Mihir drives into Talon's garage in rage and alighted. He walked towards the big front door and banged it as hard as he could. Mihir felt the urge to kick the door and break it to shreds, but he kept his cool. Talon, who was sulking in the living room, heard the banging of the door and grumbled before going to open it. He didn't peek through the keyhole to know who was there as he just opened the door. The first blow landed on his stomach, and he staggered backward in pain. He raised his head after the pain decreased and stared at the man who was staring at him with ice-cold eyes."What the hell man," he muttered under his breath.Mihir walks into the room and clicks his tongue in disgust, staring at the cramped apartment.His study was times three of what Talon called a sitting room. With the worn-out couches roughly placed by the corner. There was an old black and white TV stationed on the left side of the room, which was covered with a shawl. Probably because the TV was worn out a
Heather’s heart raced as she sat at the edge of the massive bed, gazing at the ornate chandelier above. The silence within the room changed into deafening, broken most effectively by way of the faint ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner. She rubbed her fingers collectively nervously, her mind whirling with the results of her selection. Lying approximately the infant’s paternity turned into a determined move, but what preference did she have? Telling Mihir the truth would only tighten the chains that already assure her to him.The door creaked open, and Mihir’s implementing determination crammed the doorway. His sharp health was immaculate, his dark eyes glare at her like daggers. Heather compelled herself to remain calm as he walked in, his presence sucking the air out of the room. He closed the door behind him with an eerie gentleness that made her belly churn.“We need to speak,” he stated, his voice low and deliberate.Heather nodded but however remained silent, knowing c
Chapter Nine Heather held the note in trembling fingers. The words on the paper felt like a cold whisper slithering through her mind: “Be careful who you trust. He knows more than you think.” Her pulse pounded as she reread it, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Who had sent it? Did they mean Mihir? Or was it someone else? Someone watching her? The walls of the grand mansion suddenly felt like they were closing in, the once opulent space now suffocating. She swallowed hard and glanced around her dimly lit bedroom, her eyes flickering to the heavy curtains. Was she alone? Or was there someone lurking in the shadows, just beyond her sight? A shiver ran down her spine. She had always known Mihir was dangerous, but if someone was warning her now, that meant things were far worse than she had imagined. MaryAnne had left earlier to deliver the message to Talon. Heather prayed her loyal maid would be careful—if Mihir found out, there would be no mercy. She folded the note quickly, stu
Mihir’s eyes was filled with fury as he stepped into the greenhouse, his imposing presence filling the dimly lit space like a storm brewing on the horizon. The scent of damp earth and fresh foliage did little to calm the tension that was in the air.Heather felt her breath hitch as she instinctively stepped back, her heart hammering against her ribs. The moment she saw Mihir’s rigid posture, the way his hands clenched into fists at his sides, she knew she was in more trouble than she had ever imagined.Talon, ever protective, shifted in front of her, shielding her from Mihir’s piercing gaze. It was a small gesture, but it made her feel momentarily safe—until Mihir’s voice sliced through the silence like a blade.“Explain,” he demanded, his voice low but brimming with menace. “Why are you here? Why are you meeting him?”Heather opened her mouth, but the words stuck in her throat like thorns. Her mind raced, scrambling for an excuse, but every possible answer sounded weak and implausibl
The cold seeped into my bones as I sat there, curled against the damp wall of the basement. My body ached from Mihir’s iron grip, the bruises forming beneath my skin a painful reminder of his wrath. The room was as dark as I remembered, the air thick with dust and memories I wished I could erase.I should have known he was watching me. I should have known better than to think I could sneak away unnoticed.A bitter laugh escaped my lips, mingling with the silent tears streaming down my face. I pulled my knees to my chest, my fingers tightening into fists as my thoughts spiraled into regret.How had I been so foolish?Had I really let myself believe—even for a second—that Mihir had changed?I wanted to scream at my own naivety. The second I had stepped out of line, he had proven that he was the same as before. The same arrogant, prideful, unapologetic tyrant. A man who wielded power like a weapon, who treated me like a possession he could control, punish, and discard at will.And yet, d
This was the first time Mihir and Eloise had ever seen each other. Every time she came over, she went straight to my room, avoiding the rest of the house. Mihir was either locked away in his grand library or away on business, so their paths had never crossed—until now.As soon as he stepped inside, the air in the room shifted. The warmth I had felt in Eloise’s presence evaporated, replaced by a stifling tension. Mihir’s presence was always overwhelming, his aura so domineering that it made people instinctively shrink back. Eloise was no exception. She stood up immediately, her hands clasping together nervously as if she had been caught doing something wrong.Eloise, still standing stiffly, attempted another polite greeting. “It’s nice to meet you, sir,” she said, though the fear in her voice was obvious.Mihir turned his gaze toward her, slowly, He scanned her from head to toe, his expression unreadable, yet something about his demeanor made me uncomfortable.There was something that
