"But Dadu, you know, I miss you so much. If you can't come, then at least call me; I don't feel good here."
A deep silence ensued. The other end said something again; Jiya's eyes sparkled.
She smiled and said,
"For sure, Dadi, you'll come, right?"
The other end said something again.
Jiya ended the call and hugged the phone tightly, happy.
"Finally, Dadi, you're coming."
And then she fell silent.
She felt a strange restlessness. She picked up a book nearby and started reading. She got lost in the book and didn't notice her surroundings. As she turned the page, someone leaned over her closely. Jiya couldn't react and collided with the railing.
The book in her hand fell over the railing and dropped. Her eyes widened in surprise. She blinked in the night darkness, staring at the devil standing before her with blue eyes. He leaned over her without any emotion.
Jiya moved slightly and said,
"Is that you? What are you doing? Move away; move away from here. And how did you get here?"
Agnay placed a hand on her face and brushed her tangled hair behind her ear. He whispered,
"You should tie your hair up; it always gets in the way when I talk to you. And I almost forgot why I came here."
He spoke with pure madness.
Jiya's heart raced. She grasped the railing tightly. She avoided eye contact. Agnay put his hand on her neck and stroked her throat with his thumb.
"Are you scared of me, dear?"
Jiya stuttered,
"What's wrong with you? Let go."
Jiya tried to slip out from under his hand.
Agnay immediately caught her shoulders and pressed her against the wall.
"How can I, dear? I burned myself in the fire to save you. You can't even think; Agni Singh Rathore, who is fire itself, burned himself to save you. There should be some benefit, right?"
Jiya looked at him in astonishment.
"You are saying what? Benefit? What benefit? And perhaps you are forgetting; we didn't ask you to save us. You..."
Agnay quickly placed a finger on her lips and leaned towards them.
The distance between their lips was just a finger's breadth. Agnay moved his lips.
"But how could I let my life go so easily? And anyway, Agni Singh Rathore loves to play with fire, and you are very special to him; I had to save you. So I saved my life; now it's time to reap the benefits."
As he spoke, a smirk appeared on his face.
The next moment, he leaned over her and started kissing her shoulder. Jiya held her lehenga tightly and took deep breaths. She couldn't move, as if rooted to the spot. Agnay moved closer.
And with his hand on her shoulder, he pushed her arm down and started biting her neck. Jiya was completely frozen. Her mind was blank. She couldn't understand anything.
Agnay picked her up and placed her directly on the bed. Jiya's eyes widened in surprise. She regained her senses. Agnay opened his shirt buttons and threw it on the floor, lying on top of her.
Jiya pushed him away and said,
"What are you trying to do? Let me go."
Agnay moved his hand back and stroked her back gently, pulling the string of her blouse and tearing it apart. He threw it on the floor.
"You think I told you to stay at Rathore Mansion for nothing? So I could satisfy my hunger; the hunger that will only be satisfied when I have you. What did you think? You think I'd let you go so easily, wife? And anyway, you are forgetting you are my wife, and what's the point of having such a beautiful wife if I don't fulfill all my desires with her?"
As he spoke, he placed his lips on hers.
Jiya's grip on the bed sheet tightened. She held her breath and closed her eyes. It seemed like if Agnay didn't let her go, she would give up her breath. Agnay let go of her lips after a minute.
He only let go of her lips, not moved away. He held her palms with his and said,
"What's wrong, dear? Does my touch bother you so much that you think about your last breaths? Do you want me to leave you at the gates of hell?"
Jiya looked at him and sobbed,
"Why are you doing this? What have we done to you that you're doing this?"
Agnay shrugged.
"Uff, little bit, you don't always have to cry; it's not necessary, idiot! I'm doing it just for my pleasure. Don't you feel pleasure when I'm close to you? I know very well that whenever I come near you, your body reacts; you yearn for me to take you in my arms, but unfortunately, that arm-taking thing never gets completed."
As he spoke, a smirk reappeared on his face.
Jiya's eyes filled with hatred. She gritted her teeth.
"Move away from me! We said; move away! You perhaps forgot; you are in India for the first time, but we know better how many times..."
Agnay placed his finger on her lips and silenced her with a smile,
"After all, you are my wife, and a wife has every right to know about her husband. And when you know I am your husband, who always stays in the fervor of devouring you alive, how can I stay away from you? So I came to meet you."
Jiya turned her face.
"It's not to meet; it's only to satisfy your needs; nothing else! I hate you; I hate you, who can never be someone's forever."
Agnay rolled his eyes.
"So much radio plus nonsense; I'm bored with your talks. Sometimes say something interesting; something that gives pleasure, like I give you pleasure."
As he spoke, he picked up a fresh red rose.
He lifted the rose petals with his fingers in a way that seemed to give him pleasure. Jiya sat up and covered herself with a blanket. Her eyes widened in surprise. Agnay stood shirtless before her.
The room had dim lighting. His hair was disheveled on his forehead, and he held the red rose; he looked very attractive. The way he moved his fingers on the petals made Jiya's throat dry.
She clenched her fists and said,
"Idiot! This man can never improve; no shame! What are you doing? Does he even know?"
Agnay smiled.
"Of course, dear; I know very well what I'm doing. I'm just trying to tease you."
As he spoke, he took the rose from his chest to below and put it in his pants.
Jiya's breath caught. She stared at Agnay, her eyes wide.
"You... your brain is ruined? Do you really think we will do something like that?"
"Oh, shut up, idiot; save your philosophical talks; I'm not here to listen. I only want to feel pleasure. I don't get the peace I get when I'm close to you; to anyone I approach. So let's do it; take it out; also without using your hands."
As he spoke, he stared intensely.
Jiya's blouse was separated from her body; she wore only a lehenga; her long hair touched her shoulders and cheeks; her deep kohl eyes sparkled like diamonds; her slightly red, moist eyelids shone; she looked very beautiful. Agnay's gaze stopped on her trembling lips.
She bit her lips lightly with her teeth. Agnay tangled his hand in her hair and gently pulled; Jiya's face moved up.
Her pink lips were right before Agnay's eyes. He leaned over her and brought her face close to his chest.
His lips almost teased hers.
"Okay, you have to do this; otherwise, you'll do what I always tell you to do."
As he spoke, he gave her a hint with his eyes.
Jiya's eyes filled with fear; she tried to pull out the rose petal with her lips.
It stuck to her lips; the flower remained in his pants. Jiya closed her eyes tightly; she tried again; another petal came off.
Agnay closed his eyes and only felt Jiya's deep breaths on his stomach.
He felt his body burning like fire; his hands' veins bulged. His body heated up.
He pressed Jiya's face on his stomach; some petals fell on the bed.
Agnay spoke in a deep voice,
"If you don't take this flower out with your lips now, I'll take out something of yours."
A mischievous smile appeared on his face.
Jiya's condition worsened; cold sweat dripped on her forehead.
Jiya had her eyes shut tight. Agni had her hair clutched tightly in his fist as he kissed her lips wildly. His both hands were tangled with Jiya's hands, which she had already placed on his waist. Jiya was now sitting on her knees on the bed. Agni was almost chewing her lips as he kissed her.
It was almost ten minutes later that he moved away from her lips. His gaze had now become deeper. He looked at Jiya's lips with an intense stare. Their lips had become wet from the kiss. Jiya's lips were shining more, and there was a slight swelling, making them look even more attractive.
Agni placed his thumb on her lips and said, "If you want me not to go any further, just do what I said, or else I'll make sure you scream all night, and no one will hear you." There was a smile on his face.
...
He left her. Jiya's eyes had welled up with tears. Jiya, with anger and tears in her eyes, said, "I hate that time... that moment when I met you. What was love? Your confession of love... I hate it."
"Oh, come on, Jan! Stop this typical drama and argument, and do what I said. Because I'm feeling a lot of excitement, and you know how much I get excited by your proximity. And you can't bear the intensity of my excitement even for a whole night. So, just do as I say, or else you won't be able to go to college tomorrow. Remember what happened last time?"
Jiya's eyes widened in surprise. Her body became cold.
Flashback:
A month ago:
A girl was standing in the rain, with both her hands spread out, getting soaked in the rain. The rain was pouring heavily. The girl's long, thick hair was waving at her waist. Her black lehenga-choli was stuck to her body. Her face had become red. A strange happiness and glow were on her face.
As she turned to the other side, her eyes widened. A boy came and held her wrist. She looked ahead, where a tall, strong man around twenty-nine years old was standing. He had completely engulfed the thin girl; she was hardly visible standing in front of him. He placed his hand on her open waist.
The girl, nervous, said, "You... you are here... at this time!" She stuttered.
The boy, holding her waist, said, "What's wrong, Jan? Are you scared to see me here?"
The girl twisted her wrist and said, "What are you... what are you doing? Let go of my hand. Someone... someone will come."
Agni held her hand and said, "Why not? I'm with my wife, my better half, my life partner. What's the difference if someone sees us? And anyway, when you can exhibit your beautiful body in the middle of the road on a rainy day, why should I be ashamed to touch it?"
His gaze was on her chest.
Her chest rose and fell with deep breaths. Rain droplets stuck to her neck and chest. Agni leaned down on her chest, put his hot lips on it, and started sipping the raindrops. Jiya's grip on Agni's shirt tightened. She had closed her eyes tightly. She was frozen.
Agni held her shoulder and pulled her up. He stood beside her, touching the car, and kissed her chest. One of his hands was on Jiya's waist, rubbing it fiercely. Jiya's skin trembled due to the rain. Agni's rubbing made her waist ache. Her waist had become red. Agni continued rubbing his hand on her waist, holding her hand, and bending her wrist towards her stomach.
He leaned down, close to her lips, and said in a deep voice, "I told you not to go near any boy. And if any boy touches you, I'll cross all limits. And today... today I'll show you that, Jan." His scary voice made Jiya tremble.
Agni quickly pushed her into the car and sat beside her. The driver, already present in the car, drove off rapidly. Agni had turned on the partition. Outside, the rain sounded chaotic, while inside, Jiya was taking deep breaths. Agni's hands were on her lehenga. He stroked her thighs, moving his fingers, bringing his hand up. Jiya crossed her legs. Agni bit her earlobe with his lips and said, "Jan, I know it's only Agni Singh Rathore's right to see you, touch you, and feel you. But not here. I know you're very impatient, but just a little patience. After that, I'll extract all the heat from your body and take you to a beautiful sea where you'll swim and never get tired."
Jiya looked at him and said, "What kind of things are you talking about? I... I don't want to go anywhere with you. Please let me go home."
Agni glanced at his watch and then seemed to type something on his phone. He threw the phone on the back seat and leaned over Jiya. The car suddenly stopped. He pulled Jiya's hand and stepped out of the car, directly entering the living room. He sat down on the sofa, took off his coat, and threw it. Agni was twenty-nine years old, with a very attractive body.
He didn't look less than a handsome hunk. With a branded watch on his hand and a white shirt that had become wet and clung to his body, his attractive physique looked even more captivating. Agni broke almost all the buttons of his shirt and threw it aside. He started walking towards Jiya.
Jiya slid her legs back on the sofa and said, "What are you doing? This is wrong. You... you can't do this to me. We'll tell Uncle and Auntie everything." Her voice faded.
Agni laughed at her words. His laughter was terrifying. Jiya felt her hair standing on end. He picked up a jug of water and poured it over himself. The water droplets slid down from his head, trickling down his pants. His body looked incredibly attractive. The water droplets shone like diamonds on his dark body.
Agni bit his lower lip and said, "I know, Jan, I'm very attractive. So why not? Let's make this attraction a little more beautiful and chiseled, like a precious gem, tonight."
Agni was completely bent over Jiya. His hot hands caressed her waist and moved upwards. All of Jiya's senses were out of control. Or rather, she was stunned. Agni saw her fighting and struggling within herself. Even though he was overpowering her with his body, he could see her fight back. He had seen her struggle.
