Nisha's POV:-

'Hey why are you standing there, come inside baby' Vishal's voice pulled me out from the trance.

I nodded my head ,my hands turns cold.

I took a hesitant step into the dining room, her eyes scanning the table in disbelief. Plates of fragrant biryani, sizzling kebabs, and delicate pastries filled every inch of space. Candles flickered softly, casting a warm glow around the room.

Nisha's POV:-

"Wow, Vishal... you really went all out," I murmured, taking a seat across from him.

"Where did you get all this?"

Vishal laughed, brushing off my question with a casual wave of his hand.

"I wanted tonight to be special, that's all. Just enjoy, baby." he said pushing out the chair for me.

I took a tentative sip, the taste unusual, slightly bitter. I glanced at him, but he only watched me, his eyes intense, his smile unwavering.

Vishal's POV:

I couldn't help but smirk as she took a sip. This is what I wanted. Tonight, I would finally make her mine. I had waited for this moment for so long, and nothing-especially not that irritating Krish, always hovering around her-was going to ruin it. I hated how he seemed to think he had a right to be close to her. Tonight, I'd make sure she knew where she truly belonged.

Author's POV:-

Vishal handed her another glass of wine, watching as she took it and drank slowly. He could see the alcohol beginning to take its toll, her eyelids growing heavy, her movements becoming sluggish.

"Is something wrong, baby?" he asked, feigning concern as he took her hand, holding it tightly.

Nisha frowned, pressing her other hand to her forehead as if to steady herself. "I... I don't feel right, Vishal," she mumbled, blinking as though trying to clear her vision. "I can't see clearly... I don't feel good. Can we go home?"

Vishal tightened his grip, a smile creeping onto his face as he pulled her up from the chair.

"Oh, come on, baby. We just got here. And besides, I have one more surprise for you." He steered her toward the center of the room, ignoring her weak protests as he reached for a remote on the table and turned on the speakers.

The music is so loud that nobody could guess what is happening inside their room.

Nisha swayed, her legs giving way as the room spun around her. She stumbled forward, but before she could fall, Vishal pulled her to him, her body colliding with his. She could feel his arms wrap around her, one hand slipping to her waist, holding her firmly.

"Relax, baby," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear as he brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "It's just you and me."

She tried to respond, her lips parting as she struggled to speak, but the pounding music swallowed her words, leaving them as faint echoes lost in the blaring sound. She blinked, trying to focus, but everything around her seemed hazy, her vision blurred.

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Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Krish glanced at his phone, frowning at the screen. He had texted Nisha a few times, but there had been no response. His concern grew as the minutes ticked by. It wasn't like her to ignore his messages.

After waiting a bit longer, he decided to call her. The phone rang, but there was no answer.

He clenched his fists, worried that something was wrong. Determined to make sure she was safe, he grabbed his keys and headed for the door, his mind racing as he imagined all the things that could be keeping her from replying.

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Vishal pushed her back against the wall, pressing himself against her as his lips trailed down her slender neck. Nisha squirmed, her hands weakly pushing against his shoulders. "Vishal, please... stop..." she whispered, her voice trembling.

He hummed in response, a low sound of satisfaction as he brushed his lips along her collarbone, biting down gently. "You're so gorgeous, baby," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin.

"I've waited long enough. Tonight, I'm making you mine."

A sharp sensation flared where he'd bitten, and she let out a soft cry, the pain jolting her. She tried to turn her head away, but he held her firm, one hand moving up to loosen the bun in her hair, letting the strands fall around her shoulders. His hands roamed her body, fingers tracing her curves as he explored with a possessive grip.

"Please, Vishal... we can't do this," she pleaded, her voice breaking as tears began to fill her eyes.

He ignored her words, his fingers reaching for the zipper on her dress. With one swift motion, he tugged it down, his lips finding her bare shoulder as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along her skin. Nisha's heart pounded wildly, a surge of fear and desperation filling her as she struggled against him.

Summoning all her strength, she pushed back, managing to shove him away slightly. "Stop! I'm begging you, please..." she cried, her voice trembling as she fought against the dizziness clouding her mind.

Undeterred, he grinned, his eyes darkening as he grasped the fabric of her dress, pulling it down to her waist. The cold air hit her skin, and she shivered, her black lingerie exposed under his intense gaze.

She felt a surge of shame and fear, her mind racing as she tried to think of a way out. She shook his head...

Before anything further happened, door opened with the loud thud . She couldn't recognise who is the person as her eyes dropped down..

She barely registered the loud crash that suddenly broke through the blaring music. She tried to look up, but her eyes felt so heavy, and her vision swam as her head drooped forward.

Krish's POV:

I reached the hotel in record time, my heart racing wildly. Every second felt like an eternity, the thought of her with Vishal fueling a cold dread in my chest. I didn't hesitate as I strode into the reception area, my eyes scanning the room for any sign of her.

"Excuse me," I demanded, my voice sharp as I approached the front desk.

"Has someone named Vishal booked a room here?"

The manager's eyes flicked nervously to the register before he nodded. "Yes, he has a reservation on the third floor, sir."

I clenched my fists, feeling a surge of relief mixed with anger. "Take me there. It's urgent."

The manager hesitated, casting a wary glance over his shoulder. "I'm sorry, sir, but we've been instructed not to allow anyone up there. Mr. Vishal gave strict orders..."

My patience snapped. I leaned forward, my voice low and hard. "I don't care what Vishal told you. This is an emergency. If you don't allow me access to that room right now, I won't hesitate to call the police."

Mentioning the police was enough. The manager paled, swallowing nervously before nodding quickly. "Right this way, sir," he stammered, gesturing for a couple of hotel staff to accompany us as we made our way to the elevators.

Reaching the door, I didn't have to ask. One of the staff opened the room with the spare keys and I push the door with loud thud.

My eyes quickly adjusted, and the scene before me made my blood run cold. My Nishu was slumped on the floor, her dress half-pulled down as she tried to cover herself, her face looking all pale.That bastard was leaning over her, his hands on her, trying to force himself closer.

A wave of fury surged through me, my chest tightening as angry tears blurred my vision. Without a second thought, I rushed forward, my hands balling into fists as I closed the distance between us.

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