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✿ 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓 ✿
𓆩 𝐀𝐁𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐔 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 𓆪
Just like his name-fearless, fierce, and impossible to ignore.
A 30-year-old dangerously handsome CEO and the reignin...
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The black SUV screeched to a halt right in front of us, blocking the road. Aaryan hit the brakes so hard I jolted forward, still holding Navya tightly.
Everything went still.
And then his door flew open.
Abhimanyu.
He didn't waste a second.
He marched toward us with thunder in his eyes, every step purposeful, dangerous, furious.
He looked like he was ready to kill.
My heartbeat pounded in my ears. We were safe now... yet somehow, I felt more afraid.
"We are dead now for sure" Aaryan muttered under his breath. "He's going to kill us."
We all knew this wasn't an exaggeration.
I quickly moved to help Navya out of the car. She had stopped crying now,she looked composed but her hands were still shaking slightly.
I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, pulling her close, shielding her instinctively-just in case.
My arm stung-the cut from the glass now throbbing more steadily, blood smeared along the sleeve of my kurti.
Abhimanyu's eyes swept over the car, then all of us, with clinical sharpness. His gaze stalled when it landed on me.
His steps slowed.
He stared at my arm-his face hard, unreadable-but I saw it. That flicker of concern, the way his brows dipped slightly, the split-second softening in his gaze.
He reached me first.
"Jaan...." he murmured, low, like he was afraid if he spoke louder, he'd lose control.
I didn't answer. I just looked at him.
He reached out, gently-so gently it made my throat tighten-and took my arm in his hand.
He turned it slightly, his thumb brushing along the small cuts. His touch was careful, reverent, almost trembling with restraint.
"You are hurt" he said , more like to himself, his voice rough. His jaw clenched so tightly, the muscles ticked beneath his skin - a silent warning of just how furious he was, barely holding the storm inside.
"I'm fine,"I whispered. "It's not that deep." He didn't respond. But I saw the storm brewing in his eyes.
He finally released my arm and turned toward Navya.
"You okay?" he asked her, voice firm but noticeably gentler than usual. Navya nodded."Yes, bhai. I'm okay now."
He looked at her more carefully, as if scanning every inch to ensure she wasn't just saying it for his sake. Only after a long pause did he nod once, then turned to Vivaan and Aaryan.