'RING!!'The sharp chime of Mihir’s alarm clock jolted me awake. My eyes fluttered open, but I stayed still, pretending to be asleep. I had learned over time that it was better this way—to observe him first before engaging. Mihir was always an early riser, disciplined and meticulous, even though I knew for a fact that he often went to bed late.I peeked through my eyelashes and saw him already sitting up on his side of the bed, his toned back facing me. He sat still, unmoving, his hands resting on his thighs as if deep in thought. Then, without warning, he inhaled deeply, stretched his arms, and got out of bed. His muscles flexed slightly as he rolled his shoulders and then dropped to the floor, beginning his morning routine of push-ups.One. Two. Three.I watched in silence, Mihir had always been obsessive about staying fit, about keeping himself in peak physical condition. He was a perfectionist in every aspect of his life—his work, his looks, his control over everything and everyo
Eloise took a deep breath before twisting the knob and opening the door. the weight of Mihir’s words still lingering in her mind. But all thoughts of him vanished when she saw the person standing outside her apartment.“Mr. Dunny,” she greeted, forcing a tight smile.Her apartment agent stood before her, his expression unreadable. He was an older man with grey hair and a potbelly, always dressed in the same faded suit that seemed to have seen better days. Mr. Dunny didn’t believe in unnecessary pleasantries, and today was no different.“Hello, Eloise,” he said, his voice flat and businesslike. “Last week, I sent you a mail regarding your eviction from this apartment, but it seems you ignored it. So I’m here to hand you the eviction letter personally.”Eloise’s smile faltered. Her stomach twisted into knots. “Mr. Dunny, surely it hasn’t come to this—”He lifted a hand, silencing her. His wrinkled fingers gripped the folded paper tightly, his tired eyes meeting hers with no hint of sym
Heather’s POVTime felt endless. The dim basement, with its cold, damp air, seemed to close in on me, suffocating me more with every second that passed. , and my stomach churned from both hunger and rage. But the worst part wasn’t the physical discomfort—it was my mind, playing the same haunting memory on repeat.The moment that shattered my world.The day I caught my so-called husband and my so-called best friend together.***Flashback***The morning had started with the promise of love. Of hope. Of something better.I had woken up early—5 a.m., to be precise. The bedroom was quiet except for the rhythmic breathing of Mihir, who lay beside me in peaceful slumber. I stared at his face for a moment, wondering when things had changed between us. When had his warmth turned cold? When had his love faded into something unrecognizable?I had every reason to resent him, yet today was different.Today was Mihir’s birthday and our anniversary. The day that once held so much meaning, though now
The next morning, Mihir seemed to be in a good mood. It wasn’t something I saw often—his usual demeanor was cold, distant, and unreadable. But today, there was something different about him.I watched from the edge of the bed as he got up, his movements precise and deliberate. As always, his morning routine was strict. First, a workout. He never skipped it, no matter how early his meetings were or how late he had gone to bed the previous night. I listened to the faint sounds of him exercising in the adjoining room, the rhythmic thuds of his push-ups, the sharp exhales as he lifted weights.I lay back against the pillows, staring at the ceiling. This marriage was nothing but an illusion, a carefully curated performance that Mihir had demanded from me. There was no love, no warmth, just obligation. But days like this—where he seemed almost… human—made me wonder what went on in his mind.After about thirty minutes, he stepped into the bathroom, and soon, the sound of rushing water filled
Eloise took a deep breath before twisting the knob and opening the door. the weight of Mihir’s words still lingering in her mind. But all thoughts of him vanished when she saw the person standing outside her apartment.“Mr. Dunny,” she greeted, forcing a tight smile.Her apartment agent stood before her, his expression unreadable. He was an older man with grey hair and a potbelly, always dressed in the same faded suit that seemed to have seen better days. Mr. Dunny didn’t believe in unnecessary pleasantries, and today was no different.“Hello, Eloise,” he said, his voice flat and businesslike. “Last week, I sent you a mail regarding your eviction from this apartment, but it seems you ignored it. So I’m here to hand you the eviction letter personally.”Eloise’s smile faltered. Her stomach twisted into knots. “Mr. Dunny, surely it hasn’t come to this—”He lifted a hand, silencing her. His wrinkled fingers gripped the folded paper tightly, his tired eyes meeting hers with no hint of sym
