But he wasn't ready to listen to Aarohi.
Kabir stepped closer, locking his eyes with hers, a dark, unapologetic intensity in his gaze. "Now tell me," he said in a low, controlled voice, "how am I supposed to do nothing… when a girl as hot and beautiful as you is right here, with me, on my bed, sweetheart?"
Aarohi's chest tightened. Her heart was racing, every beat loud and frantic. She tried to resist, to pull away, but her wrists were bound by the belt. No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free.
Kabir's lips curved into a cold, certain smile. Not soft, not gentle ,it was a smile that sent a shiver down her spine. "There's no point struggling like this," he said calmly. "What I've decided… I will do. You won't be able to stop me. Stop wasting your energy and cooperate. It'll hurt less that way. And who knows… you might even start enjoying it."
His hand slid slowly, deliberately, along her waist. Every movement was possessive, claiming her body as his. Aarohi's pulse raced. Every touch, every movement made her tremble inside, paralyzed and trapped.
When she sensed his hand moving lower, toward a place she wasn't ready to confront, panic surged. Instinctively, she crossed her legs, trying to block him. "No… no, please… don't do this. Please stop…" she whispered, her voice quivering.
The room was heavy with tension. Her fear collided with his dangerous, unyielding control. But Kabir didn't listen.
He had completely overpowered her now. His presence dominated every inch of the space between them. When his hand moved lower, crossing the boundary she had tried to guard, he paused only briefly before smiling at her, slow and deliberate.
Aarohi shook her head, refusing him, helplessly. She tried to push him away, but her strength was nothing against his. Kabir leaned closer, reducing the distance between them, and pressed his lips against hers.
The kiss wasn't gentle , it carried dominance, obsession, and control. Aarohi writhed, trying to escape, but he refused to release her.
She saw madness in Kabir's eyes and shut her own tightly. The way he pulled and sucked at her lower lip made her realize she couldn't stop him no matter how much she tried.
Slowly, she stopped struggling, surrendering to the dark, suffocating control that held her captive.
Kabir noticed her stillness and smiled. He eased his hold on her lips and moved closer to her neck, brushing his nose against her neck "That's my girl. This is what I wanted. You understand me so well, sweetheart."
After saying that, his hand moved lower part , tracing slow, deliberate circles. His control over her was absolute. Aarohi felt the heat of his touch, the intensity, the dominance. Her heart raced.
This was the first time any man had been this close, and the realization made her body tremble.
In a whisper, barely audible, she murmured, "Please, God… save me from this monster."
Kabir leaned close to her ear, his voice dark but calm. "There's no need for so many tears. I've only just started, sweetheart. The whole night is still ahead."
His hands remained possessive, one restraining her while the other moved slowly over her body.
Aarohi's entire body trembled violently under his grip. Every movement was calculated, deliberate, obsessive.
Then, a loud siren blared from outside the room. Kabir froze mid-motion. Aarohi, still trembling, watched him. He quickly stood, wiped his hands on a tissue, put on his shirt, and left the room.
Aarohi exhaled sharply, relief washing over her. She freed herself from the restraints, fixed her clothes, and wiped away her tears. "Thank God… thank God I was saved from that monster. I have to get out of here… if I stay… who knows what he might do next," she whispered, shivering.
She stepped off the bed, scanning the room desperately. Every corner felt foreign, every shadow threatening. She didn't know where she was, not even vaguely.
Cautiously, she moved toward the door. Pushing it open, she realized she was on the first floor. Below, a massive hall stretched out, dimly lit and silent. Kabir sat on a huge sofa, composed, calm, yet radiating a deadly control that made her chest tighten.
His presence alone was suffocating, every shadow around him amplifying the danger. Every inch of him radiated dominance and obsession. Aarohi's breath caught. She had never felt fear like this before a fear that froze her in place while making her pulse race uncontrollably.
Her mind raced. Escape. Hide. Anywhere. But every instinct told her that even the smallest move would be noticed. The hall felt like enemy territory, with him waiting patiently, watching, assessing.
Kabir's gaze swept over her. Every tremor, every twitch, was cataloged, noted. She was the prey. He was the predator. The predator who controlled every moment, every movement, every heartbeat in that hall.
Aarohi's hands shook as she gripped the doorframe, trying to steady herself. She realized she wasn't just fighting physical danger ,, she was facing his presence, a force that bent the space around her.
The hall below stretched wide, empty except for him. He sat like a king surveying his domain, calm yet lethal, obsession radiating from him in waves. Aarohi's pulse pounded in her ears. She wasn't just afraid of him ,she felt the weight of his obsession pressing down on her.
Every shadow, every step, every breath she took was under his unseen control. Even though he wasn't moving yet, the hall felt like a cage. And she knew, deep down, there was no escaping him so easily.
She crept closer to the staircase, hiding behind the railing, peering down. Kabir remained seated, calm, composed, yet every inch of him screamed danger. Aarohi's chest tightened. She had never been hunted like this before every instinct screamed for her to run, yet every sense screamed that there was no safe place.
Her body shook, her mind raced. One wrong move, and he would see her. One misstep, and the predator would strike. And she understood he wasn't just a man. He was obsession incarnate, a dark, unstoppable force.
Her pulse thumped violently. Every shadow seemed to lean toward him, amplifying his power, amplifying her fear. She knew she was trapped, in more ways than one. The physical distance didn't matter. The emotional, psychological control he exerted was absolute.
And in that hall, with shadows clinging to him, Kabir remained calm, poised, lethal. Aarohi could only breathe shallowly, each breath a reminder of the predator waiting below, her every move under his dark, obsessive gaze....
To be continue...