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A U T H O R

It was a stunning sunny day, the kind that makes the world feel alive and vibrant. The sky was a brilliant azure, dotted with fluffy white clouds that lazily drifted by, casting playful shadows on the ground below. The sun shone brightly, its warm rays filtering through the lush canopy of trees that lined the sides of the road, creating a dappled pattern of light and shade on the pavement.

A winding road meandered through this picturesque setting, its asphalt surface glistening under the sun. As a sleek car glided along the road, its windows down, a girl was sitting in the backseat. Her head was resting on the window of the car.

Apple airpods were inserted into her ears and her eyes were fixed on the white clouds in the sky.

Beside her sitting a woman in her late 30's. The woman was as beautiful as the girl. She was wearing a saree and her body was adorned by beautiful gold jewelleries.

A man was sitting beside the woman. He is in his early 40's and he was doing some work on his iPad and talking to the person in the passenger seat, probably that man's assistant.

Things were going smoothly, the road wasn't busy too. But who knew it would be the end of this beautiful family?

Fate is something no one can change. No one knows what's gonna happen the next moment. It takes only a few moments to shutter everything whereas it takes years to heal from that trauma. Or maybe it never heals actually.

The girl's father glanced at her and asked in an affectionate way, "What do you want for your 20th birthday?"

She didn't listen as she was so consumed by nature and the music.

"Arohi? You papa is asking something." Her mother said while shaking her hand.

A R O H I

My life was always flawless. Throughout my whole life I focused on one thing only 'making my parents proud'. Maybe everyone does it but my parents aren't like others. They never scolded me for getting bad marks in exams. They never impose their decision on me.

I have a lot of friends whose parents are no less than monsters. I'm not afraid of those monsters. I'm afraid of my monster, The inner self of mine.

The sudden tap on my hand brought me back to reality. I put off one airpod and turned my gaze towards my father, Virendra Singhania. He is the current Chief Minister of Rajasthan.

"What happened, papa?" I asked while narrowing my eyebrows and a slight pout on my lips because of the confusion.

My father chuckled and replied, "I asked you what do you want for your next birthday?"

Seriously? We're in a car and out of nowhere he is asking me what I want for my birthday! I already told him three months ago what I need for my birthday. Then what's the use of asking the same question again? Moreover it still has two months left for my 20th birthday.

"A new pet. Please don't say no." I pleaded while sticking out my lower lip, like a baby. I'm not that innocent I pretend in front of my parents. But I love to see the happiness and amusement in their eyes when I act innocent.

"Not at all. You already have one." My mother yelled. And in response I signed knowing my mom doesn't like pets at all.

"Bhabhi, bacchi hai. Ek pet he toh mang rahi hai." Harish uncle, my papa's assistant took my side. He always does. Even though we're not blood related, he is just like a family member to us.

(Sister in law, she is just a kid. She only asked for a pet.)

"Bhai sahab, do you even know what kind of pet she is asking for?" My mom taunted and gave me a death glare.  Meanwhile, I sank my teeth on my lower lip, trying hard not to burst out laughing.

(Brother)

"What kind of pet?" Harish uncle asked while drinking water and mom replied, "Lion cub."

Me and papa burst out laughing while Harish uncle choked on the water.

That's it. My little life and my little family. Life is so beautiful when you have a family who supports you always and stays at your lowest.

"Arohi!" My mom screamed and wrapped her hands around me pulling me closer to her chest.

Suddenly I felt the jolt of the crash, my body thrown against the seat, and then darkness enveloped me, the sound of crunching metal and shattering glass reached my ears, and time seemed to slow down. My heart raced, and I could hear the ringing in my ears, drowning out the chaos around me.

Another smack and I hit my head on the side of the car. The pain was too much but adrenaline surged through me when I felt something hot was dripping down my neck to inside my dress. The smell of blood reached my lungs. It's not my blood, but. No.

Someone fucking tell me it's just a nightmare. Mummy please wake me up from this dream. Papa, Please turn on the lights and hug me tightly.

I tried to lift my head but suddenly a pair of hands pulled me out of the car. No emotion was working only a palpable sense of unease that made my stomach churn.

I lifted my head slightly ignoring the pain on my head and my eyes landed on the backseat of the car, the door was opened, and the glasses were broken.

My mom!  She was lying on the seat and her hand hung low on the edge of the seat.

Blood– Blood was dripping down her head. And behind her, Papa's head resting against the door of the car. His–his face was covered with blood. It took me a few seconds to process everything before I tried to crawl towards the car. But I felt a strong grip on the shoulder, which was dragging me away from the car.

