Author's POV 🦋 :
For two nights straight, he hadn't said a word. No orders. No warnings. No kills.
But everyone could feel it—something was building.
The storm wasn't over.
It was waiting.
At precisely 3:00 AM, the doors to the war room flew open. A gust of cold wind followed.
And then he walked in.
Veer Agnihotri.
Black shirt again. Same lion walk. But this time... he wasn't calm.
He was starving.
He stood in the center of the room, hands in his pockets, his presence pulling every ounce of air out of the lungs around him.
No one moved.
The guards. The men. The lieutenants. All stood in lines, heads lowered like schoolboys caught lying to a god.
And then—
Veer's voice, low but sharp as a blade:
"I want the girl. The one who left that scent behind. I want her name. I want her blood group. I want her fucking shoe size."
Guard : "S-sir... she left no trace... just the scent.... nothing in the system...—"
Before he could finish, Veer's boots echoed on the floor.
One step.
Two.
Three.
SLAM.
The man's back hit the pillar, and before he could fall, Veer's hand was already pressing on his chest—calmly, like a lion patting its prey before the kill.
Veer : "I don't like to repeat myself" kya kaha mene suna nahi kya tune?
The man gasped, nodded violently.
Guard : "Y-yes sir. We'll search again. Every street. Every shadow. Every scent—"
Veer let him drop.
He took slow steps, hands tucked in pockets, calm like a beast planning slaughter.
Then, in a voice cold enough to freeze fire—
Veer : "Agar uski khushboo wapas na aayi..."
He leaned slightly forward.
Veer : "...toh tum mein se kisi ki saans bhi wapas nahi aayegi⚡."
And just like that—no one dared blink.
Because when Veer Agnihotri commanded, even the shadows obeyed.
Siya's POV🌸
I wasn't supposed to be there... I had no idea where I was going. One wrong turn, and I ended up inside a mansion that screamed power and silence. The walls felt like they were watching me. Why did I walk in? Curiosity? Fate? I don't know. But the moment I stepped in, I felt like something bigger than me had already noticed.
I remember the curtains, the cold floor under my feet, the air... and that terrifying silence. I thought I was alone—until I heard footsteps. Heavy. Dominant. Slow. Like every step owned the ground. I panicked. Hid behind a curtain, holding my breath, praying he wouldn't find me.
But he didn't have to see me. My perfume betrayed me.
The breeze carried my scent to him.
And he stopped... like time froze.
I couldn't see his face, but I could feel his presence. It was wild, dangerous... yet oddly calm.
That's when I ran.
I don't know how, but the mansion that should've been crawling with guards... was empty. I got out. Barely. My heart still races when I think about that moment.
(Late Evening, at Home)
After that strange incident in his mansion, I didn't feel like talking. My room felt safer, quieter—far from questions, far from reality. Maa called me thrice for dinner, but I refused each time... saying I wasn't hungry. Which was a lie, of course.
A gentle knock came at my door. Only one person in this house knocks like that.
"Siya?"
Ashvik bhaiya's voice.
I opened the door slowly, trying to smile like everything was fine.
He didn't say much—just walked in, sat on the bed, and looked at me like he could read every inch of my silence.
Ashvik (teasing):
"Hmm... toh kya hua aaj? Gilhari ne khana kyun nahi khaya? Neeche sab tujhe dhoond rahe the."
I fumbled mentally for an excuse. Something stupid like "I have a headache" or "I'm on a diet." But before I could even begin...
Ashvik (softly, interrupting):
"Ab tak theek se jhooth bolna nahi seekha na? Chup kar... sab samajh jaata hoon main. You're lying, Siya."
That broke something inside me. Not in a bad way—more like the way an older brother always knows when to show up right before you fall.
He smiled and reached into his bag.
Ashvik:
"Ye le. Tera favourite flavour laya hoon—Cookies & ice Cream. Nahi bolna hai toh mat bol... bas yaad rakh, I'm always here, okay?"
I stared at the tub of ice cream he placed in my hand... and then at him.
With teary eyes, a shaky smile, and a voice full of love, I whispered:
"Thank you, Bhaiyuuu... aap hi toh ho jo mujhe is ghar mein sabse zyada samajhte ho."
Veer's POV❤️🔥
I sat alone in the dark study now, curtains drawn, lights dim, the city blinking faintly outside the window.
No one dared to enter.
No one ever did.
My father left this empire in my hands at 19. Heart attack, they said. But truth is—he died fearing the world he created and the son he raised.
Mother? She left long before him. A woman too gentle for this blood-soaked surname.
