Chapter 3: The Night He Claimed Me
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Three days. That's how long Vyan Singh Rathore let me breathe.
I thought the hallway incident was the end. I was an i***t.
Friday night. 11:47 PM. My phone buzzed.
Unknown Number: Look outside your window, village girl.
My hostel room was on the third floor. I crawled to the window, heart pounding.
A black Lamborghini was parked under the streetlight. Leaning against it was Vyan. Smoking. Looking up at my window like he owned it. Like he owned me.
My phone buzzed again.
Unknown Number: Come down. Now. Or I come up.
My roommate Priya was asleep. I couldn't risk her.
I typed back: What do you want?
Unknown Number: You. In my car. 60 seconds. Or I break down your hostel door.
He would. The psycho absolutely would.
I threw on a hoodie and snuck downstairs. The warden was asleep at the desk.
Outside, the Delhi night was cold. But Vyan was colder.
"Get in," he said, opening the passenger door. It wasn't a request.
"Vyan, please—"
"You have 3 seconds. 3... 2..."
I jumped in. The leather seat was warm. He was warm.
He got in, started the engine. The car roared to life. "Seatbelt."
I fumbled with it. He leaned over, his chest brushing mine, and clicked it for me. His cologne invaded my senses. "There. Wouldn't want you dying before I break you."
"Where are we going?" I whispered.
"Somewhere private." His eyes were on the road, but his hand landed on my thigh. "Somewhere I can hear you scream without interruptions."
I slapped his hand away. "Don't touch me!"
He laughed. Dark. Dangerous. "You started this, Niya. With that slap. You declared war."
The car sped through empty Delhi streets. We stopped at a farmhouse. Massive. Isolated. His name on the gate: RATHORE.
He dragged me inside. Into a bedroom. Threw me on the bed.
"Vyan, no—"
He caged me in, his knee between my legs. "Yes." His voice was rough. "You wanted to play with fire, village girl. Now you burn."
His mouth crashed onto mine. Not a kiss. A claim. Punishment and possession and something terrifying.
I should have pushed him away. I should have screamed.
Instead, I kissed him back.
And that's when I knew.
I wasn't just fighting Vyan Singh Rathore.
I was fighting myself.
A/N: OMG DID THAT JUST HAPPEN?! Vyan is OBSESSED! What happens next morning? Vote to find out! Add to library or Vyan will come for YOU next 😈 #Vote#
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