So the story continues…
đź“ž Inside Her Room
Adya held the phone tightly.
Her voice was low.
"Hello…"
"Adu?! Are you okay? Where are you?"
Ridhima's worried voice came instantly.
"I'm fine," Adya replied calmly.
"I'm in Shivansh Rathore's mansion."
Silence.
Heavy.
"Adu… listen to me," Ridhi said urgently.
"Don't stay there."
Adya's brows furrowed slightly.
"Why?"
Anu's voice came this time—
"Someone is trying to find out… who the Mafia Queen is."
Adya froze.
Just for a second.
"Who?" she asked quietly.
"Shivansh Rathore."
⚡
Silence again.
Slowly—
Adya lowered the phone.
The confusion in her eyes disappeared.
Replaced by something else.
Calm.
Confidence.
Control.
"Let him try…"
Her voice was soft.
But dangerous.
"I'll come."
She ended the call.
Her gaze shifted toward the door.
A faint, unreadable smile appeared.
"Coming soon… Mr. Rathore."
Not fear.
Not hesitation.
A challenge.
🚪 Outside the Room
Adya stepped out quietly.
The mansion felt different now.
Colder.
Heavier.
She walked ahead—
Then stopped.
A door.
Slightly open.
Inside—
She saw him.
đź–¤ Inside the Room
Shivansh stood in front of a man.
Cold.
Still.
Ruthless.
The man trembled.
Fear clearly visible.
But Shivansh—
Looked completely unaffected.
Adya wasn't shocked.
She already knew who he was.
A Mafia King.
But then—
A mistake.
Her hand accidentally hit something.
A sharp sound echoed.
Silence.
Dead silence.
Adya's breath stopped.
Before anyone could react—
She moved.
Quickly.
Hiding behind the curtain.
Pressing herself against the wall.
Her heartbeat—
Loud.
Fast.
Uncontrollable.
She stayed still.
Not moving.
Not breathing.
But—
Too late.
⚡ He Noticed
Shivansh's eyes shifted instantly.
Toward the curtain.
He didn't move.
Didn't react immediately.
Just…
Watched.
Then—
"Come out."
His voice was low.
Controlled.
Deadly calm.
No escape.
Adya stepped out slowly.
đź–¤ Face to Face
His gaze locked onto hers.
Sharp.
Piercing.
"Why are you here?"
he asked coldly.
"I want to go home."
Her voice steady.
A pause.
"No."
His answer was immediate.
Final.
Adya's eyes didn't waver.
"You don't get to decide that."
For a moment—
Silence.
Then—
He stepped closer.
Too close.
"This is my mansion,"
he said quietly.
"And here…"
His voice dropped lower.
"Everything happens by my permission."
đź–¤
Adya held his gaze.
Fearless.
"Then maybe…"
A slight pause.
"You brought the wrong girl here."
A smirk appeared on Shivansh's lips.
"Or maybe…"
He leaned slightly closer.
"I brought the most dangerous one."
⚡🖤
Silence.
But not empty.
It was filled with tension.
Challenge.
And something neither of them understood yet.
✨ End of Chapter 5
To be continued…
đź“Ś End Note
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