Possessive Shadows
The tires screeched as the car came to a sudden halt.
Akhil stepped out slowly, his boots clicking on the road as the guards scattered to investigate.
“Boss,” Dev called, pointing ahead, “someone’s on the ground… it’s a woman.”
Akhil’s gaze fixed on the still figure under the harsh beam of the headlights. Her body lay in silence, clothes torn, blood trailing down her forehead.
The guards exchanged nervous glances.
Akhil didn’t move.
His voice, low and calm, broke the silence.
“She’ll be nothing but trouble.”
The guards looked at one another, unsure if he meant to help or walk away.
Then, suddenly, he said, “Look at her.”
Dev knelt near her, checked her pulse. “Boss… she’s alive.”
That was all it took.
Akhil stepped forward—slowly, silently. He crouched beside her, his eyes studying her face, brushing aside a bloodied strand of hair.
He paused. His breath hitched.
Something flickered in his eyes—recognition? Shock? Even he wasn’t sure.
Then he saw it.
Half-hidden beneath the torn scarf on her neck, tangled in blood and dust—a mangalsutra.
His eyes locked onto it. That thread of marriage. That sign of a woman’s vows. Covered in blood, but still there.
He didn’t know her. But something… something gripped him.
Without another word, Akhil gently lifted her into his arms. Her body was cold, limp, yet peaceful. The guards froze. None of them had ever seen him this close to anyone—especially not a stranger.
His voice was quiet, but sharp as a blade:
“Arrange the team doctor in the mansion. Now.”
Dev didn’t question him.
As Akhil carried her toward the car, the night didn’t feel silent anymore. It felt like the beginning of something…
Something that even he couldn’t control.
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