Author's POV🦋
In the shadows of the night, where power walks louder than footsteps, the mansion stood silent. The air held an eerie stillness, like the calm before a thunderstorm.
No one dared to breathe louder. No one dared to move.
Because he had arrived.
VEER AGNIHOTRI❤️🔥
(28 years old)
The name that ruled cities. The man who ruled silence.
He was fire and fury. A storm wrapped in black.
He didn't speak too much.
He only spoke when it was needed-
And when he wanted to.🖤
His black shirt hugged his sculpted frame, the silver lion ring on his finger glinting under the grand chandelier. With every step he took, the air around him shifted. People didn't look him in the eye-they bowed without being told.
But tonight...
He was late.
And fate was ready to play its game.
Just as Veer entered the hallway, the wind pushed through the tall windows. Curtains danced wildly-and along with them came a soft, unfamiliar scent. A perfume.
But not the kind sold in stores.
This one smelled like peace.
Like innocence.
Like something he had long forgotten existed.
He stopped walking.
Closed his eyes.
And breathed in the trail that had been left behind.
A part of him froze-his mind quieted.
Just for a moment, he forgot he was the king of shadows.
But she was there.
SIYA MALHOTRA 🌸
She stepped inside, unknowingly.
The mansion was quiet.
Too quiet.
Wrapped in shadows. Dim lights flickered across the luxurious floor.
Silence had never felt this heavy.
Siya's brows furrowed.
"Yeh jagah... itni khaali kyun hai?"
She took a step... then another.
Suddenly-
Footsteps.
Sharp. Heavy.
Getting closer.
Siya's heart raced.
Without thinking, she hid behind a tall velvet curtain, barely breathing.
But...
He smelled her.
Even before he saw her.
Veer's eyes narrowed.
That scent-again.
That soft, wild fragrance he couldn't erase from his senses.
She was here.
Slowly, dangerously...
He walked straight to the curtain.
Like a predator drawn to its prey.
Inches apart.
The air shifted.
The wind blew.
The curtain flew.
And there she was.
Ocean-like eyes.
Wild. Pure. Terrified.
Veer froze.
His breath caught in his throat.
For the first time in years-he felt something.
Real. Powerful. Dangerous.
Her soft black anarkali fluttered around her feet.
And he was now inches away.
Siya panicked.
She pushed him aside with trembling hands, heart pounding, and ran.
But him?
He didn't follow.
He didn't speak.
But the room was too dim for him to see her face.
She panicked.
Her long hair swayed as she turned and ran-heartbeat loud, steps quicker than her thoughts.
The hallway that should've been full of guards was suddenly empty.
Because Veer had called everyone to his presence.
And unknowingly, he gave her the exit.
She ran.
Out the main door. Into the dark.
Free.
But Veer remained still.
He stood in the same spot, eyes closed, breathing in what she left behind.
Then...
He opened his eyes.
And something inside him had changed.
He walked toward the massive lion-carved throne. Hands slid into his pockets. Calm on the outside-dangerous on the inside.
The guards knelt as he passed.
He sat on the throne, and his voice cut through the room like a blade.
"Who was there?"
(Deep. Calm. But hot like fire.)
Everyone froze.
One guard dared to speak, his voice trembling:
"Sir... wo... wo ladki thi... bhaag gayi..."
Veer said nothing. But his jaw tightened.
His fingers curled against the lion throne.
Meanwhile...
Siya stood on the roadside, breathless, her heart still racing like it hadn't escaped danger but had just seen it for the first time.
She touched her chest lightly, recalling the moment behind the curtain. The air had changed. A presence had moved close. So close it felt like thunder without sound.
She hadn't seen him.
But her soul had sensed something terrifyingly beautiful.
"hey mahadev kon the wo log" ? bach gyi aaj to tu siya ki bachhi, pata nahi kis ke ghar mai ghus gayi thi she whispered to herself.
Unaware... that she had just become the obsession of a man who never chases-but now, would burn cities to find her.
.
.
.
Veer stood up slowly, sliding his hands into his pockets. His jaw tightened.
His voice, barely a whisper-yet sharp as a blade:
"Who was she...?"
The scent still lingered.
And so did the storm she left behind.
To be continued... 🔥
💬 Author's Corner:🐿️
Well... that escalated quickly 😅
From perfume to boom boom-Veer is already spiraling into obsession and he doesn't even know her name yet. Poor guy. Someone get him a scented candle till he finds her 😭🕯️
But hey, if you're reading this, you've just survived the first storm!
Thank you for being here-it means more than Veer saying "Who was she?" in slow motion 🔥
More drama, more danger, and maybe some butterflies coming in next chapter!
Until then-lock your perfume bottles. Veer might be nearby. 👀💣💞
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