The cold sweat emanating from her body was proof that she did not want to lose control, proof that she did not want to ruin everything and become Agni's. But how long would this last? Only Agni knew.
Agni moved away from Jiya, immediately lifted her into his arms, and stepped forward. Jiya had her eyes closed. Agni took off his clothes and lay on top of her.
Jiya's eyes widened as she saw Agni without clothes, and she tightly closed them. "Please don't do this," she said. He tore off her remaining clothes and fell on top of her.
He placed his lips on hers and kissed her ruthlessly, as if he would swallow her whole. His hands roamed her body, frantic and desperate. The room was soon filled with only their heavy breathing.
He descended into her like the depth of a lake. Jiya's screams of pain escaped. Tears began to flow from her eyes. Agni paused for a moment. His gaze fell on Jiya's waist, and a smile spread across his face.
He intertwined his fingers with Jiya's and said, "There will be a little pain, and then you will enjoy it, Jaan." As he spoke, a maniacal smile crept onto his face, and he tormented her throughout the night.
Present Time
Jiya was so lost in memories that she didn't even realize when Agni entangled his feet with hers and intertwined his fingers with her delicate ones. He slowly kissed and bit her neck. Suddenly, she let out a cry. She looked at Agni, who was very close to her. She tried to push him away.
But Agni pulled her completely into his arms. "Why are you doing this? We haven't done anything for which you should punish us," he said.
Agni spoke in a psychopathic tone, "Oh, really? Do you really think you haven't done anything? It was you who separated me from my entire family. It was you who lied. It was you whose actions ruined my life. Didn't I tell you to leave me alone? But no, you were only interested in your one-sided love for me. You ruined my life for your selfish desires. And you want me to let you go? Is that a joke? You've only seen my gentleness, my childhood friend. But now, Agni Singh Rathore will show you the friendship that will be filled with hatred and revenge."
Jiya's lips began to tremble. Her large eyes blinked rapidly. "No, this is wrong. You've got a misunderstanding. I, I didn't do anything..."
Agni took over her lips and kissed her aggressively, as if he would devour her. Jiya moved her face around. Agni, who had pressed her hands, immediately pinned them to the bed with one hand and brutally grabbed her hair with the other, forcing her face against his.
The current time slipped into the past.
The next morning
Jiya's room
She was still fast asleep. It was 6:00 AM. The sound at the door woke her up, and she jolted awake. Agni's terrifying face appeared before her eyes. She examined her condition. She was still in the same state. Her clothes were scattered on the floor, and she had covered herself with a blanket.
As she quickly fixed her clothes, she nervously asked, "Who's there? Who is it?"
From outside, Avni Ji called, "Beta, what are you doing? Come out quickly."
Jiya's face turned pale. She stuttered, "Aunty, you, you go. I'll, I'll just freshen up. My head hurts a bit, so I couldn't wake up. Sorry, I'll come down, you go."
Avni Ji found Jiya's voice a bit odd but didn't pay much attention. "Alright, beta. Come down quickly. I have some work for you."
Jiya headed downstairs. As she stood in the kitchen with a tray in her hand, she looked at Avni Ji, who signaled her to go.
Jiya took a deep breath and said, "But aunty, you know if I go, then..."
Avni Ji reassured her, "Nothing will happen, beta. You go, and we've already discussed everything. And you know, no one who goes to his room, except you since childhood, comes out the same; they become evil and get consumed. And you won't have any problems. Just take care of the servants; they're like Dracula, they'll swallow you whole."
On her way, Jiya muttered to herself, "Not Dracula, say Dinosaur, who can devour me anytime; no bones will be left for you people to find."
Avni Ji heard her muttering and asked, "Did you say something to me?"
Jiya quickly replied, "No, aunty. I was just running late for college."
She quickly rushed upstairs. Avni Ji watched her leave.
Jiya stood once again at Agni's door. She didn't have the courage to even look at Agni. The events of the previous night had sunk deep into her heart. Her hands were shaking.
She whispered to herself, "I need to get out of here. I'll talk to aunty and go to the village. That's the right thing to do."
She opened the door and peeked inside. A deep silence greeted her. She quickly placed the coffee on the coffee table and turned back. "Thank goodness he's not here. I'll leave now."
The moment she reached the door, it slammed shut. Her breath caught in her throat once more. Agni lay on the bed like a king, his hands behind his head, one leg over the other. He was wiggling his foot. His intimidating aura, combined with his reddish eyes, made him look even more menacing.
Agni spoke in a cold tone, "What's wrong, Jaan? The desire to leave without meeting me has awakened, or perhaps you want to be free of me?" Jiya didn't even turn to face him.
Agni remained lying down and said, "Come here, Jaan."
Jiya clenched her saree in her fist, slowly turned back, and glanced at him. Agni lay on the bed in just his underwear. His toned body, slightly raised chest, six-pack abs, and perfect chin made him incredibly attractive. Jiya felt her throat dry up.
She glanced at Agni once and then turned back, shaking her head. Agni observed her with intense gaze. Jiya wore a black saree with a choli and dupatta, accentuating her perfect waist from behind. Her deep-necked blouse made her neck look quite appealing.
Agni smiled and said, "Think about it, Jaan. If you come to me now without wasting time, I might forgive you. But if I come to you, I will complete what I left unfinished last night. And then you can handle the entire family yourself because boys don't usually ask questions." He looked at her as he spoke. Jiya turned to face Agni, her eyes cast downward.
Agni continued, "But if you're still shy about seeing me like this, why don't we shed our inhibitions? Why don't you take off your clothes right now?" His voice was icy.
Jiya felt her hairs stand on end. She spoke in a nervous tone, "What are you, what are you saying?"
"You know I don't repeat myself. I said take off all your clothes right now." He emphasized every word.
Jiya's hairs stood on end. Her life seemed to have dried up. Her face had turned so pale that it seemed like no blood would flow if cut.
Jiya shook her head, "What are you talking about? I am not going to do anything like that. You've lost your mind."
She took a step forward. As she stretched her hand to open the door, she felt a strong electric shock. She caught her hand with her other hand. Tears began to fall from her eyes. The current was very high-powered. If she held on for a little longer, it would have been very painful.
Agnis voice echoed in her ears, "What happened, Jan? You wanted to leave, didn't you? Now you can go. I'm not stopping you. So, who's left for you to wait for?" He spoke as he stood up.
He put both his hands in his pant pockets, walked close to her, and slowly sniffed her loose hair. Jiya was still unable to move from her spot due to the shock, and she was shocked by Agni's actions. Agni immediately caught her hand, which had been electrified a moment ago.
He stroked her hand gently with his thumb and fingers, "Jan, don't be so delicate, like a doll made of threads. I haven't done much to you yet." His hand moved from her hand to her waist and then to her back, and in the next moment, he opened the lace of her blouse.
Jiya's blouse, which was only tied with laces, loosened from her shoulders. Jiya quickly covered her chest with her hand and adjusted her blouse.
Agn smiled and said, "Jan, isn't this unfair? You saw me without clothes here, and now you won't let me see you. Speaking of which, his fingers were still playing with Jiya's blouse.
Jiya bowed her head. Tears were falling from her eyes. Agni had caused a stir in her life in just a few days. She couldn't even breathe properly. She bit her lower lip and said, "Please, please let me go. It's morning. It's not night when no one will know, and you won't be told anything here, but a stain will be on my hem, won't it?"
"What the hell! I'm just eager to love you here, and you're telling me your excuses. Do you really think your so-called reputation makes a difference to me?" His fingers were still moving on her stomach.
He pressed his finger on her navel. Jiya's breath caught. Her shoulders stiffened, as if her body was slowly stiffening. A satisfied smile appeared on Agni's face. He put his hand on her waist and stopped at the tied laces of her lehenga.
He slowly untied the laces and said, "I don't like this color much. Why not change it?" He suddenly untied the laces, and her lehenga slid down. Jiya was only in a mini skirt that barely covered her thighs. She had a plain white skirt on inside, which served as underwear. Jiya's perfect figure was in front of Agni. Agni narrowed his eyes and said, "Everything is fine, Jan, but why are you so scared of me?"
Jiya clenched her fists. Agni immediately took off her blouse. Her clothes weren't torn. Jiya was standing before him without clothes. Only a few clothes were on her body. Her long hair was scattered on her back, which acted as a curtain to cover her body. Agni walked around her and stood behind her. He put one hand on her stomach and pulled her close to him. Her delicate back collided with Agni's broad chest. Agni placed his hand on her stomach and moved it slowly, saying, "Jan, stop being scared, shy, and nervous. I know it's all just a show." He bit her shoulder.
Jiya's fist tightened. She spoke angrily, "You've lost your mind. You're blind, so you don't want to see. As for hatred, I hate you to the extent that you can't even imagine. And if you knew about the thing you're doing with me, you'd hate yourself. But I won't stay with you. On that day, you'll cry on your knees, but I won't come to you. Did you understand what I said?" She struggled.
He burst out laughing. It was like a joke to him. He laughed and said, "What a joke, Jan! Do you think you're so precious that I'll stay for you, I'll yearn for you? This is just a joke." He continued to play with her body for some time.
Jiya had stopped trying. Agni had been continuously playing with her body for an hour. He bit her, kissed her, and tortured her to the extreme. Jiya stood silently, her lips sealed. Her body seemed unaffected. She looked at Agni with an intense gaze, whose eyes showed madness, intoxication, and obsession. Agni was sitting on his knees, continuously kissing and biting her stomach. Jiya looked at him and laughed. Something was moving before her eyes.
She moved a little distance away and said, "If you're done, can I go now? I'm late for college. I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth." Her voice was firm, and her eyes showed hatred. Agni smiled slightly and said, "Of course, Jan! I want you to go because the fun that comes on the bed doesn't come like this." A sly smile was on his face. Jiya took a deep breath, picked up her clothes, and walked towards them. Agni immediately caught her shoulder and pulled her close. His grip on her shoulder was strong. Jiya looked at her shoulder, where Agni's fingerprints were visible. She pushed his hand away and said, "What happened? Not satisfied? Want to do more? Yes, I forgot. Your ... isn't full yet. The person who..."
Agn put his finger on her lips and silenced her, "Shut up! Completely shut up! I shouldn't hear a word from your stupid mouth because you've been annoying me since childhood." He pushed her away and started cleaning his hands with tissue paper, as if he had touched something dirty. Jiya stood there. She looked at Agni with a sidelong glance, took a deep breath, adjusted her clothes, and walked out. Agni lit a cigar and stood on the balcony, taking long puffs. His eyes were fixed on the door. His eyes narrowed. He saw Jiya hurrying out with some books. A boy of almost the same age was smiling at her and making some gestures. Jiya signaled back and quickly walked towards him. She sat on the bike with him, and they rode off. Jiya was talking to him. Agni stood on the balcony, watching Jiya. His eyes were turning red. At the university, in the parking lot, Jiya got off the bike and placed her hand on the boy's shoulder, saying, "Thank you, thank you so much, Arun! If you hadn't come on time, I would have missed my very important exam. I have to clear it. I have to fulfill my grandmother's wish. Thank you so much." She adjusted her lehenga and ran inside. The boy, Arun, combed his hair as he watched Jiya leave.
It was evening.
Jiya was sitting in the canteen. A sadness had spread across her face. Just then, a boy with a bag slung over his shoulder came to her and, almost throwing the chair down, said, "So, finally you came! Now tell me quickly, how was your exam? And yes, I'm waiting for the treat. This time I won't let you off, got it?"
As he spoke, he took out his earbuds from his ears and put them in his pocket.
Jiya was still sitting in front of him. She got up from her place and said, "Arun, I'll talk to you later. My mind isn't okay right now. I'm missing my grandmother. So, I'll go now."
Jiya picked up her small bag and stepped out. Arun looked around. Everything seemed normal to him.
