The office had always feared Kabir Rathod.
That day, it learned why.
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Aara felt it the moment she stepped onto the floor—eyes on her, whispers trailing behind her like shadows. The atmosphere around her had changed again, thicker, sharper.
She tried to ignore it and walked toward her desk.
That's when she saw Rohan.
He stood near the coffee machine, hesitant, almost nervous. When their eyes met, he gave a small, polite smile.
"Good morning," he said.
"Morning," Aara replied softly.
They spoke for barely two minutes—about work files, deadlines, nothing personal.
But it was enough.
From his glass-walled cabin, Kabir Rathod watched.
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Something twisted violently inside him.
It wasn't jealousy anymore.
It was possession.
Kabir's jaw tightened as memories flooded back—his warning, Rohan's fear, his own loss of control.
He stood abruptly.
Every movement in the office froze.
When Kabir Rathod walked out of his cabin, silence followed him like a command.
"Aara," he said calmly.
She stiffened.
"Yes, sir?"
"Come with me."
Not a request.
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Inside the conference room, the air felt thin.
"You were asked to keep distance," Kabir said, voice low.
Aara frowned. "Sir, we were discussing work."
Kabir stepped closer.
"I don't repeat myself."
Fear crept into her chest.
"Why does it matter who I talk to?" she asked quietly.
Kabir stopped.
Because he couldn't answer without revealing everything.
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That afternoon, it happened.
Two senior female employees—resentment sharp in their eyes—cornered Aara near the storage room.
"So this is how interns rise fast," one sneered.
Before Aara could react, a hand shoved her hard.
She stumbled, hitting the metal shelf.
Pain exploded through her arm.
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Kabir heard the scream.
And the world tilted.
He reached the storage room in seconds.
"What are you doing?" his voice thundered.
The women froze.
Kabir's eyes were dark, merciless.
"Get out."
They fled.
Kabir knelt beside Aara, hands hovering—not touching.
"Who did this?"
She shook her head, trembling.
"It's fine," she whispered.
It wasn't.
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Medical staff were called.
HR panicked.
The office buzzed.
And Kabir Rathod stood like a storm held barely in place.
That evening, the women were terminated.
No explanations.
No mercy.
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Aara sat in the infirmary, shaken.
Kabir entered quietly.
"You should stay home tomorrow," he said.
She looked at him—really looked.
"You scare me," she admitted.
Kabir's breath hitched.
"I would never hurt you."
"That's what scares me," she replied.
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That night, Kabir returned to his other world.
Dark rooms.
Silent men.
One order.
"Anyone who touches her—ends."
No one questioned him.
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Across the city, Aara lay awake, pain dull but fear sharp.
Kabir's voice echoed in her mind.
His eyes.
His rage.
She realized something terrifying.
Kabir Rathod didn't just like her.
He was obsessed.
And obsession didn't protect.
It consumed.
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Kabir stood alone later, blood on his knuckles—not from the office.
He stared at his reflection.
"This is love," he told himself.
But deep down, he knew the truth.
Love didn't demand fear.
Obsession did.