“We’re here,” Grayson stated.

I looked around and froze.

There.

A figure in the distance, running.

Oh, I just returned to India and Kanha, you really outdid yourself with this welcome gift.

But... why does he still look so fine? It’s infuriating. Honestly, someone should arrest him. It should be illegal to look this hot all the time.

Pushing my lust-fueled rage aside, I stepped out of the car and removed my shades. First things first—there’s a meeting I have to attend before I hunt down the only man I’ve ever really wanted.

“His existence alone makes me wanna commit all seven sins at once,” I muttered under my breath.

“Stop it, Vanya. What the hell is wrong with you? You’re a business tycoon—the most feared one alive—and you’re acting like some schoolgirl with a crush,” I scolded myself internally.

“This way, boss,” Grayson said, pulling me back to reality.

Inside, Mr. Sharma greeted me with a polite-smile. “Welcome, Miss Rathore.”

“Anytime, Mr. Sharma,” I replied, shaking his hand. He led me to the conference room. The meeting began.

And just like that—blur.

I was physically present, but mentally I was back with him. That man—the only one with the audacity to ignore me.

And I hate him for it.

No. I hate myself more… for still being so dangerously obsessed with him.

God, this man will be the death of me. And if he wants to strangle me with those divine hands, I’ll thank him.

As the meeting ended, I headed toward the cafeteria. I don’t drink coffee. Or touch anything which is not made by my personal chefs.

But for him? I’d drink poison and call it wine.

And guess what fate decided?

We crashed.

Literally.

I slammed into him, and we fell—him on top of me. His hand protected the back of my head from hitting the floor. So caring, even while being completely unaware of what he does to me.

Those whiskey eyes stared into mine, and time stilled.

My hands gripped his uniform shirt as I stared up at him like a possessed soul finally seeing light.

I forgot how to breathe. I forgot my name. And damn, I forgot I was supposed to be mad at him.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice melting into my skin like sin itself.

I nodded. Words had abandoned me.

He helped me to my feet, still scanning me for injuries. I just stared, helpless.

“You are such a trouble,” he muttered, shaking his head.

“Yeah,” I said, smirking, “but I’m the kind of trouble you take home and tie to your bed.”

His reaction? Immediate color change. A pink flush climbing his neck. He blushed.

Ah, my favorite version of him—shy and adorable. That shade looks better on him than any designer could ever craft.

“Who are you to talk to me like that?” he snapped suddenly. “And stay away from me. I’m engaged.”

Engaged.

And just like that, my smile vanished.

Who am I?

He really doesn't remember?

After all this time?

Before I could react, he brushed past me. I grabbed his arm.

“Make me coffee,” I said, keeping my tone playful, masking the storm inside me.

He sighed but led me to the cafeteria. While he made the coffee, I leaned against the wall, just watching him.

God, I’ll never love anyone the way I love him. Even when he's being an asshole. Especially when he’s being an asshole.

And this supposed fiancée? Don’t worry, baby. I’ll erase her from existence without breaking a sweat.

“Stop staring,” he snapped.

Ugh. That cold wall again. I hate it. But no wall is strong enough to keep me out.

“Can’t help it when it’s you,” I smirked. “You look like a Greek God—of course I’m staring.”

His ears turned red. Oh, darling, you really make it too easy.

“Y-Your coffee,” he stammered, handing it to me, then walked away without even glancing back.

So he can stutter. And I used to think he only knew how to shatter hearts. Mine was shattered the day he walked into my life.

I took a sip of the coffee.

“Perfect,” I whispered. “Just like you.”

---

I was walking toward my car when I heard an irritatingly familiar voice.

“Vanya.”

Of course. Raghav.

I turned with a practiced fake smile. My real one died years ago—buried with every broken promise he made.

“What do you want, Raghav?”

“Um, I got you chocolates,” he said awkwardly, holding out a box. “The ones you like.”

I chuckled.

Fool.

Did he really think a box of chocolates could fix twenty-four years of abandonment? Of silence? Of screaming into the void for someone who never came?

I took the box.

And threw it in the dustbin. Right in front of him. No hesitation. No apology. Just… justice.

His face fell.

Good.

Grayson opened the car door, and I stepped in without a backward glance.

“I want someone,” I said.

“For tonight?”

I smirked darkly.

“For tonight.”

“I’ll talk to the Prime Minister,” Grayson said without blinking.

He knows me too well.

---

I was searching for Raghav to hand him some files, but my steps froze when I saw him standing near the dustbin… pulling out a box of chocolates.

Wait.

Is he… crying?

“Raghav?” I called softly.

He quickly wiped his tears and looked away.

“W-What?” he said, voice trembling.

“Look at me.”

“No… I-I can’t.”

I didn’t wait. I stepped in front of him and pulled him into a hug.

And just like that, he broke. Shattered in my arms.

I always knew Raghav was strong—maybe stronger than most—but I also knew he was hiding something behind that charming smile and those sarcastic comebacks. Something deep. Something that’s been eating at him for a long time.

“What’s wrong, Raghav?” I asked gently, rubbing his back.

