I stopped calling my Jaan from last night. My Angel. My Queen in this cursed existence.
Not because she wasn't all those things to me, but because I thought giving her space might ease the turmoil she felt. I wanted to respect her wishes, let her breathe.
But I underestimated myself.
The distance was unbearable, a sharp knife digging deeper into my chest with every second. Each tick of the clock felt like a lifetime, a void that only her presence could fill. My world had revolved around her since the moment I saw her, and now that she was gone, it felt like my entire existence was crumbling.
This morning, as I opened my laptop, my entire world came to a halt.
The tracker in the pendant I had given her-a gift meant to keep her close and safe-now showed me that she was gone.
Not just gone from Megha's house. Gone from Delhi.
My eyes narrowed as I traced the blinking dot on the map. Bangalore. She was there now, miles away from me, thinking she could escape my world, escape me.
But she didn't understand.
My Jaan was too fragile, too innocent to navigate this cruel, merciless world. A world filled with monsters in disguise, predators lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce on someone like her.
She didn't know how to protect herself. But I did. And I wouldn't let her face it alone, even if she hated me for it.
"Ved!" I barked, my voice echoing through the quiet room.
Vedant walked in moments later, his calm, composed presence grounding me momentarily. He looked at the screen I shoved toward him without a word.
"She's in Bangalore," I said, my tone sharper than I intended.
Vedant studied the tracker for a moment before glancing back at me. "She's running, Ash. Trying to find her own space, her own life. You knew this might happen after she found out the truth about you."
My jaw tightened. "I didn't expect her to leave the city. To leave me without a single word."
"You can't blame her," Vedant replied, crossing his arms. "Your world isn't hers, Ash. She's scared. She's trying to process everything you've thrown at her."
I slammed my fist on the desk, my voice rising. "She doesn't know what she's walking into! She doesn't know the kind of threats that exist out there!"
Vedant didn't flinch. He never did. "And chasing her across the country? What do you plan to do, Ash? Drag her back here? Force her to stay?"
"No." The word came out sharp and cold. "I won't force her. I won't show myself to her until she's ready. But I'll never leave her alone. I'll follow her, protect her, shield her from every threat-even if she doesn't know it."
Vedant sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "This sounds more like obsession than protection."
"It's both," I said without hesitation. "She's my obsession, Ved. My purpose. My Angel. I'll destroy the world for her if I have to. And if you can't accept that, then stay out of my way."
Vedant held my gaze for a long moment before nodding. "As you wish. I'll prepare the jet."
The Journey to Bangalore
The hum of the private jet filled the cabin as I stared out the window, watching the city lights of Delhi fade beneath us. My thoughts were consumed by her-her laughter, her stubbornness, the way her eyes lit up when she was happy.
And the way they dimmed when she looked at me after discovering the truth.
She hated me now. I could see it in her eyes, feel it in her every word, her every action. She blamed me for dragging her into this world, for shattering the illusion of normalcy she had once clung to.
But she didn't understand. She didn't know how cruel this world was. She didn't know the lengths I'd go to protect her from it.
Vedant's voice broke through my thoughts. "We'll land in Bangalore in an hour."
I nodded, my gaze still fixed on the dark horizon. "Everything's ready?"
"Everything," he confirmed. "I've arranged for a secure location near her address. You'll have eyes on her at all times."
"Good," I said, my voice low and resolute.
Vedant hesitated before speaking again. "Ashtram... if she doesn't come around, if she chooses to stay away from you, what will you do?"
I didn't hesitate. "Then I'll protect her from the shadows. She may hate me, Ved, but I'll never stop watching over her. She's mine, whether she accepts it or not."
Vedant didn't respond, but his silence spoke volumes.
The Arrival in Bangalore
The city lights of Bangalore greeted us as the private jet touched down on the tarmac. The moment the plane stopped, I was on my feet, my body thrumming with urgency.
Vedant had already arranged for everything. A flat had been secured in the building opposite hers, a vantage point that allowed me to keep an eye on her without being seen.
As the car sped through the bustling streets of Bangalore, my mind raced. She was here, in this city, thinking she was free of me. But she wasn't. She would never be.
The apartment was perfect-spacious, luxurious, with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a clear view of her building. From the moment I stepped in, my focus was on one thing: her.
I walked to the window, my eyes scanning the building across the street. The lights in her flat were on. She was home.
