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he manhunt had begun.

Vinay wasn’t just furious — he was surgical. His half-brother Rishaan had tried to kill Anaya. Now, every mafia contact, every Raichand man on payroll, was given one order:

“Find him. Or don’t come back.”

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Later that evening…

Anaya stood by Vinay’s side at a private mafia gathering in an elite lounge — high above the city, music low, threats whispered in velvet.

All the mafia heirs were there. Eyes flicked to her, some with curiosity, some with hunger.

One man — Vikrant Moretti, from the Italian syndicate — stepped too close.

“She’s beautiful,” he murmured. “Too soft for a man like you.”

Vinay didn’t smile.

He wrapped an arm around Anaya’s waist, tugged her back into his chest and said, voice like a knife,

“She’s not soft. She just moans when I choke her.”

Anaya gasped softly.

Vinay’s fingers slid possessively up her thigh, under her slit saree, brushing the inside of her thigh in front of everyone.

“You’ll never know how sweet she tastes when she’s scared of how much she wants it.”

The men went silent.

Power. Fear. Obsession.

Vinay had made his point: Anaya wasn’t for sale. Not even for fantasy.

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Later that night…

Back in the penthouse, Anaya was in his closet when she knocked over an old briefcase.

It spilled.

Papers. Photos. Blood reports.

One name repeated over and over:

Dr. Aashna Rao.

Last person to see Vinay’s wife alive.

Anaya blinked.

This woman wasn’t just a doctor — she was Amrita’s personal friend.

Why would she treat Vinay’s wife? Unless… she’d been poisoned long before the shooting.

Anaya clutched the folder — and that’s when Vinay entered.

He saw the file.

Saw her.

And went completely still.

“You went through my past,” he said.

“I found it by accident.”

His jaw clenched. “So now you dig through my ghosts?”

“I’m trying to help you!”

“I don’t want help. I want obedience.”

He grabbed her wrist, hard. “You want to know what punishment feels like when you cross me, jaan?”

Anaya’s heart raced.

“Yes,” she whispered.

And just like that — the fire lit in his eyes.

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The Punishment: Silk & Ice

He dragged her to the bedroom.

Tied her hands behind her back with black silk rope — tight, smooth, perfect knots that showed he’d done this before.

Then pushed her onto the bed, chest down, ass up.

“Don’t move,” he growled. “I want you begging.”

He came back holding a small bowl of ice.

Her body tensed.

“You talk too much,” he murmured.

Then placed a single cube against her inner thigh.

She gasped — the cold shocking against her heated skin.

He dragged it upward… slowly.

Across her hip.

Down between her ass cheeks.

Over the puckered star of her ass.

She shuddered.

“You’re wet already,” he said darkly.

The next cube he slid between her folds, watching her squirm, cry out.

Then his tongue replaced it — hot against the chill — licking her until she screamed.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he growled, smacking her ass hard.

“Yours!” she moaned.

“Louder.”

“YOURS, VINAY!”

Then he slammed into her from behind — hard, deep, unforgiving.

Every thrust jolted the ropes against her wrists.

Every moan earned her another smack, another ice cube melted on her skin.

He flipped her over, kissed her rough, then slid a cube across her nipples.

They hardened instantly, and he sucked one deep into his mouth, biting just enough to make her cry out.

“Only I get to ruin you,” he whispered against her lips.

“You already have,” she gasped.

He kept going. Kept pushing.

Until she was wrecked, raw, soaked in sweat, moaning his name like a prayer and a curse.

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After…

He untied her gently, cradling her wrists with a softness that made her ache more than the ropes.

She lay on his chest, panting.

“Why does it feel like you punish me for loving you?” she whispered.

He stared at the ceiling.

“Because if you ever stop,” he said, “I’ll burn.”

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The text came at 3:03 AM.

From an unknown number.

A video. Just ten seconds.

Anaya. Bound. Crying.

A man’s voice:

“You stole from us, Raichand. Time to take what’s yours.”

Vinay crushed the phone in his hand.

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Somewhere in an abandoned textile mill…

Anaya’s head was throbbing. The rope around her wrists was cutting into her skin. Her lips were cracked. And the bastard who took her — Rishaan’s man — had been circling her like prey.

“You think he’s coming for you?” he sneered. “You’re just another plaything for him. He’ll replace you in a week.”

She spat in his face.

And then—gunshots.

Screams.

The lights went out.

And then… silence.

She heard his voice next.

"Agle minute tak tu zinda raha, toh samajh lena main mar gaya hoon."

One shot. Then a wet, ugly thud.

Vinay stepped into the flickering light, his coat soaked with blood. Eyes feral. Chest rising with rage.

Anaya sobbed. “Vinay—”

He dropped the gun. Stormed to her. Untied her slowly, but his hands were trembling.

She collapsed into his arms.

“I told you,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers. “I told you not to leave me. Ab dekho… kya haal bana diya tum ne mera.”

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Soft Hindi song begins playing in background

Song: “Tera Yaar Hoon Main” (from Sonu Ke Titu Ki Sweety)

(as Vinay carries Anaya out of the blood-soaked warehouse)

“Tujh mein rab dikhta hai, yaara main kya karun…”

“Tere liye duniya chhod di hai… tujh pe hi saans aake ruke…”

She clung to him like he was the only thing left alive in her world.

And maybe he was.

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Back at Raichand Estate…

Vinay took her not to her room, but to the forbidden basement — a space no one was allowed in.

A massive iron cage stood in the center. Soft silk pillows. Dim lights. Cold metal chains on the wall.

“Where are we?” she whispered.

“My hell,” he murmured. “Now yours too.”

He stripped her, slowly. Carefully. Kissed every bruise. Then cuffed her hands to the chains. Above her head.

“You want to feel safe?” he asked.

“I’ll make you feel owned instead.”

And then he claimed her.

Hard. Deep. Brutal.

She was suspended in chains, her legs wrapped around him. His hands everywhere — mouth on her neck, tongue teasing her nipples, ice cubes trailing over her skin before he bit into her soft spots and replaced pain with pleasure.

“Vinay…” she gasped, “I can’t—”

“You can. You will. Because I’m not letting you go.”

She shattered in his arms, screaming his name, shaking with release, and he didn’t stop.

Didn’t let her stop.

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After…

He uncuffed her. Held her in his lap in the center of the cage.

Her voice was soft. “Why do you hide this part of you?”

He looked down at her. For once — broken.

“Because when I love, I destroy.”

Her breath caught.

“My wife didn’t just die. She begged me to protect her. I was too late. She died thinking I didn’t care.”

Anaya touched his chest. “You care now.”

“That’s the problem,” he whispered.

“I care too much. For you.”

Silence.

Then her soft voice:

(Then break me, Vinay. Just don’t leave me.)

——————

To be continued.