He felt strange. How could Jiya's mood have changed?
He muttered to himself, "Today, even she and her langur boyfriend didn't come. So, what's wrong?"
He started running towards her.
But Jiya was probably in a hurry; she had already reached outside the college gate.
Arun came out on his bike. His eyes fell on a golgatta vendor where Jiya was continuously eating golgappas, one after another.
His eyes widened.
He quickly went to her and took a golgappa from her hand, saying, "Are you crazy? Is your mind okay? You know you can't handle so much spice, still you are eating?"
As he spoke, he put a golgappa in his mouth. The next moment, tears started flowing from his eyes.
Jiya took her plate back from him and said, "Eat with your own money, I don't have enough to waste on you."
Then, looking at the golgatta vendor, she said, "Bhaiya, make it a bit spicier. How much bland you're making it."
The golgatta vendor was surprised.
Because Jiya had already eaten ten golgappas and said the same thing after each one.
The golgatta vendor said, "Beta, if you eat more, you might get an allergy or some problem."
Jiya ignored his words and said, "Uncle, I'm giving you money, you just make it as spicy as you can."
She made golgappas herself, filled them with chillies, and started eating.
Tears started flowing from her eyes. The weather was changing; the sky was filled with clouds.
Strong winds were blowing.
Arun said, "Yaar, what are you doing? You know it takes an hour to go home from here, and you're still eating golgappas. Let's go."
Jiya pushed his hand away and said, "You go, don't worry about me, I'll come. Just relax, nothing happened. I'll tell you everything tomorrow."
Arun took a deep breath and said, "I know I can convince you to tell me, but I'll not leave you alone like this. Now sit."
He held her hand.
Jiya glared at him.
Arun immediately took his hand back.
They had been together since school, or Arun had forced Jiya to be his friend.
Jiya was always calm.
Something had changed, especially in the last six months.
She was no longer the Jiya who screamed and annoyed everyone.
"Fine, I'm going, but I'll call you from home. Let's go quickly."
Jiya nodded, and immediately started eating golgappas again.
The weather had already worsened.
It started raining.
The golgatta vendor said, "Beta, let it be. My stuff is getting spoiled, I'm going."
He moved his cart to the side.
Jiya paid and stepped on the road where it was raining heavily.
Her face and eyes were completely red, her nose was slightly running.
She had made her face look terrible.
A car from the other side of the college stopped.
The person sitting in it clenched his fist.
As he was about to drive the car towards Jiya, Arun, who had already left, came to her again.
He parked his bike and said, "I told you to leave quickly, but you can't leave me, can you? Now sit quietly, or I'll call your grandmother, got it?"
He forcefully sat her on the bike.
Jiya put her hand on his shoulder and sat down.
She had her face turned upwards.
She was feeling the cold rain on her face, but her face was turning red.
After about twenty-five minutes of fast driving, Arun dropped her near Rathore Mansion.
Jiya pinched his cheek and said, "You never listen to me, do you? Now leave quickly, and go home and take a bath and have a coffee or tea, or my sensitive skin will get inflamed quickly."
She pulled his nose.
Arun pulled her hair and said, "Chhipkali, you leave. Don't worry about me so much, or people will think we're in a relationship."
Jiya nodded and walked off, laughing.
As soon as she entered the mansion, someone pulled her hand and dragged her.
Jiya looked up, startled.
Agni was standing in front of her, holding her. He said, "Which boy were you having an affair with?"
Jiya's face, which was already red, turned even redder.
She pushed his hand away and said, "What does it matter to you? I'm giving you what you want, aren't I? Then why does it matter what I do in my life?"
Agni's jaw tightened.
Jiya said, looking into his eyes, "You want only to satisfy your lust, nothing else. Why is there so much problem? Mr. Agni Singh Rathore, you tell me?"
Her voice was angry, and her eyes had a fire of hatred.
"So, finally you realized that there's only lust for you in me. Well done! And I'll fulfill this lust every night, every time I want."
As Agni spoke, he started pulling Jiya's hand.
Mrs. Avne, who had just come out of the kitchen, had a worried expression on her face.
She looked at a servant working there and said, "Has Jiya not come home yet?"
There was concern on her face.
Meanwhile, Agni's grip on Jiya's shoulder loosened.
Jiya immediately went to Mrs. Avne and said, "Aunty, do you need something?"
As she spoke, she started sneezing.
She had already got wet in the rain.
And the chillies she had eaten had turned her face red.
Agni looked at her angrily.
Mrs. Avne said with concern, "Beta, you know a little rain can spoil your period for a month, and still you..."
Jiya covered her face with her dupatta and said, "Nothing, aunty, just relax. I'll have some tea and I'll be fine."
"Yes, first go, get fresh, and come down. I need to talk to you."
As she spoke, she looked at her phone, which had been ringing for some time.
Jiya nodded.
There was a sharp pain in her heart.
She ignored everything and moved on.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Avne picked up the phone and said, "Hello..."
The other side, a taxi driver said, "Hello, is Mrs. Avne speaking? I need to talk to her. I brought an elderly woman towards Rathore Mansion. But on the way, a tree fell on the car, and we took her to the hospital. Please, if you're her relative, come quickly."
The phone slipped from Mrs. Avne's hand.
She looked back and saw Jiya moving forward with her lehenga in her fist.
Water was dripping from her.
Her legs stumbled slightly.
Agni, who was watching her, changed his expression.
He immediately went to her and put the phone to his ear.
On the other side, "Hello, are you coming to the hospital? See, the hospital staff can't keep the body for long. If you're her relative, please come quickly."
Agni cut off the call and stepped out directly.
Pune,
Night
A man was sitting in a room, smoking a cigar and looking at the girl standing in front of him.
The girl was wearing a sky blue kurta and pants, had a dupatta around her neck, and small diamond earrings.
She had long hair which she kept pushing behind her ears.
There was fear on her face.
Tabish opened his coat and put it aside, saying, "So, if your blind date is over, you can go."
The girl looked nervous and went to the door and tried to open it, but it wouldn't open.
There was a little moisture in her eyes.
Tabish said, "Miss Potato, if you don't want to leave from here, you can say it clearly to me. But what's the point of standing like this with your back to the door?"
Alia looked at him with averted eyes and said, "You...you're saying such...such things? I need to go home. Someone has locked this door."
She was speaking with difficulty, nervous.
Tabish came to her and tried to open the door with his hand, but it was locked.
He went back and started undoing his shirt buttons, "It seems someone has locked us in."
Alia said fearfully, "So, what are we going to do now?"
She was looking at Tabish with her small eyes.
A twisted smile appeared on Tabish's face.
He said, undoing his shirt buttons, "What a young man does with a young girl in a closed room."
Alia's breath caught in her throat.
She looked at Tabish with scared eyes.
Tabish threw his shirt aside, undoing the buttons one by one.
Alia quickly covered her face with her fingers and said, "Has your mind gone bad? What are you doing?"
"I'm talking about resting, Potato. What are you talking about? Obviously, since there's no one in the room, we can rest. Because there's no network here."
He showed her his phone.
Alia, who had covered her eyes with her hands, spread her fingers slightly and looked at Tabish.
Her gaze fell on Tabish's chiseled chest, which was slightly bulging.
His six-pack abs were perfect below it, and the tattoo on his waist was slightly visible.
Alia's gaze stuck there.
She blinked once, closed her eyes, and turned her face.
Her whole face had turned red.
Tabish lay down on the bed, smiling wryly.
Alia was watching him lying on the bed.
His skewed gaze was still fixed on Tabish.
She quickly picked up a blanket and said, "You're...you're going to sleep here? Then...then where will I...where will I sleep?"
"Of course, since our parents sent us on a date, there's no problem for you to sleep with me."
Alia looked at him and said with a small mouth, "See, we're here on a date only because of our parents' compulsion. But we don't intend to get married."
Tabish's eyes deepened.
He looked at her.
Alia said, twisting her fingers, "And if you're ready to be the dad of our son, then only we'll say yes to marry you, otherwise not."
Tabish's face turned cold in anger.
He sat up and said, "What the f**k? You're already married, a mother of a child, and still you came to marry me, idiot! Do you even know who I am?"
As he spoke, he picked up a magazine lying there and hit Alia on the face.
Alia's nose started bleeding.
She said, crying, "Yes, so what does it mean? No one can be a father before marriage. And anyway, my son is not very old, just sixteen years old, do you understand? If you don't accept him, I won't marry you either."
She spoke and started sobbing.
Tabish put his hand on his head and glared at Alia, saying, "How old are you?"
Alia cleaned her tears and said, "I'm above twenty."
Tabish scratched his forehead with his thumb's nail and said, "So, you got pregnant when you were seven, idiot?"
Alia shook her head, saying, "I'm still a virgin. He's my son, whom papa gifted me on my seventh birthday. He's very cute. I can't live without him. If you accept him, if you say yes to being his dad, then only I'll say yes to marry you, otherwise I won't."
She blinked her eyelashes innocently.
Tabish glared at her.
Alia sat on the sofa, hugging the cushion there.
Tabish glared at her terribly.
He hit his head hard and said, "Damn! My dad chose a girl for me."
