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After leaving the gallery, Abeer still couldn’t feel normal.

He stepped inside the mansion, but something felt wrong the moment he entered.

It was the same house. The same marble floors. The same silent halls. The same expensive interiors he had lived in for years.

Yet today… every corner felt unfamiliar.

Like for the first time, this place didn’t belong to him.

He tossed his coat onto the sofa and walked toward his room, but with every step, the same scene kept returning to his mind—the large window, the lavender fragrance, the breeze moving through her hair… and her voice.

Who are you?

Just two words.

And somehow, those two words had unsettled something inside him.

He entered his room but stopped near the window.

Hands in his pockets. Jaw tight.

He was irritated with himself.

He couldn’t understand it.

A girl.

He had met her once.

He barely knew her name.

Then why was her face so clear in his mind?

Why did the peace of her gallery feel stronger than the darkness of his own home?

He closed his eyes, trying to steady himself.

But instead, her presence only became stronger.

Abeer opened his eyes again, exhaling slowly.

His voice came out lower than usual.

“What is this…”

And for the first time, he had no answer.

That night, the mansion was exactly the same.

Only Abeer wasn’t.

Abeer stood near the window, but his thoughts refused to stay in one place.

Without meaning to, one thought kept returning.

Did she go home?

He frowned at himself immediately.

Why did that matter?

It was late. She must have left by now.

Still… the thought stayed.

Had she locked the gallery? Was she alone? Was she even aware that she had unsettled someone without trying?

Abeer looked away, annoyed by the direction of his own mind.

But it was too late.

He was already thinking about her.

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At the same time, Harshita was still at the gallery.

The last streak of color had dried on the canvas. She carefully arranged her brushes, closed the paint jars, and cleaned the corner of her work table the way she always did.

Then she turned off the lights one by one.

The gallery slowly sank into evening silence.

She walked to the glass door, locked it, and stepped outside.

The weather had changed. The air was cooler now, carrying the scent of flowers from the small garden near the entrance.

Harshita paused there for a second.

She looked at the sky, took a slow breath, and let the cool air settle against her skin.

But somewhere, that strange moment from earlier still stayed with her.

That stranger.

Those intense eyes.

The way he had looked at her like he was seeing something he didn’t understand.

She shook the thought away, unlocking her phone.

Her fingers moved over the screen as she started walking down the quiet path, half focused on something in her phone, half lost in her own thoughts.

She didn’t notice how empty the road had become.

And she didn’t know—

far away, in a house filled with darkness, someone was still wondering whether she had reached home.

Harshita kept walking, her eyes still on her phone for a moment, the cool evening air brushing against her face.

Then she slowed.

Something felt wrong.

Footsteps.

Not loud… but close enough to make her aware she wasn’t alone anymore.

She looked up.

A few men had appeared behind her without her noticing. Their presence closed in too quickly, their steps matching hers until they were no longer just behind her—they were around her.

Harshita stopped.

Her fingers tightened around her phone, but her face stayed calm.

She lifted her eyes and looked at them directly.

One of them stepped in front of her, blocking the narrow path.

Then another moved to the side.

Her way was closed.

The soft evening around her suddenly didn’t feel soft anymore.

Harshita’s expression changed—still composed, but colder now.

She straightened slightly, voice firm.

“Move.”

No fear. No hesitation.

The men looked at each other but didn’t step away.

One of them smiled in a way that immediately made the air feel wrong.

Harshita’s jaw tightened.

Her grip on the phone became stronger, but she didn’t step back.

She said it again, this time sharper.

“I said move.”

Still… no one moved.

And for the first time that evening, the quiet road around her started to feel dangerous.

One of the men took a step closer, a crooked smile on his face.

He looked at Harshita and said casually, like it was a joke only he understood—

“There’s a hotel nearby… want to come?”

The words had barely left his mouth when another voice cut through the air.

Sharp.

Cold enough to freeze everyone where they stood.

“What did you just say?”

The men turned instantly.

Abeer was standing a few steps away, his expression unreadable—but the danger in his eyes made the air feel heavier.

He walked closer, slow, controlled, each step louder than the silence around them.

His gaze stayed fixed on the man who had spoken.

Then his voice dropped even lower.

“You’re asking her to come with you?”

Abeer stopped in front of him, eyes hard enough to make the man step back without realizing.

“There’s a graveyard beside this road.”

His tone remained calm.

That made it worse.

“Go there.”

A pause.

Then he leaned slightly closer, voice barely above a whisper—

“I’ll bury you there myself.”

The man’s face changed instantly.

The smirk disappeared.

The others stepped back too, finally understanding they had chosen the wrong person.

Harshita stood where she was, stunned for a moment.

She had recognized him the second that voice reached her.

The same stranger from the gallery.

But here, under the fading evening sky, he looked completely different.

The calm was gone.

This was something darker.

More dangerous.

Abeer didn’t even look at Harshita yet.

His eyes remained on the men.

And somehow, the silence after his words felt more terrifying than if he had shouted.

Before Harshita could say anything, Abeer moved.

One step.

Then another.

And without even looking at her, he placed himself in front of her, shielding her completely behind him.

The movement was so natural, so instinctive, that even he didn’t pause to think about it.

Harshita stood still, suddenly seeing only his back between her and the men.

Broad shoulders. Controlled posture. The kind of stillness that looked more dangerous than violence.

Abeer’s expression remained cold, unreadable.

But his eyes—

they were dark enough to make every man there freeze.

Because everyone knew who he was.

Abeer Singhania.

A name people didn’t say casually.

A name that came with consequences.

The men looked at each other, panic rising in their faces.

Abeer’s voice came out low.

Quiet.

But every word carried threat.

“Run.”

No one moved.

His jaw tightened slightly.

Then he took one slow step toward them, and his voice dropped further.

“I said leave.”

The silence stretched.

Then his gaze sharpened, and the last of his patience disappeared.

“Get out of here before I kill every one of you.”

No shouting.

No raised voice.

Just a cold promise.

That was enough.

The men stepped back instantly, stumbling over themselves before turning and leaving without another word.

Within seconds, the road was empty again.

Only the wind remained.

And Harshita—still standing behind Abeer, close enough to feel the quiet rage radiating from him.

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