Dangerous Billionaire

The Mark of Possession

The evening city stretched beneath Kabir Roy’s penthouse, lights sparkling across marble floors and glass walls, but nothing could cool the storm roiling within him. Rage simmered behind his steely eyes, agitation visible in every sharp movement of his flawlessly dressed frame. Even the tailored midnight suit clinging to his broad shoulders and the crisp white shirt couldn’t shield the raw impatience burning beneath his skin.

How dare she? This was the thought that echoed in his mind like a relentless drum. Shreya Gupta—defiant, stubborn, dangerously mesmerizing. She had looked him in the eye and said no, as if boys like him could ever be refused. Kabir Roy didn’t lose; more important, he refused to be challenged, least of all by a slip of a girl who didn’t yet grasp who he was.

Flashback:

Kabir paced the gleaming marble corridor of the college he now partly owned, the sun catching silver lines in his jet-black hair, his steps so deliberate they bordered on predatory. Beside him strode Arjun Khanna—friend, business partner, and ever-the-peacemaker. While Arjun’s easy charm was set off by the immaculate tailoring of his navy blazer, Kabir’s aura was more storm than summer. Each step radiated contained fury and anticipation.

They moved toward the garden venue, where Shikha—Arjun’s sister—waited surrounded by the flutter of students. Shreya stood nearby, and even from a distance, Kabir’s breath caught for a fraction of a second. She wore a powder-blue anarkali, delicate silver embroidery glinting like hidden stars across the fabric. Her rich brown eyes, framed by thick lashes, held both wariness and spirit; her tangled chestnut hair tumbled across her shoulders, softening the fine angles of her heart-shaped face. She looked carved from sunlight and secrets.

The conversation between Shikha and Shreya sent tension crackling down Kabir’s spine. He watched, hawk-like, as Shikha’s stare hardened and Shreya’s lips pressed into a thin line of carefully concealed disdain. Kabir could see the girl’s reluctance; he understood challenge when he saw it.

As they drew close, Arjun elbowed him with a smirk. “This one?” he teased under his breath, mischief shining in his eyes.

Kabir ignored him, his focus unblinking. He spoke quietly into his phone, the words nothing more than a breath: “Full background. One hour. No delays.”

As Arjun and Shikha exchanged pleasantries, Kabir’s gaze never left Shreya. He caught snatches of the conversation—enough to hear her declare independence, oblivious to the fact that destiny had begun to shift.

As she turned away, tension humming in her steps, Kabir followed at a discreet distance. He watched her hesitate, the nervous glide of her eyes searching the shaded walks—she sensed him. Clever girl. Hiding behind an arch, he saw her break into a run. He allowed himself a slow, wolfish smile. “You’ll never truly escape, angel,” he thought.

With the function delayed on his cue, Kabir retreated, his own plans whirring into motion as campus life carried on, innocent to the tangled web being spun.

The report arrived, short and precise as a gunshot:

Name: Shreya Gupta

Age: 20

Family: Orphan (Father: Rishi Gupta; Mother: Rashi Gupta)

Occupation: Student

Studies: College

Residence: Hostel

Relationship Status: Single

A slow, satisfied grin curved Kabir’s lips. She was untethered. For a man like him, that meant opportunity.

As dusk deepened, Kabir’s team watched Shreya slip away from her friends toward the city park. If he could have, he would have shadowed her himself—but old wounds demanded attention elsewhere.

Haider Maheshwari—once a friend, now a thorn—demanded a reckoning. Kabir’s temper flared hotter at the reminder. Haider’s interference had become costly, slowing shipments, stirring old rivalries, and now taking time he’d meant for Shreya.

Kabir snapped out orders with ice-cold authority to his most trusted men. “Is the place empty?”

“Yes, boss. The guards have rotated for lunch,” came the clipped reply.

“Blow it. Aryan, move.” Kabir’s tone was thunder without warning.

He watched as the condemned warehouse, now only Haider’s failed ambition, became a pyre in the city’s underbelly. Innocent lives were not his target—he’d always wait for the right moment, sparing bystanders before unleashing ruin.

No sooner had the flames receded than Kabir’s phone vibrated. The plan for Shreya’s abduction was in motion.

“Is the work done?” Kabir’s voice cut like steel.

“Yes, boss.”

“Bring her to the airport. I want her moved. No mistakes.”

“Understood.”

Kabir hung up, gazing out over the city’s lights, every muscle coiled, every breath purposeful. Shreya had refused, challenged his authority, laughed at the possibility that he could command her affections. But Kabir Roy never backed down. Now, the game had begun—and he would not lose.