It was nighttime. In Rathore Haveli, Jiya, holding her lehenga, had almost reached the stairs. Her hair flowed down to her waist; she was shivering slightly from the chill. She kept touching her nose lightly as she descended, her eyes puffed up, and her nose quite red. She looked like a cute doll. Her face had a pinkish glow due to the cold. Dark kohl lined her eyes, giving them an intoxicating allure. She kept touching her nose, heading towards Jeeve. Her steps stopped after two stairs; her gaze shifted to Agni climbing the stairs. His shirt had a few buttons undone, revealing his chest; the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and his damp hair fell across his forehead. A sharp-lined face showed no expression; shiny shoes had some mud on them. Jiya glanced at him once and slowly passed by him. Agni ascended; his gaze remained fixed on Jiya's face. As Jiya almost passed him, Agni quickly grasped her hand. Jiya stopped in her place. As soon as Jiya reached his side, Agni caught her hand. Jiya froze. Agni entwined his fingers with hers and said, "You don't seem quite well today." He turned towards her, getting close. As he turned, Jiya suddenly sneezed on him. She quickly covered her nose with her hands. Agni's face was filled with disgust; he glared at Jiya. Jiya had a severe cold. He approached her, bringing her close to the railing; "Don't you think? You're being overly daring. How could you sneeze on me, idiot?" He leaned over her. Jiya's eyes kept blinking; her voice strained, she said, "Look, I'm not feeling well; I don't want to fight. Just leave." Agni smirked; "It seems you have a fever from the cold. If you want, I can cure your cold without spending money. You can reward me later." His hands moved from her exposed neck to her chest. He spun her around; she sneezed directly on him. Agni had claustrophobia and hated filth; Jiya sneezing on him distressed him. Agni's face twisted; he moved slightly away; "You stupid girl! You did something very foolish. Go fix yourself. If you're not better by tomorrow morning, no one will be worse off than me." Jiya looked at him with boredom; quietly she walked away, heading straight to the kitchen. Agni watched her once; then he headed to his room. In the kitchen, Jiya placed milk on the gas stove; she repeatedly dialed a number on her phone. The response was, "This number is currently busy or out of service." Jiya spoke to herself frustrated; "Grandma, where are you? I've been waiting; I'm calling; you didn't come. You should have let me know." She made a cup of tea, but the gas was too high; the tea spilled. The entire kitchen was messy; Jiya's eyes turned redder; her body hotter. She cleaned the utensils; she cleaned the kitchen; then she sat on the swing in the garden. The rain had stopped; the grass was still damp. Clouds covered the sky; the moon shone brightly. Strong winds blew; Jiya felt uneasy. She swung on the swing; she kicked her feet; she enjoyed the wind. Without stopping; she expressed, feeling the silence; "How wonderful it would be if I were never grown-up! How wonderful it would be if you were never in my life! How wonderful it would be if I still walked alone on the street like before! That silence was wonderful, when like childhood I would insist on getting that balloon while holding grandma's finger. How wonderful it would be! In that silence, I would just shed tears; I wouldn't look for someone's shoulder. How wonderful it would be if I didn't wish for happiness! What about those happinesses? What do I say to those happinesses which came to my life for a moment; then left me like this; which couldn't be revived. My fate; I met you and can't leave; can't stay without seeing you! Breathing has become so difficult; my chest feels weighed down." Her small dreams; she wanted to decorate them with her small hands. But after your departure; I laughed; The pain you gave; no one can give me that; not the whole universe. You said it right; I wasn't worthy of friendship; A friendship where people say friends bring happiness; here I got happiness; my eyes are crying blood; my lips are smiling! There are thousands who share pain; but what about the one which is ready to roar; nobody wants to listen. I was scared when I first saw you; I didn't know what you'd do. But I forgot; you're a boy; you'll do whatever you want; your so-called lust." Jiya closed her eyes; she kicked her legs; she took deep breaths; she felt herself in a room; she pressed her knees to her chest; she screamed; but her voice wasn't audible; tears welled up; her corners were wet. A woman appeared; Jiya opened her eyes; her face and body were redder; she took deep breaths. Just then someone placed their hand on her stomach. Jiya jumped; she looked back; Agni stood behind her in black trousers and a half-shoulder loose t-shirt; his hair was slightly messy; he looked extremely hot; his face cold. Agni's chilly fingers on her stomach; Jiya shivered; she tilted her face; she looked at him. Agni swung the swing slowly; Jiya moved ahead; then backward. After a few rounds; Agni held her stomach; pressed her to his chest. Jiya's breath stopped; she looked at him. Agni's hold on her waist tightened; Jiya squeaked. Agni pulled her to his chest; then lifted her from the swing. The swing swayed in the air. Jiya clung to him; they had no gap between them. Agni breathed in her ear; "You seem very ill." Jiya lightly laughed; "Not at all; no need to worry; I won't die from this fever." Agni turned her; pressed his fingers on her shoulders; Jiya winced. Her body already ached; Agni's action pained her. Agni smirked; "I know; I can take you to the gates of hell; then let you enjoy; no need to worry; let me enjoy you." One hand was on her waist. He moved his fingers on her waist; started teasing her. Jiya pushed his hand; "You can't touch me like this." "You're reacting as if I'm touching you for the first time; forget; we're already married." Jiya laughed; "Married to you? Is that a joke? That was forced; you made it for fun; not me." Agni's expression remained unchanged; He tightened his grip; pulled her close. Agni bent over her; "No matter; don't let anyone else touch you; no one will." Jiya pulled away; "I won't do anything; I won't be in a relationship; because you're a rude person; can't maintain a relationship, understood? Now let me go." Agni tightened his grip on her waist; Jiya squeaked. Agni's fingers touched something wet; on his fingertip; some blood; he flipped her; saw her waist; a deep wound. Agni's eyes turned red; he ran his fingers on her back; "How did you get this wound?" "What does it matter to you? A minor wound; it will heal." "As I asked; tell me." Agni's expression remained stern. Jiya hit her foot on his; Agni winced. He lifted Jiya in his arms; "Let's go with me." Jiya struggled; "Leave; leave me! Where are you taking me? I said leave; what are you doing?" Just then Arav arrived; Agni took Jiya; Arav asked; "Bro; what are you doing; where are you going with my love?" Jiya glanced; her face turned redder. Arav approached; held her hand; placed his hand on her face; "You have a fever; did you see a doctor? Let's go; I'll take you to the doctor." Agni held Jiya; "Exactly! I'm taking her to the doctor; she's causing a fuss; you tell your friend." He emphasized each word. Jiya glared; Arav quickly opened the car door; "Bro; you take her to the doctor; I'll inform mom." Agni placed Jiya; drove away. A nineteen-year-old girl in a night suit approached Arav; asked; "Arwa; brother; what are you doing?" Arav; "Jiya caught a cold." The girl surprised; "Cold? Oh; sheet; I must call her." The girl dialed; Arav took the phone; asked; "Who are you calling?" "If Jiya catches a cold; it worsens; doesn't get better; until special porridge is made. Arav; his voice disbelieved; "What nonsense?" The girl ignored; continued on the call; she spoke; called someone; "You're... where are you? Please come to Rathore mansion immediately; Jiya has a cold; a fever; her brother took her to the doctor. If she takes medication; severe problems. Please come quickly." A phone call; some rings; disconnected. The girl quickly; "Hello... Hello; are you listening?" The girl; "Are you serious! you hung up on me; you come; I pray." Arav hit her head; asked; "Tell me; what's going on?"
In the hospital,
A person was roaming the entire hospital corridor with a small bag in his hand. He repeatedly walked back and forth and came to the receptionist, praising her a little and saying, "Hello, ma'am, you look so beautiful. Can you help me a bit?"
The receptionist, who was staring at the boy standing in front of her, kept her phone in its place and said, "Look, mister, I've told you several times, the girl you're looking for isn't here. In fact, no patient has been brought here yet. So, either leave from here or I'll have to forcibly throw you out."
He made a puppy-like, innocent face and said, "But I'm just praising you here, and you're getting angry with me. What's the justice in this? By the way, you're very beautiful. Can I take your picture?"
As he said this and started moving towards her, the receptionist raised the file she was holding and hit him on the head, saying, "Don't even try to flirt with me; I'm older than you, 27 years old, understand? So, don't try to flirt much."
The boy said, "So what if you're 27, I'm 24. Why not be a bit flirty tonight? The night is so beautiful, and you're so lovely."
As he spoke, he started to get close to her. The receptionist stretched her hand towards him and said, "By the way, you look more beautiful with your hair open, Miss Chanda, and that mole on your lips looks like a black dot put there by nature."
The girl, who was showing attitude just a moment ago, now had her cheeks slightly turning red. She looked around shyly and said, "Leave here, kid; I told you I'm older than you."
The boy said with a smile, "Okay, I'll talk to you with respect. Can you help us with a small favor? For this innocent and handsome face."
Just then, a boy hit him on the head from behind and said, "You fool, I brought you here to help, not to see your cheap antics. I'll deduct 50 bucks from your salary for your overacting."
He pulled him out by the collar and took him outside. The receptionist, who was standing and watching in surprise, couldn't help but laugh as she saw him being dragged away.
After they left, a guard who was hiding behind a wall came out. He put his finger on the Bluetooth in his ear and said, "Hello, boss, it happened exactly as you said. Everything is under control here."
He approached the receptionist and took out three or four bundles of two thousand rupees each and placed them in front of her, saying, "For your help." With an arrogant attitude, he left.
She pouted, looked at the money, and then put it in the donation box. In the VIP ward, a girl was tied with ropes. Her hands were tied to the corners of the bed, and her mouth was taped. She glared at the person standing in front of her with a red face and swollen eyes.
The person's broad back was towards her. Her eyes were slowly closing, and they were red. Agni approached her with a dominating aura and gently removed the tape from her lips. A soft sigh escaped from the girl.
Agni said as he stroked her lips with his thumb, "Doesn't hurt too much, does it, Jan?" He stood up and started mashing some green and yellow flowers and leaves in his hand.
The girl looked at him and said in a shaky voice, "What are you trying to do? My friends know me very well; they know what can give me comfort. I won't eat anything you give me; understand?"
Agni put the crushed leaves and flowers in her mouth after making her open it. The girl's face turned terrible.
He then forced her to drink from a glass. The girl struggled, but Agni held her nose tight and pressed the glass against her lips. She reluctantly swallowed.
Agni smiled wickedly and said, "You knew, Jan, that you couldn't withstand my fire. Yet, you keep doing such things that put you in trouble."
The girl's eyes were closed, and her face had turned blue. Agni looked at her neck, where red rashes had appeared. He gazed at her with a deep, intense look.
He then moved his gaze downwards and examined her chest in a strange way. He said, "Didn't I tell you, Jan, that what I want will happen to you? You're trapped in a cage where there's no cage, no wolf, and no ropes, but you're still trapped, my dear."
As he spoke, Agni went to the window and lit a cigarette, watching the heavy rain outside.
His eyes had become even darker, and his fists were clenched, with visible veins. His face was icy, but it seemed like he had a storm inside.
After about half an hour, he heard the sound of bangles. He turned his head and saw that Jiya had regained consciousness and was trying to free her hands.
Agni approached her and put his hand on her face, saying, "What's wrong, Jan? How did you gain so much strength after being so sick?"
The girl said, "You've done what you wanted to do. You can leave now."
Agni pulled her chin up and said, "I don't think you should talk like that. You've been through a lot, and I took care of you. Don't you think you should reward me?"
The girl said, "What reward? I won't give you any reward."
Agni smiled and said, "I knew you wouldn't give me any reward, but Agni Singh Rathore doesn't take anything from anyone; he takes what he wants from people's mouths. Because she is only mine."
As he spoke, he attacked her lips. The girl had barely moved her lips to say something when Agni's lips engulfed hers.
The kiss was intense, and the girl's saliva mixed with Agni's. Her face turned red, and she struggled, but her hands were tied.
Agni dominated her, and she couldn't do anything. He kissed her deeply, and the girl's senses were dulled.
As they kissed, Agni moved his hands over her body, exploring every inch. The girl was overwhelmed, and her breathing became heavy.
Agni said in a seductive tone, "I want you to spread your legs."
The girl protested, "No, you can't take advantage of me like this."
Agni smiled and said, "You think I'm taking advantage of you? I'm your husband now. This is my current status. If I am taking advantage of you, let me take a little advantage. What harm is it?"
The girl's anger and resistance started to fade. She looked at Agni, and her mind was filled with his presence.
Agni moved away from her and said, "Our children will come to this world very soon. Understand this with your small brain."
As he spoke, he stood up and adjusted his coat. He looked like a devil, exuding dark vibes.
He walked out of the hospital, and the guards outside saluted him. He got into his car and drove away.
As he left, he glanced at a burning pyre and then moved on. He picked up a burning stick and walked towards a dilapidated place, where a spark was flying due to the rain. Agni entered the place with the burning stick.
Inside the garage,
Agni was sitting on a chair inside the garage. He had one hand, which was half-dangling, resting on his knee. His face was tilted towards the ground. He looked down and saw his shirt; the entire shirt was soaked in blood. There were blood splatters on his face. He looked extremely dangerous. His hair was hanging over his forehead. His fingers were filled with shreds of flesh. The blood dripping from his fingers was wetting the floor.
There was deep silence there. Suddenly, the silence was broken by the ringing of the phone. A deep smile spread across Agni's face. He looked at the phone lying on the floor to one side and gestured to it with his finger. A guard present nearby quickly came to Agni, picked up the phone, and put it directly on the speaker.
A person from the other end, clearing his throat, said, "Congratulations, Mr. Batra! I didn't think you could do it so easily, but you've really won my heart. Ask for whatever you want."
The person was laughing with a strange smile. Strange sounds were coming from his end. A crooked smile also appeared on Agni's face as he listened.
With a strange smile, he said, "I want your death, I want Agni Singh Rathore's death, and that day will come very soon. The voices you're enjoying for pleasure now will be the same voices with which your breath will stop, and you won't even realize it. You want to take my life, then come, touch my life now. Agni Singh Rathore challenges you. Touch my life."
The phone cut off from the other end. Agni threw the phone at the wall. He had thrown his head back. His shoulders were against the headrest of the chair. His face was tilted upwards. His eyes were extremely red. Blood droplets were slowly sliding down his face and dripping down. He looked extremely ferocious. The flesh shreds in his fingers had dried and turned inward.
After sitting like that for some time, Agni stood up. He raised both his hands in the air. Along with this, a guard came with a thick pipe, from which water was coming out rapidly, and completely soaked Agni. All the blood on his body came out and fell on the floor.