My chest tightened at the sight, relief washing over me in a wave so intense it almost brought me to my knees. She was safe, for now.
"Surveillance is in place," Vedant said from behind me. "Cameras are set up around her building. You'll have a live feed at all times."
"Good," I said, not taking my eyes off her window. "And security?"
"I've stationed men around the area. They'll keep a low profile, but they're close enough to intervene if anything happens."
I nodded, my gaze fixed on the light in her window.
Vedant's expression softened slightly, though his eyes remained calculating. "You're walking a fine line, Ash. Just make sure you don't push her too far."
I didn't respond. He didn't understand. He couldn't.
Watching Over Her
The night stretched on as I sat by the window, my eyes never leaving her flat. The light in her window flickered as shadows moved across the room. She was there, so close yet so far.
I watched as she moved around her flat, oblivious to the eyes watching over her. She looked tired, as though the weight of the world was pressing down on her shoulders.
My heart ached at the sight. She didn't deserve this pain. She didn't deserve the darkness I had dragged her into.
But I couldn't let her go.
I leaned back in my chair, my gaze still fixed on her window. The city buzzed around me, but it all faded into the background. All that mattered was her.
I would protect her. I would keep her safe, even if it meant staying in the shadows for the rest of my life.
Because she wasn't just my obsession.
She was my salvation.
And I would destroy anyone who dared to take her away from me.
I found myself growing restless, my thoughts never straying far from her. My eyes never left the window, even as the hours passed, the faint glow from her apartment providing a distant, comforting reassurance. She was still there. She was still safe-for now.
But something within me stirred, an ache so intense, it felt like it was tearing me apart from the inside. I craved her. Every part of her.
I longed for the warmth of her arms, the way she would hold me when she was close. Her touch had always been a comfort, a balm to the chaos inside me. Her scent-soft and intoxicating-haunted me, clinging to my senses even when I was nowhere near her. I could almost smell her now, the faint trace of jasmine and the sweet scent of her skin, as though she were standing right in front of me. It made my chest tighten, the longing nearly unbearable.
I remembered the way her hands felt against my skin, how she would trail her fingers across my chest, sending waves of heat through my body. I could still feel the softness of her fingertips as though they were brushing against me now. And her voice-soft, yet commanding. It could drive me to madness.
I ached for the sound of her laughter, the way it would light up a room, how it would echo through the air, soothing my soul in ways nothing else could. Her voice was a melody that could cut through the darkness of my existence, but now, all I had were memories of it.
Her presence was everything. It was the fire in my cold, lifeless world. Without her, I was nothing.
I closed my eyes for a moment, and remembered our lovely kisses. The kiss had been soft at first, hesitant, yet filled with an intensity that matched my own. And when her body had pressed against mine, when she had given herself to me completely, I knew I was lost.
I was a man who had everything, yet without her, I had nothing. I was empty, incomplete.
The cravings were only growing stronger, a relentless pull that tightened around my chest with every passing second.
I wanted her. Needed her. More than I needed air to breathe.
But she was so far from me now, hiding from me, trying to erase the bond we shared. She was running, thinking she could escape the pull of my obsession.
But I would not let her go. I couldn't.
Her arms. Her touch. Her scent. Her voice.
They were mine.
And I would do anything to have her back in my arms. To claim her, to remind her of the passion that once existed between us. To make her understand that no distance could ever sever the connection we had.
I was waiting, watching, and ready.
For when she was ready to come back to me.
And when she did return, I would make sure she understood there would be no more running. No more hiding. I would never let her slip from my grasp again, no matter how much she tried to push me away.
I would envelop her, body and soul, until every part of her was intertwined with mine. Her heart would beat in sync with mine, and her every breath would echo with the same rhythm. I would claim her in ways that would leave no room for doubt or escape-her body, her mind, her very essence would be mine.
She thought she could escape my shadow, that she could disappear into a world without me. But I would follow her, always. When she came back, I'd ensure she knew there was no world outside of me-there was only us. And I would consume her, piece by piece, until nothing remained but the undeniable truth of our bond.
Her arms would be where I would find my peace, her scent the only thing that could ground me. I would trace every inch of her skin, every curve, every flaw, and I would make them mine. The soft whispers of her voice, her laughter, her tears-they would be mine to protect, to cherish, to own.
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