ch 13 Get.in
The office lobby was silent, empty except for the soft hum of lights and the steady tap-tap-tap of rain against the glass.
Ashiana leaned against the cold doors, clutching her bag in one hand, her other pressed against her stomach. The cramps twisted inside her relentlessly, sharp enough to make her wince.
"Oh god... aaj bhi... yeh dukh, dard, peeda... shayad sirf mere liye rakha gaya hai," she muttered, voice bitter and low.
Her eyes scanned her phone desperately. No cabs. No autos. Not a single green dot on the map. She groaned softly, sinking further against the glass.
"Aur yeh periods... inn sab ne milkar meri jaan le rakhi hai."
then she looks at her stomach and says, ''kya problem h tumhari.. ek to waise hi ham ladkiyo ki zindagi zhand h aur upar se tum aa jate ho... issee khoonii bananeee..'' then she mock cries saying it
Another cramp hit. She bent forward, pressing her palm tighter against her stomach. Her breath came in shallow hisses.
Thunder rolled across the sky, the storm outside pouring harder. The streets gleamed wet under the hazy streetlights. She was alone... or so she thought.
Slow, measured footsteps echoed across the marble floor.
Aarav.
His tall frame appeared in the glass reflection dark suit, eyes, unreadable expression. For a long moment, he simply watched her struggle, silent, deliberate.
She's stubborn. Defiant. And yet... fragile in ways most would miss. Exactly my kind of puzzle.
He cuts the call and slips it in pocket.
His voice broke the silence, calm and low, impossible to ignore.
"Why are you still here?"
Ashiana whipped around, glare sharp but weakened by discomfort.
"Ohh, kya hai na... mujhe aapke office ke yeh floor, yeh doors, aur yeh interior mein achanak interest aa gaya hai, to m nihaar rahi hu inn sabko," she spat, sarcasm dripping.
Another cramp forced a sharp wince, her voice faltering.
"Dikh nahi raha? Itni baarish ho rahi hai... cab bhi nahi mil rahi... aur upar se yeh—"
Aarav's eyes narrowed, storm-grey piercing, observing every tremor, every clench of her jaw, the slight quiver in her lips.
She can barely stand, and yet she refuses to bow. Typical Ashiana.
He stepped closer, shadow falling over her form. His voice dropped lower, sharper but without mockery.
"You're in pain."
It wasn't a question. It was a statement. His gaze flicked to the storm outside, then back to her. Decisions, instant and absolute.
"Come with me," he said, firm, brooking no argument.
Ashiana straightened, feigning defiance, hand clutching her stomach.
"Ohh heelloo... kahaa come with me? I'm not going anywhere with you."
Her voice cracked, betraying her discomfort.
Aarav's jaw ticked; his gaze lingered, silent, analyzing. Then he moved closer, calm and predatory.
"Can't you once listen to me properly?"
She narrowed her eyes. "NO. I will manage myself."
He didn't flinch. His tone turned colder, absolute.
"You can't even stand straight and claim to 'manage yourself,' aur akeli baarish mein cab ka wait karogi?"
He already had his phone out, dialing without waiting for her protest.
"You're coming with me. No. Argument ."
Before she could protest further, his hand found her elbow, guiding her with unyielding force.
"Chalo." His voice low, absolute.
She tried to wriggle free, lips parting to retort, but the iron grip silenced her. Her bag slipped slightly as he steered her through the glass doors into the drizzle. Rain soaked her within seconds, but he didn't slow.
At the sleek black car, his hand nudged her inside with no room for choice.
"Get. In."
She stumbled onto the leather seat, clutching her stomach again. Huffing, she glared at him.
"You... tum samajhte kya ho apne aap ko? Mujhe force kar ke—"
Through the rain-blurred window, she caught a glimpse of him walking around the car, tall, composed, unbothered by the storm. The rear door opened again, and in slid Aarav, his eyes flicking briefly to her before he leaned forward and gave the driver a curt order.
Another command:
He's infuriating. Controlling. And yet... somehow unyielding.
His hand gripped her elbow again, steadying her as he leaned in, issuing the driver his order with that calm precision only he possessed.
"Move."
Ashiana's glare met his, full of fury and disbelief but underneath it, a grudging acknowledgment.
She resists. She always resists. I like that.
Rain pounded against the roof of the car as it glided into the streets, the storm outside matching the tension inside the storm between them.
ashiana with side eyes looks at him she sees his hand slids at console of seat her eyes wide
and
suddenly he tooks out a -
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