🖤 Chapter 1: The Light That Irritated Him
“Sir, the traffic isn’t moving.”
Adheer Malhotra didn’t even blink at the driver’s words.
From the back seat of his black bulletproof Mercedes Maybach, he stared at the mess outside — a pile of honking vehicles, blinking hazard lights, and sweating faces trying to peek over the chaos.
> “Call the guards. Tell them to clear the road. I don’t give a damn what caused this.”
The driver hesitated.
Wrong move.
> “Do I look like I asked for your opinion?” Adheer said calmly, but his tone sliced like a blade.
The man fumbled for the phone.
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Inside the luxury, Adheer sat like royalty — legs crossed, cuffs sharp, watch ticking on time with his heartbeat: controlled and ruthless.
Twenty-six years old. Six feet tall.
Dusky skin. Sculpted jaw.
Six-pack abs beneath a tailored suit.
And eyes—dark brown, unreadable, and unfeeling.
He didn’t tolerate delays.
He didn’t believe in kindness.
He didn’t repeat orders.
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Minutes passed. Nothing moved.
Adheer’s eyes twitched.
He opened the car door himself — ignoring the heat, ignoring the whispers, ignoring the guards now running behind him.
> Power, he believed, wasn’t something you showed. It was something people felt when you walked past.
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And then he saw her.
She was kneeling beside a little boy whose forehead bled.
Not a doctor. Not a medic. Just… a girl in a simple long top and fitted pants, her hair tied back, a folded handkerchief pressed gently to the child’s wound.
> “I’m here, sweetheart. Look at me. Breathe. Close your eyes — we’ll count together.”
The boy’s eyes, once soaked in terror, now sparkled faintly. Just watching her made him feel safe.
She wasn’t crying. She wasn’t panicking.
She was... calm. Present. Glowing.
Among broken glass, blood, and screaming sirens — she shined.
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A paramedic rushed in, breathless.
> “Thank you, miss. We were short-staffed—”
> “It’s okay. I just helped,” she said softly, offering a tired smile and getting up slowly.
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Adheer's brow furrowed.
> No name. No reward. No reason. Why would anyone help?
People only did things for gain.
Everyone had a price.
But she...
She irritated him.
Her softness was too loud.
Her light — too bright.
> “Find out who she is,” he told his guard coldly. “And break her.”
He turned, walked back toward his car.
> Let’s see what it takes to destroy something so... pure.
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💌 Author's Note
Hey reader! 💫
I’m a brand-new writer stepping into this beautiful world of storytelling. If you felt even a single chill while reading Adheer’s coldness or a tiny tug at your heart watching Maheer’s kindness — then my words did their job.
I’d love to hear what you felt! 🖤
Please touch the heart, leave a comment, or tell me what you think. Your reviews mean the world to this newbie soul.
🌪️ Something is coming.
She doesn’t know it yet, but her soul has already been sold
Love,
Crimson Pen 🖋️✨
(where emotions bleed onto paper )