“She… she hates me, Vihaan,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “She hates me.”

“Who?” I asked, even though I already had a sick feeling I knew.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I-I can’t tell you. If she finds out I told you, she’ll hate me even more… and I can’t handle that.”

I sighed. “Fine. If that’s what you want. But let’s go get something to eat. We have so much of work waiting for us.”

He nodded, and we walked off together.

---

As we sat down to eat, I tried to keep my focus on the food, the files, anything but the storm inside me.

But my mind betrayed me.

Vanya.

My troublemaker. My personal chaos.

I’d been so cold to her earlier. Distant. Cruel, even. Not because I wanted to hurt her… but because I didn’t know how to process what I was feeling. It had been so long since I’d seen her. And suddenly, there she was. Right in front of me. Looking like sin dressed in power, flirting like she owned me—and maybe she did.

She does.

How can she be both this wildly silly and the most powerful woman I know?

When we fell, the way she stared at me—those stormy grey eyes locked onto mine—it wasn’t just a look. It was a goddamn war declaration. She gripped my shirt like I was oxygen and she was drowning.

I remember how fast I moved my hand under her head. Of course I did. I could never let her get hurt.

Not on my watch.

Never on my watch.

And I’ll make her mine.

Soon.

No matter who stands in my way.

I’m done pretending I don’t feel this way.

She’s mine.

And soon, the whole world will know it.

Ever since I first saw her, my entire world tilted. My universe started spinning around her and never stopped. And no, this isn’t some romantic fantasy crap. This is real. I can’t breathe right without her.

Ican’t exist without her.

---

After lunch, I returned to my cabin and started going through some files.

My phone buzzed.

Mom.

Great.

I ignored it.

It buzzed again.

And again.

The fifth time, I picked it up in pure irritation.

“What do you want?” I said, coldly.

“Son… will you come home this time?”

“No. I have work.”

“It’s your brother’s wedding. How can we celebrate without you?”

I hung up.

I didn’t want to hear another word.

I threw the phone on the desk, rage simmering under my skin.

Then… buzz.

A text.

I picked it up, eyes narrowing.

“This is your brother’s fiancée.”

There was a photo attached.

My heart stopped.

No. No no no—

Vanya.

My Vanya.

My eyes darkened instantly, vision blurring at the edges with pure fury.

So that’s her game.

My mother wants to play?

Let me remind her who taught me the rules.

Why is it that every time I find something—someone—that makes my darkness bearable, she tries to take it from me? Why does she always have to ruin the few good things left in my life?

Not this time.

She won't snatch her away from me. Not Vanya.

I won’t be the selfless Vihaan anymore. That version of me is dead.

She’s mine.

And nothing—not blood, not fate, not even God—will take her from me.

---

"Ahh! F-Faster ple-please" I whimpered gripping the sheets beneath me so tightly that my knuckles turned white,my back arching off the bed.

"V-Vihaan f-faster,I want it r-rough please" a knock jolted me out of my fantasy.

I turned of the vibrator and pulled it out throwing it across the room in anger while catching my breath.

"YOU CAN NOT HAVE A FIANCE DO YOU HEAR ME" I shouted to no one throwing whatever comes in my hand, the knock came again.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT" I shouted angrily

The knock came again making me angrier.

My stupid brain totally forgetting that my bedroom is sound proof

After fixing my hair,face and outfit I went and opened the door.

"What is it Gray?" I asked,irritated.

"I've talked to the Prime Minister,he's in the basement."

"I'll be there in five." I said closing the door"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH" I shouted on top of my lungs slamming my fist on the nearest wall

"Vihaan अगर तुम मेरे नहीं हुए ना, तो मैं तुम्हे किसी और का भी नहीं होने दूंगी" I whispered with a sinister smile on my face to the thousands of candid pictures of vihaan decorating my room.

[Vihaan if you can't be mine I will not let you be anyone else's"]

Scene: Basement

"Ahhhhhhh" shouted the man sitting before me in pain, as the heated rod in my hand made contact with the bare skin of his shoulder.

"W-Why are you doing this with me,what did I do?" He asked sobbing.

Poor guy

Right?

Well no....

"File" I exclaimed coldly forwarding my hand to one of my men, who handed me a file.

"Raped a fourteen year old girl and killed her afterwards to destroy proofs"

"Caught molesting a 4 year old boy just outside his society"

"Killed an eight months pregnant women who was at the hospital for routine checkup"

I started reading the file out loud while sitting in front of his tied form.

"Raped and killed an eighty-eight—" I continued when he cut me off

"No p-please"

A big mistake,

"Still don't know what you did?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"I swear I will not do it ever again,p-please let me go" He begged.

Good I love when people beg to me like their life depends on it.

But how can I forget the disrespect?,

"Grayson?You must've missed those military tortures right?" I asked looking straight into the soul of the terrified man in front of me.

"Yahh, it's been quite long" Grayson stated amused.

"He is yours" I said putting the rod on the floor and handing the file to Grayson.

And went upstairs, without looking back not even for once that man shouted for me to help but his cries fell into deaf ears.

I was too far gone already fantasizing about Vihaan.