Agni, like a psycho, said while looking at a body lying there, "These were the hands that had tried to destroy my life, weren't they? Look, I've taken your life, and you didn't even realize it." He laughed again intensely.
The next morning,
In a room filled with darkness, many paintings were hanging. The room had large grilles through which only sun rays could enter. Apart from that, neither could any light breeze enter and touch the priceless items kept there, nor could the person present inside take outside breaths.
A person was sitting on a chair. He had a white shirt with a black top hat slightly tilted forward. A cigar was pressed against his lips, emitting smoke. The person was looking at the paintings in front of him for a long time. The paintings made no sense. Some had a small eye, some had a finger; there were countless such paintings.
Some seemed like a girl's painting, but it was impossible to understand. The paintings were very strange. They didn't seem to belong to one person. Some had bare skin, some had big black eyes, some had a slight tooth, and some had a bit of hair; nothing else. The room was surrounded only by paintings. The same person was still puffing on the cigar.
He brought his hand in front of his face and stroked his face, cheeks, and neck intensely. He said, "Your fragrance, when I inhale you into me, will give me peace." Like a psycho, he touched his face and body in a very strange way, bringing his hand down to his body.
He seemed like a psycho. He had his eyes closed. He was taking deep breaths, as if he were masturbating. While taking deep breaths, he said, "Hmm... Uff... Just this... Hmm... I won't pleasure... Hmm... Just this... Uff..."
The person had closed his eyes. He was making strange sounds. The entire room was filled with maddening sighs. In a short while, the man was almost drenched in sweat. His face wasn't visible, but his body and clothes, soaked in sweat and clinging to his body, showed what he might have imagined there. The sound of his breaths was clearly audible.
At the hospital,
Jiya was sitting on the bed with her legs hanging down. She had her face tilted downwards. She seemed to be in deep thought. Then, the bathroom door opened, and Agni came out with a black towel wrapped around his waist. Water droplets trickled down from his chest to his stomach; he looked very attractive.
The bath had made his eyes slightly pink, giving him a killer look. Agni was shaking his wet hair. His gaze fell on Jiya. He went very close to her, rested his hands on her waist, and leaned over her. Jiya, lost somewhere, was startled by Agni's sudden approach and moved backward, almost falling off the bed.
Before she could fall, Agni held her waist and, with his fingers tickling her waist, leaned in closer. Jiya's face turned completely red.
She turned her gaze away and said, "What are you... what are you doing? Can't you stand properly?" While speaking, she was looking here and there.
A crooked smile appeared on Agni's face. He placed his knee on the bed near Jiya's feet and put the other leg between her legs, bending down completely. His towel was touching Jiya's feet. Jiya felt a shiver run down her spine. Her face turned red up to her neck.
She stuttered, "What are you... what are you doing?"
Agni slowly moved his hand towards her blouse, playing with the ties, and said, "I was thinking, why not have a round on the hospital bed? How much fun would that be! Then you would have trouble with the hospital, and you would never bring yourself to this state. What do you say?"
Jiya felt like a thousand ants were biting her body. She couldn't hear Agni's voice. She closed her eyes tightly and turned her face away. Water dripping from Agni's head was trickling down onto her face. Agni put his other hand on her neck and rested his face near her neck, leaning on her collarbone.
Jiya's face had turned upwards. She took a deep breath. The cold water dripping from Agni's body was wetting her body, and she felt goosebumps. Her body started shivering. Agni could feel the warmth emanating from her body.
He moved his hand towards her skirt and said, "I think you're wet, dear. What do you say? Shall we have a round? You won't have any problem with this."
"I need... I need to go to the washroom," she said, folding her toe tightly, as if controlling herself.
Agni placed his cold fingers on her waist and hooked his finger into the thin waistband tied around her waist, moving it in a circle. He said, "Why, dear? Why now? And when I'm here, why do you need to go to the washroom? I can fulfill your inner desire." As he spoke, he sat down on his knees. Jiya's eyes widened. In the next moment, Agni caught her skirt and lifted it slightly.
A week later,
Zia sat silently in the garden, watching the setting sun. Her eyes were moist, her chest was filled with restlessness, and a melancholy had settled on her face. A week had brought about a drastic change in her life. Not a single moment had passed when she hadn't thought of her grandmother, and every time she received the same response: "This number has been not reachable."
She sat on the swing, troubled, watching the setting sun, and said, "You know, Dadi, I have no one in this world except you. The person I loved from childhood doesn't believe in me. He only uses me for his bestiality. I'm in so much pain. I never told you, but I'm paying a huge price for love. Dadi, please come back. We'll leave this place forever after that. I just need to finish my graduation, get a good job, and you and I will live in a nice house. Aunt, uncle, and Arav are all good. I just fear the person I loved. It feels like time will stop, and my heartbeats will slow down. I never wished for this in love, but now a desire is growing in my heart - if I die, I want to die in his arms, the person I've grown to hate so much that it's hard for me to breathe."
A single tear rolled down her cheek. She closed her eyes and sat there.
Suddenly, a deep voice said, "Zia, what are you doing there? Look, someone has come to meet you. This person asks about you every day. "
Zia quickly composed herself and turned around. Her long hair flowed in the wind.
There was a man standing at the door. He wore a yellow kurta, torn jeans, and sneakers. His hair was light and long, with a mole between his eyebrows. He held some papers in his hand, and his lips were red from chewing paan. He looked like a village boy. He stared at Zia intently.
Zia rushed towards him, her hands waving, and said, "Hello, I'm Zia." Her voice was barely audible.
The man standing before her looked into her eyes. Her deep, intoxicating eyes, small nose, pink lips, and the tight blouse that made her chest attractive - it was all very captivating.
He stared at her with a deep gaze. Zia felt uncomfortable and quickly asked in a slightly louder voice, "Hello, what do you want from me? Uncle said you've been coming here for a week." Her voice was filled with anger.
The man standing before her smiled slightly and handed her a packet, saying, "My name is Ram, and I'm from a village. I heard about your grandmother and was very upset. We weren't at home at the time, so we couldn't attend her last rites. But I came to tell you that she entrusted your responsibility to me. Now, you have to come with me and become my wife."
A strange expression appeared on Zia's face, which she couldn't understand herself. Her breathing slowed down. She looked at the man, unsure, and said, "What are you saying? I don't understand."
The man took a step closer, put his hand on her shoulder, and said, "You're going to be my wife, and you're joking with me? We didn't know city girls could be so bold. The person who raised you with so much love and care, you forget that someone took care of you after they passed away."
"How dare you use such words for my grandmother? Who do you think you are? Yes, we know my grandmother wasn't answering calls, but that doesn't mean you'll say anything!" Zia's face turned red with anger, and she glared at Ram.
Ram took a step back, his eyes filled with anger. He gritted his teeth and said, "We were talking to you with love, and we expect you to respond in the same way. We told you that your grandmother came to our village to meet us. She finalized your relationship with us. If you don't remember, you could have asked your grandmother. But when she was returning, a landslide occurred, and her car fell into a ditch. She died on the spot. It's been a week, and you don't remember?"
Zia looked at him with teary eyes, her knees buckling, and she said, "Our... our grandmother can't leave us like that... she can't..."
Ram, still staring at her, put his hand on her head and said softly, "There was a call from the hospital. Didn't you know?"
Zia wiped her tears and quickly stood up, saying, "I'll talk to you later." She rushed inside, unable to accept the reality. Her world had crumbled. She was drowning in emotions, unable to understand anything.
Ram watched her go, his eyes fixed on her retreating back, where her uncle was loosely tied. He tightened his fist, and a wicked smile spread across his face. "What a beautiful butterfly! They say city girls are amazing. If only you would come to my bed once, my life would be successful." He glanced at the papers in his hand, put them back in his pocket, and walked out of the house.
A dark shadow had fallen on Zia, of which she was unaware.
Meanwhile, Zia rushed inside and collided with Avni Ji, who was going out. Avni Ji held her and said, "Beta, I told you many times not to run like that. What's the hurry?"
Zia held her hands tightly and stammered, "Aunt, did... did you receive a call from the hospital? He... he came from the village... He said Dadi... Dadi... Dadi is gone." Her breathing was rapid, and tears streamed down her face.
Avni Ji's face turned pale. She held Zia and tried to say something...
Zia moved away, understanding her emotions. She quickly asked, "You knew, didn't you? You knew, and you didn't tell me! I didn't get to see her for the last time! I didn't get to touch her with my hands! You've taken away my last relationship! Where will I go, Aunt? Why didn't you tell me? I want to meet her! She can't leave me! I want to see her!"
Avni Ji went close to her, put her hand on her head, and hugged her tightly. "Beta, why are you saying these things? I'm here, Arav is here, Agniveya is here. We all have you."
Zia cried out, "Aunt, you made a mistake! I'll never forgive you! I'm not weak! You should have told me! What will I do? You've taken away my grandmother! The pain is too much!"
The world seemed to have fallen on her head. She couldn't breathe or understand anything. Her eyes seemed to fade into darkness. The words echoed in her ears - "You can't be your own. You're an orphan. From birth, you lost your mother, spent some years with your father, and now see, whoever takes care of you, you'll kill them too." Zia's eyes faded into darkness, and she fainted on the floor.
Avni Ji looked at her in shock and tried to revive her by tapping her cheeks. However, Zia was unconscious.
Arav had just come inside when he heard Avni Ji's cry and rushed to her side. He saw Zia lying on the floor and quickly picked her up, saying, "Mom, call the doctor! What happened? She fainted like this! She was fine when she came back from the hospital." He rushed her to her room.
Some time later,
Zia regained consciousness. She sat up, staring at the ceiling. Her gaze fell on Arav, who was sitting beside her, saying something, but she couldn't hear him. Avni Ji's heart ached as she looked at her. She had known her since childhood. She used to bring a smile to her face when she cried, and now she was like a dead soul.
Avni Ji tried to talk to her, but after a while, she left the room, unable to bear the sight.
After everyone left, Zia continued to stare at the ceiling. She didn't understand what was happening in her mind. Time slowly passed, and before she knew it, night had fallen. At around 2:00 AM, there was a knock on her door. She was still staring at the ceiling. She recognized the footsteps and knew who it was - the same person who had been asking for her.
The door opened, and Agniveya entered, wearing a coat over his shoulder and untying his tie. His eyes fixed on Zia. He walked directly to the shower, peeled off his shirt, and got under the water. Some time later, wrapped in a towel around his waist, he entered the room. His wet hair fell on his forehead, and the warm shower had made his body slightly pink. However, the cold aura around him seemed to make him terrifying. He approached Zia's bedside.
"What's wrong, Jane? You're not pretending to fall asleep today, and you're not trying to distance yourself. Otherwise, you would have made many excuses to get away from me," Agniveya said, his voice very seductive. As he spoke, his hand stopped beside her lips.
It was 8:00 in the morning. Avni ji was sitting restlessly in the hall, discussing breakfast with a servant. Then, with a thought, she got up and walked directly towards Jia's room. As soon as she knocked, there was only silence from inside. She opened the door and entered. She looked around for Jia, but couldn't find her anywhere. She went straight to the balcony, pulled back the curtains, and opened the door.
The bright sunlight flooded into the room. As she turned, her eyes fell on Jia. Jia was lying on the floor under the bed, blood oozing from her hand. Her eyes widened in shock. She quickly went to her side, patting her cheeks and saying, "Jia, child! Open your eyes. What happened? Get up, look at me!"
She tried to lift her, screaming. Blood was flowing from Jia's hand. It was evident that her hand had been cut recently. She was still faintly conscious.
Agni, coming out of the study room, rushed into the room upon hearing the loud scream. His gaze fell directly on Jia lying on the floor. His eyes hardened. He moved forward expressionlessly, picked Jia up in his arms, and walked straight out.