"Run, Arohi ma'am." The driver who was driving the car said. Without thinking twice, I stood on my feet and started running in a direction. I didn't dare to look behind, maybe too scared to see the scene behind me.

A few moments later, when I was in a certain distance my legs gave up and I couldn't run anymore, darkness enveloped me again and I collapsed on the ground.

God, please save my parents. Just take care of them. Just don't take them away from me.

A D V I K

I walked towards a warehouse with a quiet dangerous and intimidated way, my movements fluid and deliberate. I wore a tailored suit that contrasted sharply with the sterile environment, the fabric catching the sunlight above and giving me an air of elegance.

An hour ago when I was working in the office I got a call. The Chief Minister of our state got into a car accident. There were a total of five people in the car, four people had already died. Only one person was alive, the Chief Minister's daughter. After crashing their car those men took her in the warehouse, probably to sell her or for money.  Even though it's none of my concern, my father told me to bring that girl back.

He is out of the state so he told me to take care of this matter.

I walked inside but I stopped on my track when I heard the sound of music, then walked towards the direction and my heart stopped a beat.

A girl in her teenage or early twenties was dancing while four men were eye fucking her. Despite being in a serious situation, I couldn't tear my eyes away from her graceful moves.

I took a step forward to get a better view of her beautiful features.

I had never seen anyone so beautiful. Her long, dark auburn hair framed her face like a halo, and her skin glowed with an ethereal quality. It was as if time had stopped, and in that moment, I felt an overwhelming connection to her, a pull.

Suddenly she collapsed on the ground. My jaw clenched when I realised she was dancing barefoot on the broken glass.

One of them was about to touch her but I interrupted in a low yet dangerous tone, "Don't you dare to put your dirty hand on her."

All of them turned their gaze towards me. I took a step closer to them and they were trembling like they just saw their death.

"Sir, I swear we didn't do anything to her. We just found her unconscious on the side of the road." One of them pleaded, kneeling in front of me.

"Kill them all and after that you know what to do." I commanded the officer behind me.

"Sir, please forgive us. We didn't know she was your relative. Sir, we're sorry." Another man pleaded desperately. I ignored their plea and made my way towards the girl or I can say angel.

"I hate sorrys. It doesn't matter if I know the girl or not, you've no rights to abuse a girl. So, now go to hell." I growled in a dangerous tone that made everyone silent and my voice was echoing through the warehouse.

I stopped in front of her. Her face was hidden behind her long hair. Without wasting any time, I scooped her up in a bridal style and made my way outside the warehouse.

The sound of gunshots was echoing through the place. I looked at her beautiful face, long lashes, full and defined lips with a turned-up small nose.

She was wearing a sleeveless red long kurti and straight jeans. The dress was dusty and her hair was messy. Also there was blood stain on the side of her neck that made it's path through her cleavage, inside the dress. She was looking like a princess came from a war.

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I walked towards the VIP section of the hospital and one of the police officers led me the way.

I stopped in front of a room. The officer opened the door and my movements were still graceful, as if I were stepping onto a stage.

I took a few steps towards the bed. A nurse was sitting there. As soon as she saw me, she got up and walked outside.

The rhythmic beeping of the machines surrounding her was a stark reminder of the fragility of life. She looked so peaceful, yet the tubes and wires connected to her body told a different story—one of struggle and uncertainty.

I stood at the foot of the bed and my heart stopped beating for a while. The view in front of me is just a dream. She is so beautiful even when she is unconscious, totally unaware that a monster got his eyes on her.

I'm not a man who gets turned on seeing every woman. Or maybe it's my first time feeling something new in my chest. A sudden urge to protect her and keep her with me. I'm sounding like some kind of lovestruck teenage boy.

I walked more closer and unknowingly my hands reached to touch her delicate cheeks. But before I could touch her I pulled myself away and the door opened. I turned my gaze towards the door where Manish, my assistant was standing.

"Congratulations, CM sahab." He cheered in joy.

A satisfied grin plastered across my face as soon as I heard him. In that fleeting moment, the smirk faded, revealing a glimpse of something far more sinister—a flicker of malice that would send a chill down the spine of anyone who dared to meet my gaze.

"Abb CM ke chair bhi mere aur unke beti bhi."

(Now the Chief Minister's position is mine and so is his daughter.)

So it was the beginning... I hope you enjoyed it. Tadaaa, I was so excited to upload it. Maybe I'm not a good writer but I'm really thankful you gave me a chance.