Chapter 3 : A 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙇𝙔 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂🖤

Author's POV 🐿️ :

The black SUV sliced through the streets like a beast on a mission.Veer sat behind the wheel, jaw clenched, silence heavy.Beside him, But Kabir? Full-on chatterbox mode activate.

Kabir (grinning):"Bhai... waise yeh gilhari hai kaun?"

Veer didn't respond.

Kabir (softly):"Ek baat bata... bina perfume ka naam jaane tune sabko uski khushboo dhoondhne bhej diya? Woh bhi Delhi bhar mein?"Veer didn't even look at him.

"Waise dikhti kaisi hai yeh gilhari? Cute ya mute?""Ya dono? Tere type wali, khatarnaak!"That's when Veer turned, slow and steady but didn't respond.

But Kabir couldn't help the next one.

Kabir : "Bhai... gilhari ki photo toh dikha de?"Another death stare.

This one with a slow exhale from Veer.

Kabir (chup ho kar muttering):"Bas poochha hi tha..." 😶

They reached the office . 

As Veer stepped out, employees froze mid-task. Conversations died. Everyone stood in silence — ,hearts pounding.Employees froze. Spines straightened. Heads bowed.

The air changed.Terror had arrived.The aura he carried wasn't loud.It was lethal... silent like a knife.

Kabir (whispering):"Yeh toh sach mein walking Dead movie hai... sabke chehre  par khauf hai bas."

Veer didn't look at anyone.He walked straight to his private cabinet — a fortress of steel,glass, and secrets.Inside the Cabinet:

He threw his coat on the chair, sat down like a king settling on his throne.

He opened his laptop.Screens lit up — data pouring in.Laptop screen lit up—

📍 Address

📚 College: St. Xavier's

👨‍👩‍👦 Family:

Name : Siya Malhotra

Father: Anand Malhotra

Mother: Sandhya Malhotra

Brother: Ashvik Malhotra

Kabir peered from behind.

Kabir (teasing):"Oh Malhotra family. Bhai, yeh toh rishtedaar vibe aa rahi hai.(mischievous wink)"Gil-hari se toh direct Malhotra ji ki beti ban gayi."(chuckling)

Kabir (peeking over his shoulder):"Ab toh rishta bhejne ki der hai bas."

"Waise ek baat puchu?""Tu gundo ko dhoondhte dhoondhte ladki ke perfume pr kaha se aagya??"

Veer's death stare made Kabir shut up like someone hit mute.

Kabir: "Bas kar diya bhai... mute ho gaya."

Veer leans backHe leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes briefly.Ceiling fan spinning slowly. Silence.Suddenly, from outside the cabin, a voice echoed—one guard — foolish, unaware, or just plain unlucky — whispered with a disgusting smirk,just then Veer heard a security guard laugh and say:

Guard (laughing): "Us ladki ka naam Siya hai na... kya item  lagti hai yr wo..."The sentence had barely left his mouth—

BANG.

A fist. Not a bullet. Not yet.Veer appeared out of nowhere, like a storm in human form.

One punch.

The guard flew back.

Second. Blood spilled from his nose.

Third. Fourth. Fifth.

Veer didn't stop."Saale teri itni himmat ho gayi haan?" Veer roared, smashing his fist again into the man's face, The guard collapsed, motionless, barely breathing.Veer stood over him. Breathing heavy.Then,

BANG.

BANG.

BANG.

Three clean gunshots to the chest. Blood splattered across the marble floor. A gasp escaped from those watching. Fear turned into paralyzing horror.Veer's hands were soaked in red.He turned slowly, eyes scanning everyone in the room like a wolf among sheep.

The floor was still painted red with blood.Silence wrapped the corridor like a tight noose.

Everyone stood frozen.

Breathless.

One of the guards, pale and trembling, stepped forward with shaking legs.

Guard (nervously):

The other guard, trembling uncontrollably, in a barely audible, shaky voice said : "Sorry, sir... wo naya tha, usse zyada kuch pata nh..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Veer's icy death stare pinned him down like a sharp dagger. The entire room seemed to freeze. Veer's gaze bored into him with chilling silence, and then,

Veer turned.