Aarav, who was groggy from sleep, seeing Jia in this condition, quickly opened the car door and started driving out. Agni immediately got into the car and shouted, "Who drives this slow! Drive faster!" He was gently pressing Jia's hand to stop the bleeding.
Jia had fainted. She had cut the vein in her hand. She felt alone and helpless; her life was ruined, her last hope of living had vanished. She no longer had the will to live, nor the fear of dying. She had wanted to end her life.
A short while later, they were at the hospital. Her hand had been bandaged. The doctor stood in front of Agni and said in a nervous voice, "We've bandaged it. She'll regain consciousness in a while. She's mentally depressed and very weak. So, please take proper care of her. This is her diet plan." With that, he quickly left.
Agni looked at the prescription in his hand, walked towards Aarav, and then went straight into the ward.
Jia had been admitted to the VIP ward. Agni entered the ward. His gaze fell on Jia, who was leaning back and staring at the ceiling. He stood in his place and stared at Jia. Jia was staring at the ceiling. Dark circles had appeared under her eyes, and the glow had completely vanished from her face. Her face was pale, and it was as if all life had drained from her body; she lay on the bed like a lifeless doll.
Agni had been going near her for the past week. He didn't care what Jia was doing, eating, or drinking; he only cared about fulfilling his needs, which he did every night. In that one week, he had completely possessed Jia countless times.
Jia had tried to stop him many times, the extent of which was known only to them. Agni approached her with quick steps, gripped her jaw, and said in a deep, angry voice, "You're so eager to die, aren't you? Fine. I'll show you hell while you're alive. If you try to cut your veins again, I'll take your life with my own hands."
Jia looked at him with empty eyes, shook off his hand, and smiled, saying, "What more can you do? I didn't take the life of your love, understand? And as for killing me, why kill me slowly by making me suffer? Just end it in one go, it will hurt less."
A smile spread across Agni's face. With a crooked smile, he said, "I'll kill you, very soon, but you'll have to endure that pain first, won't you? And yes, a woman feels the most pain when her husband remarries. After her family, a husband is her only support. Won't that feel so good! We are both married, and you will fulfill my every wish, but you will never get the status of a wife, nor that happiness."
"Prepare yourself, I'll be giving you this good news very soon." Saying this, he shook her face, gripping her hair firmly and continued, "There will be no one worse for you than me, my darling."
Jia, composing herself, turned her face away. She said nothing, but looking away, she said, "I too am eagerly waiting for the day you ride the horse." With that, she closed her eyes.
Agni's fist tightened at her quick wit. His veins were bulging, his face was completely red, and his eyes were dark. He squeezed Jia's cheeks and said angrily, "Open your eyes, idiot! I need to talk to you. Get up!" You, in this way... saying this, he withdrew his hands.
Just then, the sound of the door opening made Agni move away from Jia. Without looking at Aarav, he said in a cold voice as he left, "Stay with her, and if she does anything crazy like this again, call me directly." With that, he left without stopping.
Aarav placed Jia's medicine on the table, gently held her hand, and said, "Just as it's not in anyone's control to come into the world, it's not in anyone's hands to leave either. We couldn't do anything when Grandma left, but you can't ruin your life like this. If God takes one thing, he blesses you with thousands of joys. So why don't you understand this? When did you start acting so childishly?"
He brought her hand to his lips.
Aarav and Jia were childhood friends. Their friendship had grown over time. Aarav had gone with Agni, otherwise, their friendship would still be at a different level. After watching her for a while, he came out to get coffee.
A white-colored mansion, beautifully decorated. There were fireworks going on around, and inside a room of the mansion, a person stood with his head bowed in anger. He was none other than Tabish. With anger, he clenched his fist and said through gritted teeth, "Dad, you have done what you had to do. But don't expect any more hope from this." As he said this, he began to walk away.
His mother’s voice echoed in his ears, "But you have married her. She is your wife."
Tabish closed his eyes tightly and took a deep breath. His face had turned bright red with anger. The next moment, turning towards her, he spoke in anger, "Mom, do you people have any idea? You people not only got me married to a girl who doesn't know about marriage, but now I have to carry her in my arms? I know very well that I am your only son, and that was your wish, which I broke. You wanted me to become a doctor, but I became a businessman. But you people have chosen a very good way to take revenge. But I will never forget the mistake you people made. You got me married to that little girl. Now I will teach her, make her write, and send her to school? Seriously, at night if she cries, I will sing a lullaby to her? If I get carried away by mistake, will she understand my feelings? You people did not do well. Today I am stuck here, and tomorrow I will leave."
With a powerful voice, Tabish became calm all at once.
Tabish's dad said in anger, "Go wherever you want to go, but you will take our daughter-in-law, your wife, with you. From now on, she is your responsibility."
As Tabish came out of the room with clenched fists, he collided with a very impressive personality. He raised his head and saw a person around 50 years old standing in front of him.
Tabish looked at him, took a deep breath, and started to calm himself down. At that moment, the person placed his hand on Tabish's shoulder, exerting slight pressure, and spoke in a deep voice, "She is our daughter. We have pampered her a lot. And beware, if you go near her or do anything to her..."
Tabish, whose face was already filled with anger, got even more irritated at his words and said, looking at him, "Why? When you were getting her married, didn't you think that she is your daughter? And now I have to bear this? Not at all. See, I will give you the news of her getting pregnant tomorrow morning if not, then say."
The person standing in front glared at him with anger, pointed his finger, and said, "You misbehaved boy! If you do anything to my daughter, see!"
Tabish stuck his finger in the man's finger like a stubborn child and said, "I will do a lot, not just anything. And anyway, don't you want to become a grandfather soon? You will have to make some effort and put in some work for that, so just wait." He walked away with anger and hatred.
And there, the person watched Tabish walk away with anger and said, "You misbehaved boy! My daughter will take care of your arrogance!" He took a deep breath and walked away, as if he had complete faith in his daughter.
Tabish's room.
As soon as Tabish opened the door of his room, his phone started ringing. He picked up his phone and said irritatedly, "Damn you! You people can't give me peace, even at night?"
On the other side, Agni spoke in a light-hearted tease, "I didn't think you would marry someone half your age. Anyway, congratulations!"
Tabish became irritable and said, "Okay, I accept that you are my friend, but don't talk such nonsense. My mind is messed up."
Agni said, "I just called to tell you that you have been around so many girls that you might have some difficulty on your wedding night. So, I was just calling you to tell you that."
Tabish shouted, "You donkey! You fool! Don't you have any shame talking to your friend like this? You're talking as if you've already done so many rounds."
A smile spread across Agni's lips. He quickly said, "Of course! And the biggest thing is that I have already played a game with my greatest enemy. You are back, you have to..." The phone disconnected.
Tabish put his phone in his pocket and entered the room. His eyes widened. The room was decorated very beautifully. There were candle decorations around, and red petals were scattered on the floor.
Tabish looked at all this and then his gaze moved to the bed, where a very beautiful small bride, with her face covered in a veil, was looking at him with big, blinking eyes. The net dupatta made both of them see each other's eyes clearly.
Tabish looked at her once, locked the room from inside, and said to himself, "Here I am showing anger to control myself, and this girl is sitting here, decorated beautifully. As if she will make me lose control today." He immediately moved away from Aaliya and went straight to the dressing table, took out his watch, and said in a gloomy voice, "Go change your clothes. I'm getting irritated seeing these flashy clothes."
Aaliya looked at him once and immediately jumped off the bed, saying very lovingly, "I was also thinking the same, uncle. Now I will go change into my favorite dress." She picked up her heavy lehenga and directly entered the bathroom.
Tabish took a deep breath after she left. It seemed like he could breathe properly only after she left. He went to the balcony, opened the curtains, and after inhaling some fresh air for a while, he entered the room.
As he stretched out his hand to clear the bed, the sound of the door opening caught his attention, and his gaze moved directly towards the bathroom. Two thin, beautiful legs were in front of him. His eyes widened.
Tabish looked at her and said in a stammering voice. "Sh-sh-shit!!"
Aaliya looked at him and immediately moved closer.
Tabish tried to stand up, looking at her.
Aaliya came close to him and sat on his lap.
Tabish's breath got stuck in his throat. He looked at her with wide eyes. Aaliya looked at him and said, pouting, "Uncle, why is your heart beating so fast? You might have a heart attack. Should I call a doctor?"
Tabish nodded hastily and said, "You... you do... do what are you doing? Get off me! You can't sit on me like this."
Aaliya made a cute face and said, "Why not? I can sit on you. I am your wife, and we will sleep together from now on. What's wrong with sitting like this, husband? Tell me."
Tabish was in a state of panic. He started coughing.
Aaliya saw him like that, got up quickly, and handed him a glass of water, saying innocently, "Oh, why are you coughing? Have some water."
Tabish's cough turned into hiccups. His body was getting warm, and his ears were red. One, Aaliya was standing in front of him in his white shirt, which was revealing; slowly... and the body shop fragrance emanating from her body... Tabish found it difficult to breathe.
He managed to drink water and stood up.
Aaliya immediately held his hand and came close to him.
Tabish looked at her with wide eyes and pushed her away, saying, "Why... why are you coming close to me?"
Aaliya said, with a little shame, "We... got married, didn't we?"
Tabish tried to sound rude and said, "So...?"
Aaliya looked at him and said shyly, "I want your... that."
Tabish's face turned dark. His ears were red, as if someone had poured hot lava into them. His face was red. He looked at the little girl standing in front of him, who was asking for something she didn't even understand, and he knew that if he did that to her, she would be bedridden for a week.
He said in a nervous voice, "You... you mean... what do you want to say?"
Aaliya put on a pout and looked at him with very innocent eyes, caught his collar, and moved close to him.
Tabish's condition worsened. He quickly put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her away.
Aaliya slowly brought her hand down, put it on something, and her face turned red.
Tabish's face was dark. He pushed her away and shouted, "What are you doing? How did you dare to touch me like this?"
She said, with shame and embarrassment, innocently, "It was pricking me on my stomach. I had no intention of touching you in this manner. I just want to sleep with you." She said it directly and very innocently.
As soon as she said that, Tabish's face turned completely black, and he shouted at her, "Are you losing your mind? Do you even know what you are talking about? You are so young, one could say you are a small packet, big explosion!"
Aaliya looked at him innocently and said, "But what did I say that you are getting so angry? You are my husband, and it's my duty to sleep with you, to make you happy." She looked at him.
Tabish looked at her from top to bottom and immediately entered the bathroom, slamming the door shut, and shouted, "If I don't see you sleeping before I come out, I will make you sleep outside in the balcony in this cold weather, understood? Now, without any naughtiness, go to bed like good children." He slammed the door shut.
Aaliya looked at the closed door, puzzled, and said, "But what did I say that he got so angry? Don't all husbands and wives sleep together? If I want to sleep with him, what's wrong? What should I do? I have a habit of sleeping with my toys, hugging them. It's so soft! And I don't sleep well without hugging them. How do I sleep now?"
She looked at the bed, a king-size one decorated with flowers, with two small swans close to each other and a big heart-shaped design in the middle made of flowers. Aaliya became happy seeing it and jumped onto the bed.
In the bathroom.
Tabish was under a cold shower. His whole body had turned red. He shook his head, feeling the cold water droplets on his face. One hand was on his hair; water dripped from his thin, long fingers. The shower droplets slid down his temples. Taking long breaths, he tried to calm himself down, and his eyes kept seeing Aaliya's delicate, beautifully chiseled body.
If you want to add emotions to your dialogues, the proper use of action verbs, facial expressions, and atmosphere is essential. Here are some examples:
1. Dialogues spoken in Happiness
"Are you telling the truth?" he said with a sparkle in his eyes, as if his world had suddenly been filled with light.
"Wow! This is amazing!" she jumped with joy, her voice brimming with excitement.