Veer sat on the edge of his bed, elbows resting on his knees, eyes locked on nothing. The silence was loud, but his mind louder.
"Vihan... still a kid. Always asking questions, poking around like he'll fix me someday," he muttered under his breath, a ghost of a smirk brushing his lips. "And Kabir... that idiot never knows when to shut up. But somehow, without him, even my silence feels heavier."
He leaned back, staring at the ceiling.
"Two people who've seen me fall... and still stand beside me like I'm not broken."
Author's POV🦋
His days were predictable—wake, work, rule, repeat.
But today... something changed.
Veer Agnihotri—the man whose silence echoed louder than wars—was missing. Not physically, but from everything else.
Vihan, his younger brother, noticed it first.
Kabir, his childhood best friend, noticed next.
"Bhai ne pura din kaam nahi kiya. Bas apne room mein locked tha.., kahi bhai depressed to nai hein ?," Vihan whispered, brows furrowed.
"Mujhe toh lagta hai koi bhoot-waala scene hai," Kabir teased, trying to lighten the tension, "Warna Veer aur depression? Possible hi nahi.., kyuki Veer depression dene waalo mai se hai💀 vihan"
But behind that heavy wooden door, inside Veer's room—it wasn't distraction.
It was possession.
He sat on the edge of his bed, fingers lightly brushing the fabric of his shirt—still holding traces of her scent. The same scent that entered his world uninvited... and refused to leave.
RING—RING—RING
His phone buzzed.
Snapping out of the storm inside him, he picked up the call.
Veer (cold and commanding):
"Bol."
A stammering voice came from the other side.
Man (nervous):
"Sir ... woh maam ka naam aur address mil gaya hai."
Veer didn't blink. Didn't breathe. Something shifted inside him.
His eyes darkened.
His expression twisted into a slow, devilish smirk.
Veer (quietly):
"Naam?"
Man (softly):
"Siya... Siya Malhotra."
There was a pause.
Then his voice turned to pure threat.
Veer (warning tone):
Naam mil gaya na? To Ab izzat se bol.. "Siya ma'am" samjha? warna naam ke saath kafan bhi bhejna padega."
He cut the call.
Without another word, he stood up, rolled his sleeves, and walked toward the door.
As he opened it, Vihan stood there, leaning against the wall.
Vihan (smirking) : "Bhai... zameen hil gayi lagta hai. ,, kaun hai woh gilhari jisne aapka jungle hila diya?"
Veer shot him a glare that could silence thunder, but didn't respond.
Kabir peeked from behind.
Veer walked past them, ignoring everything, his aura crackling.
He got into the car.
Destination: Siya Malhotra✨🌸
Kabir, still processing Veer's unusual behavior, leaned back on the couch, rubbed his imaginary white beard, and in his best babu-moshaay tone declared dramatically:
Kabir (in old man's voice):
"mai bata raha hu vihaan ye bhooth ka hi scene hai"
Then, scratching his head like a confused cartoon character, he turned to Vihan with a dramatic frown.
Kabir (squinting):
"Par gilhari? Yeh kaun hai bhai? Gilhari?"
Vihan (trying not to laugh):
"Haan bhai... kisi ladki se baat kar raha tha. Usse 'maam' kehke bula raha tha..."
Kabir's eyes widened like he'd seen a ghost.
Kabir (screaming):
"MAAM??!!"
Vihan (nodding, totally serious):
"Haan bhai... maam!..,, lagta hai Veer se bhi upar post ka koi aagaya hai market mein. Ab dekhna padega bhai, aakhir hein kon wo gilhari!"kabir said
Both brothers sat for a second in mock-deep analysis, like solving a murder mystery.
And then—realization hit.
Veer walked past them silently, in full mafia mode, grabbing his coat.
Kabir (jumping to his feet):
"Oye VEER! Ruk! Mujhe bhi milna hai gilhari se! Ruk jaa bhai!"
Vihan (laughing):😂😂
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.
.
.
And just as the car door shut behind him, Kabir shouted—
Kabir (calling out):
"Oye Veer! Ruk jaa! Mujhe bhi milna hai uss gilhari se!"
But Veer..
.
He didn't stop.
He didn't smile.
And just like that... the hunt had begun.
To be continued...
💬 Author's Corner:🐿️
Phew! And that's a wrap for this chapter, my beautiful chaos lovers!
Veer is officially obsessed... Siya ran but destiny had other plans (and so do I 😈).
Also, Kabir deserves his own comedy show, right? 😂
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Until the next twist drops,
Stay dreamy, stay dramatic... and don't forget:
"Gilhari is running... but Veer is now wide awake."
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