His eyes.

Black.

Sharp.

Lethal.

A pure death stare.

Veer (in a bone-chilling low tone):

"This was just a small warning for all of you..."

"But the next one who makes the same mistake..."

He stepped forward — slowly. Deliberately.

"...won't even get the chance for a warning."

"Yahin zinda jala dunga!!..."Silence.

Then Veer pointed at another trembling guard.

"Eh tu! Idhar aa."The man nearly tripped over himself as he stumbled forward.Veer's eyes locked onto him.

"Naam kya hai siya ka?"The guard swallowed hard. Lips quivering.

"m... ma'am..."

Veer smirked — that dangerous, spine-chilling smirk.

He turned away, walking off like a lion leaving a slaughtered prey behind.Kabir, still rooted at the back, his face pale, finally followed.Eyes wide, voice low, he whispered to himself,

Kabir : " yeh ho kya raha hai bhai koi to batao😦.

Inside Veer's Private Bathroom – The Mafia's Lair

The sound of water echoed in the dimly lit, marble-lined bathroom. Veer stood under the running shower, fully clothed—black shirt drenched, hair slicked back, jaw clenched.Water trickled down his face, masking the storm in his mind.His fingers raked back his hair as he stared into the mirror, water droplets cascading off his scarred knuckles.In a low murmur, barely above a whisper, he spoke to his reflection.

Who are you...?" he murmured under his breath, eyes shut tightly.

"Kyu tumhari aankhein baar-baar mere chehre ke samne aakar mujhe bechain kar rahin hein...?"

His voice trembled, almost as if he hated admitting it.

"why did I feel like setting the whole world on fire the moment that guy spoke about you like that?"

He dragged his fingers through his wet hair, frustrated—torn between the man he's been and the chaos she is creating within him.

Meanwhile – At the Malhotra Residence :

Sunlight touched Siya's room with warmth.She stood in front of her mirror, brushing her hair, humming softly. There was peace in her smile—the kind that comes after hugging someone you love.She wore a pastel blue kurta, her face glowing with simplicity and grace.

Ashvik (calling out): "Siya! Breakfast's getting cold!"Siya (smiling): "Coming, bhai!"

She jogged down the stairs, her dupatta flying behind her like a breeze. There was no fear in her heart today. No confusion. Siya sat at the dining table, her smile as soft as the morning sunlight. Her mother placed a plate in front of her—two hot aloo parathas, a tall glass of lassi, and a bowl of fresh fruit salad.Siya made a cute pout,

Siya: "Maaaa... bhookh nahi hai, thoda sa do na bas..."

Her mother gave her a strict look and pointed to the plate

.Maa: "Chup-chaap kha le. Dekh kaise kamzor hoti ja rahi hai tu! Ashvik beta, jab tak ye sab finish na kare, isse college jaane mat dena."Siya turned to her brother with big, hopeful eyes, silently begging for rescue. But Ashvik only smirked and folded his arms.

Ashvik: "Kya? Maa bilkul sahi keh rahi hai. Main kuch nahi bolne wala, bhyiii."Siya scrunched her nose and sighed,

Siya: "Fine... kha lungi main!"

She started eating with exaggerated annoyance, stuffing a bite with a dramatic flair.Midway through the breakfast, her father, flipping the newspaper, asked without looking up,

Papa: "So Siya, how's your college going? Everything okay?"She instantly brightened up and nodded.

Siya: "Yes, Papa! Padhai achhi chal rahi hai. Kal hi ma'am ne meri presentation ko poori class ke saamne appreciate kiya!"

But her joy was short-lived.

Her father finally looked at her and spoke in a low, unimpressed tone.

Papa: "Achha kiya hai... but you could've done better. Thoda aur focus karo, Siya."That sentence stung.Her smile faded, and the sparkle in her eyes dimmed. She looked down at her plate quietly, appetite vanishing with those few bitter words.