2. Dialogues spoken in Anger
"Why did you do this?" he said, gritting his teeth, his eyes burning like embers.
"Enough! I can't tolerate this anymore!" his voice was so stern that silence fell in the room.
3. Dialogues spoken in Sadness
"I thought you were my own..." he said in a choked voice, his eyes welling up.
"Now everything is over..." he said softly, as if even words had become a burden.
4. Dialogues spoken in Love
"I am incomplete without you..." he said, looking into her eyes, his voice echoing with sincerity.
"Your smile lights up my world." he whispered softly, his gaze fixed on her face.
5. Dialogues spoken in Fear
"Did... did you hear that sound too?" he said in a trembling voice, his heart pounding.
"We should leave here..." he said, looking around with panicked eyes.
6. Dialogues spoken in Doubt / Confusion
"I don't know... maybe I heard wrong?" he muttered, furrowing his brows in confusion.
"Are you telling the truth?" he asked, peering into his eyes with a deep gaze.
How to improve?
Add action verbs (smiling, screaming, whispering, trembling voice, etc.).
Convey the atmosphere (there was silence in the room, his breathing was rapid, tension filled the air).
Show facial and body movements along with the dialogue (eyes welled up, fists clenched, voice trembled).
In these dialogues, you can add deeper emotions by mixing scenes, body language, and feelings. If you need dialogues for a specific situation, let me know!
If you need dialogues that show terror and a cold aura, it will be important to add trembling voices, atmospheric stillness, and physical reactions. Here are some examples:
1. Dialogues spoken in Cold Fear
"Something... something doesn't feel right here..." he whispered, his breath dissolving like mist in the cold air.
"Did you feel that too?" he looked at the trembling floor, as if the ground was slipping from beneath his feet.
"In this darkness, someone is counting our breaths..." his voice was so low as if he was afraid to even hear himself.
"Why is it so cold? The windows are closed here..." he said, hugging his arms, the goosebumps on his skin giving a strange warning.
2. Dialogues spoken in Pure Terror
"For God's sake, don't turn around!" he said in an almost choked voice, his eyes filled with such dread as if he had seen something unimaginable.
"It's... it's here... right behind us..." his voice trembled, his lips were dry, and cold beads of sweat ran down his spine.
"We have to get out of here, now, this very moment!" he managed to gather the words, but fear could not control his heartbeats.
"If we take one wrong step, then..." he left the sentence half-finished, his eyes widened in some unknown fear.
3. Dialogues spoken in Mysterious Cold Aura
"Did you feel something change in the air?" he asked softly, his voice sending a chill down to the soul.
"This place... feels frozen by someone's gaze..." he said slowly, and every breath of his dissolved into the air like smoke.
"Why is it so cold... as if something invisible is moving around us..." he said, rubbing his shoulders, and recoiled from an unseen touch.
"Shadows are moving on the walls... but we are alone, aren't we?" his voice faded, and the darkness seemed to swallow his words.
4. Dialogues spoken in Silence of Death
"Did you hear that?" he whispered, putting his ear to it, but even the air had stopped.
"Such strange silence... as if this place is holding its breath."
"Even if we scream, no one will hear us..." there was emptiness in his eyes, as if he had told himself this truth.
How to make it scarier?
Add atmosphere: "There was a strange dampness in the air, as if someone had spent the night crying here."
Show physical reactions: "His hands had become ice cold, and his heart was beating so fast that he could hear it himself."
Convey a sense of unknown danger: "There was someone in the darkness... invisible, but their presence sent a chill down to his bones."
If you need scary dialogues for a specific scene, let me know!
Absolutely! Here are even deeper, more sensitive, and impactful words and phrases that will help express emotions better:
1. Words and Phrases Showing Happiness
Words: chirping, giggling, beaming, ecstatic, overjoyed, filled with light.
Phrases:
Her eyes had a sparkle as if thousands of fireflies had lit up at once.
She jumped with joy, like a bird taking flight in the open sky for the first time.
Her smile had a magic that could make even a sad heart bloom.
2. Words and Phrases Showing Anger
Words: fuming, erupting, gritting teeth, clenching fists, eyes blazing.
Phrases:
Her eyes blazed like embers, as if a small spark could cause an explosion.
She said through gritted teeth, "That's enough!"
Her voice was as cold as ice, but her eyes were raging like a storm.
3. Words and Phrases Showing Sadness
Words: choked, tear-filled, sighing, eyes moist, feeling empty.
Phrases:
His voice was so soft, as if a fallen star was scattering its last glow.
Tears lingered in her eyes, like droplets left after the rain.
He lowered his head, as if even words had abandoned him.
4. Words and Phrases Showing Fear
Words: trembling, shivering, breath catching, heart pounding, cold sweat.
Phrases:
His breath hitched, as if time had stopped.
Even his shadow in the darkness scared him, as if someone was following him.
His heart was beating so loudly that every beat echoed in his ears.
5. Words and Phrases Showing Love
Words: racing heart, lowering gaze, blushing with shyness, faint smile, heart fluttering.
Phrases:
His gaze met hers, and for a moment, the whole world stood still.
Her eyes said everything, even if her words did not.
Her smile was so beautiful, like dew drops on rose petals in the morning.
6. Words and Phrases Showing Doubt / Confusion
Words: furrowing brows, lost in thought, hesitating, half-open mouth, speaking indistinctly.
Phrases:
He lowered his head and bit his lip, as if trying to solve a deep riddle.
There was confusion in his eyes, as if someone had placed a closed door in front of him.
He wanted to say something, but the words got stuck in his throat.
7. Words and Phrases Showing Hatred
Words: narrowing eyes, twisting lips, wrinkling nose, staring with disgust, bitterness in voice.
Phrases:
He turned away with disgust, as if what was in front of him was poisonous.
There was so much hatred in his eyes that the other person felt small.
"I don't even like looking at your face," his voice was laced with a cold poison.
8. Words and Phrases Showing Shame
Words: lowering eyes, biting lips, face flushing red, wringing fingers, drenched in sweat.
Phrases:
He said, averting his gaze, "I'm sorry..."
His eyes were downcast, as if he had been caught red-handed.
Drops of sweat shone on his forehead, as if he wanted to disappear into the ground.
How to make them more impactful?
Convey emotions deeply (heartbeats, rhythm of breathing, skin reactions).
Bring the atmosphere to life (coldness in the air, darkness of the room, silence, rapid heartbeats).
Combine dialogue and body language ("He closed his eyes, as if trying to protect himself from some pain.")
If you need emotional words or dialogues for a specific scene, let me know!
Here are more deep, impactful, and sensitive words that you can use to bring out emotions in your story.
1. Words related to Happiness
Sparkling (in eyes), swaying, smiling, giggling, beaming, ecstatic, elated, radiating, chirping, charmed, delighted, cheerful, sweet smile, heart filled with joy, shining eyes
Sentence examples:
The light of thousands of dreams reflected in her eyes.
She swayed with joy, as if a sweet melody had begun playing in her heart.
There was a smile on her face that could turn any darkness into light.
2. Words related to Anger
Flushing, gritting teeth, raining fire, spitting fire, breathing heavily, raising eyebrows, clenching fists, roaring, eyes burning like embers, irritated, speaking loudly, deep turmoil, stiffening neck, turning away
Sentence examples:
There was so much anger in his eyes, like the flames of smoldering embers.
He said through gritted teeth, "I won't tolerate this anymore!"
His voice was as cold as ice, but his words were filled with fire.
3. Words related to Fear
Shivering, trembling, drenched in sweat, breath catching, heart pounding, silence falling, face turning pale, hands and feet turning cold, swallowing nervously, recoiling suddenly, quaking with fear, terrified, voice getting choked, fearful eyes
Sentence examples:
His breath caught, as if his soul had been gripped.
His hands began to tremble with nervousness, and he slowly started to back away.
A shadow flickered in the darkness, and a cold shiver ran down his body.
4. Words related to Love
Racing heart, lowering gaze, blushing cheeks, faint smile, mischievous lips, deep eyes, gentle touch, flutter in the heart, dreamy eyes, sweet longing, restless heart, fragrant breath, soft smile, trembling lips, slight tremor in touch
Sentence examples:
He was lost in the depth of her eyes, as if searching for a path in the infinite sky.
When her fingers touched his hand, a slight shiver ran through his entire body.
Her smile was so beautiful, like the freshness of the first spring flowers.
5. Words related to Sadness
Eyes moist, choked voice, sighing, heart breaking, empty eyes, deep sadness, emptiness in gaze, unfulfilled hope, sobbing, throat getting choked, heart heavy, deep despair, drowning in tears, broken heart, groaning with pain
Sentence examples:
He said softly, "Nothing will be the same again..." and his voice was drowned in pain.
There were tears in her eyes, but she forced herself to smile.
He let out such a cold sigh, as if everything inside him had shattered and scattered.
6. Words related to Hatred
Wrinkling nose, twisting lips, sharp glances, hateful laugh, negative gestures, sharp tongue, poisonous words, hateful gaze, turning away, looking with contempt, burning with anger, harsh voice, expressions of rejection
Sentence examples:
He turned his gaze away, as if the person standing in front of him was worse than a stranger.
His voice was so bitter, as if poison had been mixed in it.
"I don't even feel like talking to you," he said with disgust and walked away quickly.
7. Words related to Jealousy
Unhealthy feeling, staring intently, furrowing brow, filled with jealousy, sarcastic smile, deep envy, irritation in the body, simmering inside, bitterness in tone, sourness in gaze, burning heart, biting lip, increased heartbeat
Sentence examples:
He bit his lip and smiled sarcastically, as if a storm of jealousy was raging inside him.
The bitterness of envy was evident in his words, as if he wanted to belittle her at all costs.
There was such jealousy in his gaze that even the other person's victory seemed bitter.
How to use these words better in your writing?
Add physical reactions – "He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, as if trying to compose himself."
Use the atmosphere – "There was silence in the room, but his nervous breaths were clearly audible."
Convey emotions deeply – "His lips moved to say something, but the words got stuck in his throat."
If you need specific words or dialogues for a particular scene, let me know!
The night was slowly deepening. The weather was changing rapidly; the clouds were moving very fast. In that dark night, the moon was shining brightly. The atmosphere seemed to be changing, as if it were going to rain. The trees around were making so much noise that anyone would shiver with fear. The lightning was flashing very quickly, as if a big storm was coming today.
And in the meantime, on Black Hill, a person was leaning against a car, holding a smoldering cigar between his fingers and taking long drags. Suddenly, lightning flashed again. And the light of that lightning was so bright that it fell on the face of the person standing there. He was Agni, whose face was completely cold, and his eyes were completely dark. His forehead veins were raised. His beautiful hand's thin, long fingers, which had started to burn slowly due to the cigar, but he still had the cigar attached to his stiff, burning lips, until he felt a slight burn.
As he did it in front of his eyes, he massaged it with his fingers and said, "You are such a complicated thing, like my love, you left me so quickly. I wanted to talk to you for some time, I want to feel myself, I wanted to, but you... you left me incomplete at that moment. And you also left me incomplete in this way." As he spoke, there was a crooked smile on his lips.
It seemed as if his barren heart had beat lightly today. He looked towards his chest. His white shirt was open; his entire chest was visible. He placed his hand on his chest and stroked it slowly with his fingers, saying in a very low voice, "I wanted to descend into your soul, I was very small, and I moved away from you. I didn't think it would be so far, but you were also very cruel."
He screamed. His scream was so terrifying that the bats in the forest started flying rapidly. Tonight was a full moon night. Foxes and jackals were screaming rapidly.
The scene became very terrifying as Agni's roar intensified their screams. Agni sat on the ground, filling the soil in his fist, and said, "I know that humans are made of soil. I never thought that I would see you turn into soil before my eyes. It's difficult for me to breathe without you." Then he stood up, turned directly towards the car, sat in the car, and drove away quickly. His speed was so high that the people passing by on the road nearby couldn't help but glance in his direction.