'RING!!'The sharp chime of Mihir’s alarm clock jolted me awake. My eyes fluttered open, but I stayed still, pretending to be asleep. I had learned over time that it was better this way—to observe him first before engaging. Mihir was always an early riser, disciplined and meticulous, even though I knew for a fact that he often went to bed late.I peeked through my eyelashes and saw him already sitting up on his side of the bed, his toned back facing me. He sat still, unmoving, his hands resting on his thighs as if deep in thought. Then, without warning, he inhaled deeply, stretched his arms, and got out of bed. His muscles flexed slightly as he rolled his shoulders and then dropped to the floor, beginning his morning routine of push-ups.One. Two. Three.I watched in silence, Mihir had always been obsessive about staying fit, about keeping himself in peak physical condition. He was a perfectionist in every aspect of his life—his work, his looks, his control over everything and everyo
This was the first time Mihir and Eloise had ever seen each other. Every time she came over, she went straight to my room, avoiding the rest of the house. Mihir was either locked away in his grand library or away on business, so their paths had never crossed—until now.As soon as he stepped inside, the air in the room shifted. The warmth I had felt in Eloise’s presence evaporated, replaced by a stifling tension. Mihir’s presence was always overwhelming, his aura so domineering that it made people instinctively shrink back. Eloise was no exception. She stood up immediately, her hands clasping together nervously as if she had been caught doing something wrong.Eloise, still standing stiffly, attempted another polite greeting. “It’s nice to meet you, sir,” she said, though the fear in her voice was obvious.Mihir turned his gaze toward her, slowly, He scanned her from head to toe, his expression unreadable, yet something about his demeanor made me uncomfortable.There was something that
The cold seeped into my bones as I sat there, curled against the damp wall of the basement. My body ached from Mihir’s iron grip, the bruises forming beneath my skin a painful reminder of his wrath. The room was as dark as I remembered, the air thick with dust and memories I wished I could erase.I should have known he was watching me. I should have known better than to think I could sneak away unnoticed.A bitter laugh escaped my lips, mingling with the silent tears streaming down my face. I pulled my knees to my chest, my fingers tightening into fists as my thoughts spiraled into regret.How had I been so foolish?Had I really let myself believe—even for a second—that Mihir had changed?I wanted to scream at my own naivety. The second I had stepped out of line, he had proven that he was the same as before. The same arrogant, prideful, unapologetic tyrant. A man who wielded power like a weapon, who treated me like a possession he could control, punish, and discard at will.And yet, d
Mihir’s eyes was filled with fury as he stepped into the greenhouse, his imposing presence filling the dimly lit space like a storm brewing on the horizon. The scent of damp earth and fresh foliage did little to calm the tension that was in the air.Heather felt her breath hitch as she instinctively stepped back, her heart hammering against her ribs. The moment she saw Mihir’s rigid posture, the way his hands clenched into fists at his sides, she knew she was in more trouble than she had ever imagined.Talon, ever protective, shifted in front of her, shielding her from Mihir’s piercing gaze. It was a small gesture, but it made her feel momentarily safe—until Mihir’s voice sliced through the silence like a blade.“Explain,” he demanded, his voice low but brimming with menace. “Why are you here? Why are you meeting him?”Heather opened her mouth, but the words stuck in her throat like thorns. Her mind raced, scrambling for an excuse, but every possible answer sounded weak and implausibl
Chapter Nine Heather held the note in trembling fingers. The words on the paper felt like a cold whisper slithering through her mind: “Be careful who you trust. He knows more than you think.” Her pulse pounded as she reread it, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Who had sent it? Did they mean Mihir? Or was it someone else? Someone watching her? The walls of the grand mansion suddenly felt like they were closing in, the once opulent space now suffocating. She swallowed hard and glanced around her dimly lit bedroom, her eyes flickering to the heavy curtains. Was she alone? Or was there someone lurking in the shadows, just beyond her sight? A shiver ran down her spine. She had always known Mihir was dangerous, but if someone was warning her now, that meant things were far worse than she had imagined. MaryAnne had left earlier to deliver the message to Talon. Heather prayed her loyal maid would be careful—if Mihir found out, there would be no mercy. She folded the note quickly, stu
Heather’s heart raced as she sat at the edge of the massive bed, gazing at the ornate chandelier above. The silence within the room changed into deafening, broken most effectively by way of the faint ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner. She rubbed her fingers collectively nervously, her mind whirling with the results of her selection. Lying approximately the infant’s paternity turned into a determined move, but what preference did she have? Telling Mihir the truth would only tighten the chains that already assure her to him.The door creaked open, and Mihir’s implementing determination crammed the doorway. His sharp health was immaculate, his dark eyes glare at her like daggers. Heather compelled herself to remain calm as he walked in, his presence sucking the air out of the room. He closed the door behind him with an eerie gentleness that made her belly churn.“We need to speak,” he stated, his voice low and deliberate.Heather nodded but however remained silent, knowing c