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I woke up before the sun fully rose.

For a second, everything felt… calm.

Too calm.

Then I remembered where I was.

Reyansh’s house.

My eyes moved around the room again—clean lines, neutral tones, everything perfectly in place.

No chaos.

No misplacement.

No emotion.

No human vibes.

No trace of a life lived here.

Just control.

Very him.

I sat up slowly, my body finally feeling a little stronger.

Good.

Because I was done feeling weak.

Done being confused.

Done being in someone else’s space without answers.

I stepped out of the room.

The hallway was quiet.

Too quiet.

Almost like the house itself was watching.

As I moved forward, I noticed something—

Cameras.

Subtle. Hidden. But there.

A chill ran down my spine.

“Enjoying the tour?”

I turned sharply.

Reyansh stood at the end of the hallway, leaning against the wall like he had been expecting me.

“Why are there cameras inside the house?” I asked immediately.

“No one comes here without a reason,” he replied.

“That’s not an answer.”

“It’s the only one you’re getting right now.”

Frustration bubbled up instantly.

“Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Talking like everything is a secret.”

His gaze sharpened slightly.

“Because it is.”

Silence.

Heavy.

Tense.

I crossed my arms. “Then maybe I shouldn’t be here.”

For a second—

Something dangerous flickered in his eyes.

“You don’t have a choice.”

That did it.

My anger snapped into place.

“I always have a choice.”

I stepped closer.

“Just because you saved me doesn’t mean you get to control me.”

Big mistake.

A very big one.

Because the second the words left my mouth—

He moved.

Fast.

Closing the distance between us in seconds.

“You think this is about control?” his voice dropped.

Low. Intense. Raw.

“Then you’re not paying attention.”

My heart started racing.

But I didn’t step back.

Because I never do.

“I’m paying enough attention to know you’re hiding something.”

“Good,” he said.

“Then pay attention to this.”

He leaned in slightly.

Not touching.

But close enough to make it impossible to think clearly.

“You’re here because it’s the only place you’re safe.”

The words hit harder than I expected.

“Safe from what?” I whispered.

A pause.

And for the first time—

He hesitated.

That hesitation told me everything.

“There are rules,” he said finally.

Deflecting.

Avoiding.

Classic.

I let out a frustrated breath. “Of course there are.”

“Rule one,” he continued, ignoring my tone, “you don’t leave the house without me.”

I scoffed. “That’s not a rule, that’s a prison.”

“Call it whatever you want.”

“Unbelievable.”

“Rule two,” he went on, “you don’t answer unknown calls.”

My stomach tightened slightly.

“Rule three—”

“I’m not following your rules.”

Silence.

Thick.

Dangerous.

He stared at me.

Really stared.

Like he was deciding something.

“Then you’re making this harder than it needs to be.”

“Or maybe,” I shot back, “you’re just used to people obeying you.”

That hit.

I saw it.

In the slight tightening of his jaw.

In the way his eyes darkened.

“Don’t test me, Kiara.”

“Or what?”

The question slipped out before I could stop it.

And the second it did—

I knew I crossed a line.

Because something shifted.

Completely.

He stepped closer.

Closing every inch of space between us.

“You don’t want to find out,” he said quietly.

My breath caught.

Not fear.

Not entirely.

Something else.

Something that made this whole situation even more dangerous.

“Then stop acting like I’m your responsibility,” I whispered.

And that—

That was the wrong thing to say.

Because for the first time—

He looked angry.

Not controlled.

Not calm.

Actually angry.

“You are,” he said.

The words were sharp.

Immediate.

Unfiltered.

Silence followed.

Heavy.

Shocking.

My heart skipped.

“Why?” I asked.

Softer this time.

But he didn’t answer.

Instead—

He stepped back.

Distance again.

Walls back up.

“Get ready,” he said coldly.

“We’re leaving.”

I frowned. “I thought I wasn’t allowed to leave.”

His gaze met mine.

Dark.

Unreadable.

“You’re not.”

A pause.

Then—

“Unless you’re with me.”

Like what the actual fvck is that while simply exploring the house, I discover surveillance, that further leads me to a confrontation with Reyansh. He sets strict rules, like damn strict rules, and then he builds this intense emotional and romantic tension, which is giving me extreme butterflies and now I don’t know how to control them.

So, I did exactly what I shouldn’t do.

“I’m not going,” I said firmly.

Reyansh stopped.

He Slowly turned back.

He just simply looked at me and those damn butterflies were becoming dinosaurs.

“Excuse me?”

“I said I’m not going anywhere with you until you tell me the truth.”

His expression hardened.

“You’re not in a position to demand anything.”

“And you’re not in a position to control me!”

The words echoed louder than I expected.

Silence filled the space instantly.

“You think this is a game?” he asked.

“No,” I said, my voice shaking slightly. “I think you’re hiding something that involves me.”

His eyes flashed.

“That’s enough.”

“No, it’s not!” I snapped. “You don’t get to drag me into your world and then act like I don’t deserve answers!”

The tension snapped.

Completely.

“You want the truth?” he said.

I held my breath.

“Yes.”

A long pause.

Then—

“You’re in danger because of what your ex did.”

My stomach dropped.

“What does that mean?”

“It means,” he said coldly, “that drink wasn’t just a mistake.”

My heart started pounding.

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying,” he stepped closer again, voice dangerously low,
“you’ve become part of something you don’t understand.”

Silence.

Fear crept in.

Real this time.

“You’re lying,” I whispered.

“I wish I was.”

With that being said Kiara went to the room and started getting ready mindlessly.

Reyansh also went to his room and started taking out his clothes.

Kiara (alone):

I shouldn’t trust him.

I barely know him.

He controls everything.

Hides everything.

And yet—

The way he looked at me when I almost fell.

The way he said I was safe here.

The way he—

No.

I shook my head.

This wasn’t real.

This couldn’t be real.

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And if that was not enough then the dresser it was..

Reyansh (alone):

She is stubborn.

Reckless.

Infuriating.

And completely unaware of the danger around her.

He exhaled sharply.

He should keep his distance.

He should treat this like a responsibility.

Nothing more.

Then why—

Why couldn’t he stop thinking about the way she said his name?

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