He was Agni, whose skills were quite good; otherwise, his accident would have happened several times today. He stood in front of the hospital after a while. He got out of the car and stepped out. The sound of rain reached his ears as he stepped out. He turned back and looked, where his gaze fell on the rain, as if it were the last rain of his life. He wasn't calm. He looked at the rain with stern eyes for a while, then moved inside directly. His heart was surrounded by an unusual restlessness, which he was ignoring.
As he walked with long strides, he said, "I'm coming. You have a great fondness for suffering pain, don't you? I'm coming to give you pain. Wait. You will enjoy this pain as well." Message: Jiya, Agni Singh Rathore.
"You have a great fondness for loving Agni, don't you? You will have to burn in the fire of that love." As he spoke, he directly walked into the VIP ward. He looked around with his stern eyes and came to the balcony. And his eyes turned red as he saw the outside view.
Curtains were tied and hung outside. He pulled them up and shouted in anger, "You can't leave me like this, Jan! You have to come to me." As he spoke, he stepped out directly.
Rathore Mansion, morning.
A black Mercedes stopped outside Rathore Mansion. All the guards present there were surprised to see the person. They had never seen Agni in this condition before. His hair was scattered on his forehead, his shirt sleeves were folded up to his elbows, and the buttons of his shirt were open. His clothes were sweaty and had many wrinkles. His appearance was ruined.
His eyes were very deep red, and his face was very cold. He walked with long strides towards the inside without any expression. Then, a very sweet voice fell into his ears.
His steps stopped right there.
He moved towards the temple inside the house. His gaze directly fell on the girl wearing a white lehenga-choli and a red dupatta on her head, who was singing Aarti. Agni stood and started watching the girl. His gaze was on the girl's hand, on which a bandage was tied.
The same Jiya turned back after finishing the Aarti, where Avni ji was standing with a smile. Jiya offered him the Aarti.
Avni ji ate some prasad and applied it to Jiya's lips, saying, "Always be happy, Jiya." With a smile, he came to Agni and said, pointing to the Aarti, "Agni... so cold! Agni's fire... there is a lot of fire inside you... but shouldn't you take the Aarti of God? Who knows when you might need it." As he spoke, he was blinking his eyes very lovingly.
Agni opened his mouth to say something...
Jiya immediately picked up a laddoo and pushed it into his mouth, saying, "Nothing! Not a single word! So now you can do what you want, and I will do what I have to do. But remember, the one who has nothing to lose often wins in this game." As she spoke, she moved forward.
Agni watched her go with clenched fists. Today, he felt that Jiya had changed something. There was a teasing smile on Jiya's lips.
Avni ji saw Agni there and came to him, putting his hand on his head, and said, "Beta, first you go and change. What condition have you created! Come quickly, I will make breakfast for you." As she spoke, she moved towards the kitchen.
Agni looked at Jiya with burning eyes, who was spreading sunshine throughout the house. Agni signaled a servant and directly moved to his room.
The room of Agni,
The door of Agni opens with a slow creaking sound.
Ziya enters the room with the jingling of her anklets. Her long hair was still dripping with water, causing her soaked blouse to stick to her body.
She had come to Agni's room to give sunlight to the entire house. Her gaze falls on the curtains.
She looks at the closed curtains and then takes a glance at the room, which seemed like a hell. Despite being filled with elegant and luxurious things, the room emitted a strange vibe.
After staring at the room for a while, she walks forward and separates the curtains, allowing sunlight to flood the room. She then moves ahead and opens the balcony door. A smile spreads across her face as she gazes at the sun.
"You have a lot of courage to challenge me, don't you? I'll make sure to extinguish this fire of Agni," she says, looking at the sun.
As she speaks, she feels cold fingers on her stomach.
Ziya suddenly stops and her breath catches. Her voice gets stuck in her throat. She tries to pull her stomach in.
She becomes aware of the water droplets on her shoulder and the heat radiating from her back, as if someone had lit a furnace behind her. She knows this warmth all too well; it's Agni, who has wrapped his arms around her waist and has his hands on her stomach.
Ziya tries to look back at Agni, who has wet hair disheveled on his forehead. Water droplets fall from his hair onto her shoulder, causing her to catch her breath.
Agni wraps his hands around her waist, holding her close. He says, "It seems you have a lot of energy after being cut. You must have a lot of blood flowing through you. Why don't we try something? A beautiful bed exercise."
As he speaks, he nonchalantly bites his lower lip.
Ziya smiles and turns to face Agni. Agni draws her closer, their bodies almost touching. An arti thali (a ceremonial plate) comes between them, which Agni gently moves aside to bring them even closer.
Ziya lifts her head to look at Agni, her eyes locked on his. She feels the water droplets from his hair falling on her face. She gazes at him deeply, her eyes red from crying, but with a spark of mischief.
Agni sees the spark in her eyes and wraps his arms tighter around her waist.
Ziya holds her breath; she can't breathe. They stare at each other, their faces inches apart.
Ziya sees her reflection in Agni's eyes.
Agni's deep voice resonates as he asks, "What's going on, my love? Why are you looking at me with such ownership today? What is our relationship, exactly?"
Ziya smiles and moves her finger to Agni's face, tracing his features. She presses his lips with her finger.
"You are my husband, and a husband is like a god. If I don't look at you like this, how will I? You have every right to look at me like this. No one else will look at you like I do," she says.
Her gaze falls on Agni's lips, which are slightly burned from smoking.
Ziya moves closer and kisses Agni's lips.
For Agni, this is like a shock. His expression changes in an instant. He looks at Ziya in surprise.
Ziya smiles at his reaction.
Agni raises an eyebrow and smiles wryly. "If you consider me your husband and think you have so much right over me, why not take a round?" he says.
Ziya looks at him, then moves slightly away and places her hand on his chest. She slides her fingers down and notices the towel around his waist. She looks up at Agni, whose smile fades slightly.
Agni feels her long fingers on his abs, and his ears start to turn red. He slowly turns red all over.
Ziya brings her hand down and entwines her fingers with the towel. Before she can pull her hand back, Agni grabs her and presses her against the wall.
Ziya is completely in Agni's arms now. Agni leans over her, his lips brushing against her ear. He growls, "What the f*** are you trying to do? You might end up spending the whole day in this room, and the door won't open. Show some respect in front of me."
Ziya looks at him, biting her lip. "I want to burn in this fire of Agni. Why not slowly, little by little?" she says, her voice husky.
Agni feels a jolt run through his body. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.
Ziya moves her finger near his face, tracing his features. She says, "What's wrong, husband? Why are you turning so red? Is your face burning? Do you have a fever?"
Her gaze falls on Agni's nose, and a triumphant smile spreads across her face.
She quickly hides her smile, placing her pallu near Agni's nose. "Oh, your nose is bleeding. Are you burning from inside? Check yourself, or you might end up burning without even a spark."
Agni's jaw clenches, and he looks like a fierce warrior. He grinds his teeth and says, "Get out of my room. If you say one more word in front of me, I'll take your life with my own hands."
Ziya falls to the ground, her hands on the floor. She looks up at Agni and says, "But, husband, taking care of you is my duty. If I don't, who will?"
Agni grabs her arm, his eyes blazing with anger. He grits his teeth and says, "If you utter one more word, I'll end your life."
He pushes Ziya out of the room and slams the door shut. His face is bright red, and his ears are burning.
Ziya stands outside the door, her expression changing instantly. She looks at the door with anger and hatred. "You think I'm weak? You have forgotten who I am. I'm the same Ziya who made you distant from your family. Now, let's see what I do to you," she says, walking away.
Agni stands under the shower, the water icy cold. His body still radiates heat, and he can't shake off the image of Ziya's smile and her words. He grinds his teeth and says, "I just hate you." He tries to calm himself down, his hand near his waist.
After some time,
Agni came downstairs, scrolling through his phone. Just then, he heard someone talking.
Aarav, shouting, hugged Jiya tightly and said, "Mouse! You scared the life out of me!" He embraced her tightly as he spoke.
Jiya stood by the dining table, completely pressed against Aarav's chest.
Seeing Jiya silent, Aarav said, "Come on, say something! I've been dying of worry here, and you can't even utter a word! What do you think you are? Do you even know how scared I was? Seeing you in that state... Okay, darling, Grandma is gone, we can't do anything about that, but how could you take such a step? Don't you care about me at all? I've come after so long, and if you behave like this, what will happen to me? My heart will break!"
He kept talking without stopping, and Jiya didn't even get a chance to speak.
He said again, "Mouse, what happened to you? Speak, why aren't you talking?"
Jiya said with great difficulty, "You crazy man! I... I can't breathe! How can I speak? Let me go, you're crushing me completely!"
Aarav moved away slightly and said innocently, "You know I'm a bit emotional, so I just got carried away. But tell me, are you okay now?" He supported Jiya by her shoulders.
Jiya stared at him. Then she pulled out a chair for Aarav and gestured for him to sit down with her eyes.
Aarav looked at her, picked up an apple, cut it, and put a bite in Jiya's mouth, saying, "What's this, Madam? Acting quite the gentleman."
Jiya smiled after that.
Avni ji was present, smiling as she watched them; Jiya was serving them breakfast.
Her gaze fell on Agni. Looking towards Agni, she smiled and slightly moved her lips.
But Agni ignored her and sat down in his seat. He clenched his fist tightly in one hand; the veins in his hands were bulging.
Jiya had a smile on her lips. Serving Avni ji's plate, she said, "Look, I've made special poha for you. Try it."
Aarav said excitedly, "You did the right thing! I've really wanted to eat your homemade poha! You've finally made it, or I would have asked!" As he said this, he offered her the seat next to him.
They began to have their breakfast. Meanwhile, Agni's grip on his spoon had tightened; he was staring at Jiya with intense eyes.
Jiya, on the other hand, had completely ignored him; she was talking to Aarav while eating her breakfast and feeding him occasionally. They were teasing each other while feeding one another. It seemed smiles wouldn't leave their faces.
Avni ji looked at them and said with a smile, "Come on, finish your breakfast quickly." Jiya nodded at her.
Agni, who was getting quite irritated watching all this, stood up from his place and said in a rather rude voice, "If you don't finish your breakfast and come out within five minutes, I'll leave you here."
Aarav looked at him and said, "Brother, I have a car, I'll come on my own, you go."
Agni's eyes hardened. He turned to him and said, "Didn't you hear this? Get ready and come out right now or else..."
Aarav felt a chill run down his spine. He somehow swallowed the bite in his mouth, drank his juice quickly, and ran towards his room.
Avni ji finished her breakfast and, heading towards her room, said to Jiya, "Come home, I need to talk to you."
Jiya nodded at her and resumed her breakfast. She wasn't looking at Agni, as if he didn't exist for her.
Agni looked at her, put one hand in his pocket, came closer to her, rested one hand on the chair, leaned on the table, and coming very close to Jiya, said in a dominating voice, "Stop all these antics! My brother is very innocent, and stay away from him! I know very well that you have your eyes on my brother! You couldn't trap me, so now you're playing games with him."
The bite Jiya had just taken remained in her mouth. She chewed it slowly and looked at Agni. She said nothing. Agni couldn't bear her sharp gaze.
He felt frustrated being stared at by her like that. He got annoyed, "What do you want? What is it you really want?"
Jiya looked at him. Then she extended one hand, placed it on his chest, and slowly moved her finger upwards, saying in a very seductive voice, "I want your whole body right now. What can you give me, tell me."
Agni's entire body went cold at Jiya's action. He was looking at Jiya; his face had turned completely dark. His mind was blocked for two seconds. He couldn't believe that a seemingly innocent, well-behaved girl like Jiya could say something like this. He stared at her, mouth agape in surprise.
Jiya placed one hand on his belt,
