In a pub in Shimla,
Amidst the blaring music, the shimmer of neon lights, and the chaos of the crowd, a guy walking toward the restroom suddenly stumbled. He was about to fall when a girl caught him just in time.
"Are you okay?" her sweet voice reached his ears.
The moment he looked up, his breath caught.
Fair, stunningly beautiful, almost angelic—she looked like a dream standing in front of him.
He couldn't take his eyes off her.
But as he kept staring, the girl grew a little uncomfortable and began to step back.
But then...
The boy suddenly moved toward her, making her panic and take a few steps back until her back hit the wall.
Her nervousness spiked. She tried to look around for help, but the very next second...
The boy placed his hand on the wall, blocking her path.
Her heart started racing. She spoke, trembling, "W-What are you doing? Why are you blocking my way?"
A mischievous smile appeared on his face. He leaned in slightly and said in a slow, deep voice, "Sweetheart, why are you so scared of me? I haven't even done anything... yet."
Annoyance flickered on the girl's face. No one had ever called her that before.
"How dare you call me that?" she said angrily.
The boy just smiled. He grabbed her hand and pulled her closer, whispering in her ear, "Then tell me, what should I call you? I don't know your name, but you're so beautiful that no name could ever match your beauty..."
Her heartbeat quickened.
The boy slowly began leaning in toward her lips.
"Please, don't come any closer!" the girl panicked. "You don't know who I am! If my brother finds out, he won't spare you!"
But he ignored her warning.
He lifted his other hand and ran it through her hair, trapping her completely. She couldn't move anymore.
As he leaned in closer and his lips neared hers, her breath hitched.
Her heart was pounding—not out of thrill, but pure fear.
Her eyes were teary with terror, but her lips… were sealed. Her voice was stuck in her throat.
"Brother… please, save me!"
The scream that rose in her mind was calling out—begging someone to hear it, to come, to pull her out of this nightmare.
But reality was cruel. There was no one there.
As the boy drew even closer, savoring her helplessness, there was a cruel satisfaction in his smile—and a suffocating dread in her eyes.
And then...
He placed his lips on hers.
The girl froze. Mind blank. Body numb.
She tried to push him away, but he wouldn't let go. He kissed her with a terrifying intensity.
But suddenly—
"Let her go, Rohan!"
Someone pulled him back with force.
Rohan turned toward the voice—
Thud!!
The girl, who had been silent and scared moments ago, had now turned into a lioness.
In a sudden burst of strength, she pushed Rohan hard.
Caught off-guard, he couldn't balance himself and crashed to the ground.
"You messed with the wrong girl, Rohan!" she hissed, her eyes blazing, and ran out of there without looking back.
Rohan lay on the ground, stunned… and shaking with rage.
His eyes were fixed on the doorway through which she had escaped.
"Run as far as you want… but this time, you won't be spared!" he growled through gritted teeth.
Meanwhile, outside the pub, ten black royal cars screeched to a halt.
Their grand arrival sent waves of tension through the atmosphere.
Security guards and onlookers instinctively stepped aside.
One by one, suited bodyguards stepped out of the cars. Their massive presence made everything even more serious.
The lead bodyguard walked ahead and opened the door of the most luxurious car parked in the center.
And then—
A man stepped out.
His personality was so lethal that the hearts of nearby girls skipped a beat. He looked nothing less than a Bollywood hero—fair skin, sharp features, and an aura that made it impossible to look away.
He wore a black shirt with the top two buttons undone and sleeves rolled up to his elbows, making him look even more like a heart-throb.
But his eyes...
His eyes were filled with bloodlust.
It looked like he had come with the intent to write someone's death.
Without a pause, he began walking toward the pub.
His bodyguards followed him, and everyone in his path moved aside without a word.
One frightened guy muttered to himself, "Looks like someone's gonna die tonight!"
His friend beside him whispered with a trembling voice, "That's why the god of death has come himself!"
Now, he was inside the pub.
As soon as he stepped in, every eye turned toward him.
The guys were trembling under his rage, while the girls were swooning over his looks.
Then his eyes found the DJ.
Just one look… and the DJ shut off the music without delay.
But there was someone who didn't seem to notice anything…
Still high, the drunk guy was swaying to his own rhythm.
Then...
He looked at him with eyes blazing like fire.
And the very next moment—
He charged toward him like lightning, reaching him in mere seconds.
In a flash, he grabbed the guy by the hair and yanked his head up.
The guy groaned in pain.
But before he could even react—
BAM!!
The first punch landed on his face.
Then the second… and the third...
That man now looked like a full-blown devil.
Everyone in the pub stood frozen, horrified at the brutal scene.
No one dared to stop him.
The guy was almost unconscious, but the man didn't stop.
But suddenly—
A girl ran and stood between them!
She was right in front of him.
And when he looked at her…
For a moment, he just stared.
It was like he went into a trance.
One second… two seconds… three seconds…
His eyes were lost in her beauty.
To Be Continued...
Who was Rohan? And that man—the one who was beating the guy like he had venom stored in his soul for years—who was he? And that girl who stood in his way, even after seeing everything Does she even know what a deadly mistake she's just made?