Night Love

Chap':-2

The Debt of Darkness: Night Love

​Chapter 2: The Silent Predators

​The morning sun didn’t bring any warmth to Arura’s room. Instead, it brought a cold reality. She had sold her freedom to the man who was supposed to be her protector. Zayan had paid the bills, but his eyes last night had told her that he expected far more than gratitude in return.

​Arura sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers tracing the old wooden frame. She had to move to Zayan’s private wing today. He didn't ask; he commanded.

​"Arura! Are you still in there? Get out and help with the breakfast!"

​The shrill voice of her aunt, Momena, pierced through the door. Arura sighed, quickly wiping a stray tear. She stepped out into the small dining area, where her uncle, Kamal, was sipping tea, his eyes glued to a legal document.

​"The hospital called. They said the bills are cleared. Where did you get the money, girl?" Kamal asked, his voice sharp and suspicious. He didn't look happy that his sister-in-law was getting better; he looked annoyed.

​"Zayan... Zayan Bhaiya paid it," Arura whispered, keeping her head down.

​Kamal and Momena exchanged a quick, dark look. Arura didn't see the smirk that danced on her aunt's lips.

​"Oh, Zayan did, did he?" Momena sneered, stepping closer to Arura. "He’s always had a soft spot for you, hasn't he? Or maybe he just knows something we don't. Tell me, Arura, did your father leave any secret papers? Any documents about the old estate in the village?"

​Arura looked up, confused. "Estate? My father left us with nothing but debt, Auntie. You know that. We’ve been living on Zayan’s mercy since the accident."

​"Mercy? Hah!" Kamal slammed the table. "There is no such thing as mercy in this family. If Zayan is spending thousands on your mother, he’s definitely hiding something. That old mansion in Sylhet... it belongs to us by right. If your father made some secret deal before he died, you better tell us."

​Arura felt a chill. She knew her relatives were greedy, but the hunger in their eyes today was terrifying. They weren't just looking for money; they were looking for a way to destroy her.

​"I don't know anything about a mansion," Arura said firmly, though her heart was racing. "Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to pack. Zayan Bhaiya wants me to move to the north wing."

​Momena’s face turned pale with envy. The north wing was the most luxurious part of the house, where Zayan lived in complete privacy. "The north wing? Since when does a stepsister get such privileges?"

​"Since she became my responsibility."

​The deep, commanding voice of Zayan echoed from the doorway. He was dressed in a sharp charcoal suit, looking every bit the ruthless businessman he was. His presence immediately silenced the room.

​Kamal stood up, trying to hide the legal papers behind his back. "Zayan, we were just... we were just concerned about Arura’s future."

​Zayan walked into the room, his gaze never leaving Arura. He ignored his uncle completely. He stopped in front of Arura, his shadow towering over her. "Are you ready?"

​"I... I just need a few more minutes," she stammered.

​Zayan reached out, his hand gripping her chin with a firm, possessive touch. He tilted her face up so she had to look into his dark, swirling eyes. "I don't like waiting, Arura. I told you—everything belongs to me now. Including your time."

​Arura’s breath hitched. She could see Kamal and Momena watching them with wide eyes. The tension in the room was thick. Zayan didn't care about their presence; it was as if he wanted them to see that she was his.

​"Take her bags to the north wing," Zayan ordered a servant who had followed him. Then he turned back to Kamal. "And Uncle... don't let me catch you digging through my father's old files again. What's mine stays mine. And what belongs to Arura... well, that’s also mine now."

​He led Arura out of the room, his hand resting heavily on the small of her back. As they walked away, Arura could feel her uncle’s hateful gaze burning into her.

​Inside the north wing, the atmosphere was different. It was quiet, expensive, and felt like a beautiful prison. Zayan led her to a large room decorated in shades of grey and gold.

​"This is yours," he said, closing the door behind them. The click of the lock sent a jolt of fear through her.

​"Zayan... why are you doing this? Why the north wing? Why the secrets from Uncle Kamal?" Arura asked, her voice trembling.

​Zayan walked toward her, his footsteps silent on the thick carpet. He stopped inches away, his aura overwhelming her. "Because, Arura, the world is full of wolves. Your uncle, your aunt... they would tear you apart for a piece of land they don't even own. You’re too innocent to see the game being played."

​"And you? Are you not a wolf?" she asked bravely, looking into his eyes.

​Zayan leaned down, his lips ghosting over her forehead. "I am the wolf that protects what is his. But remember, little bird... even a protector can be a predator."

​He left the room without another word, leaving Arura alone in the golden cage. She sat by the window, looking out at the gardens. She felt like a pawn in a game she didn't understand. Between her greedy relatives and her obsessive step-brother, she was trapped.

​Little did she know, Kamal was already making a phone call. "Find out about the girl's inheritance. If Zayan thinks he can keep her and the property to himself, he’s wrong. We’ll use the secret against him... and her."

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