Just then, Ashvik gently placed a hand on her shoulder. When she looked up, he gave her a soft, proud smile that said everything without a word.

Ashvik: (softly, with pride) "I'm proud of you, gilhari."And just like that, Siya smiled again—grateful, reassured, and full of love for the only person who never failed to understand her.

Ashvik glanced at his watch while sipping chai.

Ashvik: "Siya... tu late ho rahi hai. Jaldi kar college ke liye."

Siya (grinning): "Arey haan bhaiyu... ruk jao, bag leke aayi!"

Ashvik shook his head with a soft chuckle and grabbed his car keys from the counter.Siya bounced down with her bag, her braid swinging behind her.They stepped out—sunlight warm, air calm, the world so... normal.She sat in the front seat beside him. Like always.

Ashvik (While driving) : "Toh presentation ke liye gilhari ko appreciate kiya gaya hai, hmm? Toh choti si treat toh banti hai na fir?"

The moment those words left her brother's mouth, Siya's face lit up like a lamp.Her eyes sparkled, her mouth opened in surprise and joy—like a child being promised candy after a long day.

Siya: "Sachhi bhaiyu? Aap chaloge?"But just as the excitement reached her eyes, it paused. A flicker of doubt replaced the joy as she remembered.He always said he was busy... deadlines... work calls... laptop open till late night.

She looked down for a moment and then hesitantly asked,

Siya: "Par bhaiyu... aapka kaam?"Ashvik smiled softly, placing his cup down. He reached out to gently tap her forehead with a knuckle.

Ashvik: "Haan baba, koi kaam nahi hai. Free hoon aaj poora. Okay?"

She gasped like someone had gifted her the moon.

Siya: (excitedly) "Thankuuuu bhaiyuuuu!"She half-jumped in her chair, her eyes twinkling like fairy lights, all sadness from before erased instantly.

Her brother just chuckled at her dramatic happiness.

Ashvik (teasing): "Bas bas,

And she did—with a smile that reached all the way to her heart.

Ashvik "College ke baad seedha ghar aana maaa worry kartin hai.

"Siya: "Haan bhaiyu, no detours. Pinky promise!"

They reached the college gates. Students bustled around in colorful energy.

Ashvik (smiling): "Bbbye Siya!

"Siya (laughing): "Bbyee bhaiyu!"She waved and disappeared into the crowd.

Scene: Inside College – Light & Laughter

Siya spotted her best friend waiting near the main entrance.

Shivi: "Oye heroine! Finally!

"Siya (giggles): "Tu bhi na... late nahi hoon main!"The girls walked toward class, chattering about chai, teachers, and that new guy in their literature group.

Siya laughed freely—zindagi ke ek safe bubble mein.

Unaware.

Completely unaware.

That just miles away, someone's blood was soaking the floor.And 

all because...Because a man dared to talk about her...and say filthy things.And for that.

Veer turned into death itself.

.

.

.

"He hasn't even seen her face yet''...

And look at him—already turning into a deadly storm for her🍃.

God save the worle...when Veer finally meets his "little storm"✨ face to face.

Because obsession toh trailer tha⚡...

The real madness hasn't even begun. 🖤

🌸✨ Author's Corner ✨🌸

 Helloooo my lovely readers! 💕

Aaj ka chapter kaisa laga? 

Ab socho jab Siya saamne aayegi, tab kya hoga? 

😳Gilhari abhi apne duniyaa mein chill maar rahi hai aur yeh banda pura mafia mood mein obsessed ho chuka hai.

Aur bhai... God save the world jab yeh dono face-to-face milenge!

Because right now he's burning without even seeing her...

Imagine the fire when she smiles. 😏🔥

💌 Tell me in the comments:

 😍And if you also want Ashvik Bhaiyu in your life, raise your hands! ✋😂

Your Vote and comments = my motivation booster 💖

Milte hai next update mein...Until then

 —"Picture abhi baaki hai, gilhari." 😌🐿️🖤