The Contract I Never Read
Saanvi Arora
This is for the internship, right?
My fingers trembled slightly as I held the pen. The contract looked strange no logo, no job title. Just bold legal words and a blank space for my name.
Aarav Virani
Private support role. Tasks are flexible. Just keep your Wednesdays free.
That detail wasn’t in the email.
Why was his tone so calm, so… practiced?
Aarav Virani
(smiling faintly)
You’ll find out in time.
He stood, sharp and smooth in his suit like someone who never needed to explain himself.
He didn’t even glance back as he walked away. Like he already owned the outcome.
And stupidly… I signed.
[One Week Later – Wednesday | 6:42 PM | Unknown Mansion]
A black car picked me up from my hostel.
The driver didn’t speak. The gates we passed through were massive. Cold. Dead silent.
And when I stepped inside… I felt the weight of something I couldn’t name.
Saanvi Arora
(whispers)
What is this place?
The hallway was made of black marble and silence. No staff. No sound. Just a soft ticking… somewhere behind the walls.
Then I heard footsteps.
Saanvi Arora
(spins around)
You tricked me.
Aarav Virani
You signed the contract.
Saanvi Arora
I thought it was an internship!
You said I’d get references, mentorship-
Aarav Virani
(cutting her off)
And you will.
But first, you fulfill your end of the agreement.
He stopped just a few feet away from me. Calm. Collected. Every movement deliberate.
My heart was thudding in my ears, but his was a sea of stillness.
Saanvi Arora
I didn’t agree to be your… your whatever this is!
Aarav Virani
(eyes flickering downward)
You’re trembling.
I stepped back. He didn’t follow.
But I could feel the pull. Like he was made of gravity and I was just something spinning out of orbit.
Aarav Virani
(pulls a paper from his coat)
Clause 6: Obedience without refusal.
Clause 8: Weekly private attendance to the signatory.
Clause 11: Breach will result in expulsion.
Saanvi Arora
(eyes widening)
This is illegal.
Aarav Virani
(shrugging slightly)
It’s university-backed.
You’re on scholarship, aren’t you?
Break it and you lose everything.
My stomach twisted.
He wasn’t just manipulating me. He had planned this.
Line by line. Detail by detail.
Aarav Virani
(takes a step forward)
You’ll come here.
Every Wednesday.
Aarav Virani
(voice lower now, gaze pinned on her)
Because I want to see what you’ll do.
Because you interest me.
My breath caught. His tone wasn’t mocking. It was worse genuine.
Like I was a puzzle he’d decided to dismantle piece by piece.
This wasn’t an internship.
It was a trap.
And I had walked straight into it.
She signed her freedom away.
But what exactly did he want from her obedience… or something else entirely?
✨ Next: Chapter 2 – The Man Behind the Curtain
A locked door. A photo that shouldn't exist.
And a name from her past whispered by the last man who should know it.
Will she expose him… or fall deeper into his game?
Comments
Butteryliscious
seems like he was fully prepared
2025-07-07
2
xuan
dangggg!! waiting for next part!!
2025-07-10
0
Ayaan Ch
daamn ✨️ 🙆
2025-07-08
0