𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧:𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑎𝑞𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑟

Author POV

The silence in the mansion was loud.

Not a soul moved.

Everyone—Safiyah Begum, the servants, the guards—stood frozen just outside the study room, breaths held, eyes wide with fear.

From inside, the sound of shattering glass echoed again. Another crash. Another scream of broken furniture.

No one dared to step in.

Safiyah Begum flinched hard as the sharp sound of a mirror breaking pierced the air.

Her hand clutched her chest.

Someone whispered a prayer under their breath.

And then—

Click.

The door creaked open.

All eyes turned.

Their worst fear stepped out.

Wajdan Haider Shah.

His eyes—bloodshot and burning.

His white shirt—stained faintly with blood.

And his hand… bruised, swollen, and bleeding, knuckles torn like he’d been fighting walls.

But his face?

Cold. Blank. Untouched by pain.

Everyone backed away instinctively, like prey sensing a predator.

Without saying a word, he looked at them. That deadly stare—sharp, unreadable, and heavy with rage.

Then, without a sound, he turned and walked to the living room, collapsing onto the sofa like he hadn't just wrecked the entire study room behind him.

And the room?

It looked like a battlefield.

The glass table? Shattered.

Bookshelves? Torn apart—books scattered, pages ripped, some even burned at the corners.

A vase lay in pieces across the floor, soaked in ink that had spilled from the desk.

The mirror above the fireplace? Cracked in spiderwebs, reflecting the chaos like a ghost.

This wasn’t just anger.

This was a storm.

And Wajdan Haider Shah was the eye of it.

No one spoke.

No one moved.

Because in that house, even fear had learned to whisper.

The living room was still drowned in silence when she arrived.

Maha stepped into the haveli, her dupatta fluttering slightly with the breeze, her wide brown eyes scanning the unfamiliar space. She looked like a misfit in the chaos—soft, untouched, unaware of the storm she was walking into.

She had no idea what had just happened.

No idea who he was.

No idea that all the eyes now shifted from Wajdan’s bleeding hands… to her.

She blinked.

Took a hesitant step forward.

That’s when he saw her.

Wajdan Haider Shah lifted his eyes lazily from his lap… and time stilled.

His rage paused.

His breath caught.

There she stood, at the threshold of his storm, a girl with laughter in her soul and innocence in her eyes.

She wasn’t supposed to walk in now.

But fate never asked for permission.

She took another step forward, concern painting her face the moment her eyes caught sight of his bloody hand.

“Are you… hurt?” Her voice was soft. Too soft for this house. Too soft for him.

Everyone held their breath, expecting him to shout, to snap, to ignore. But he didn’t.

Instead, his brows twitched slightly.

And then—he stood up. Fast.

“No,” he said sharply. His voice wasn’t angry. It was... worried. His eyes weren't on her face anymore—they were on the floor.

“Maha—don’t move!”

She froze. “Why?”

“There’s broken glass everywhere,” he said, his voice suddenly deep and strained, laced with something unfamiliar. Panic.

Before anyone could react, Wajdan walked past his own pain, his bleeding hand forgotten, and reached her. Without asking, without a word—he lifted her up gently by the waist and carried her off the floor.

Gasps filled the room.

Maha’s heartbeat spiked. “What are you—?”

“Don’t speak,” he muttered, jaw clenched. “You could’ve stepped on it. Are you insane?”

She blinked at him, stunned. No one had ever scolded her and protected her in the same breath.

And no one—no one—had ever looked at her the way he just did.

He sat her down safely on the sofa, his eyes scanning her feet like he could see through skin. His touch rough, but careful.

In that moment, he wasn’t a sardar.

He wasn’t heartless.

He wasn’t a storm.

He was just a man—terrified at the thought of a soft girl bleeding.

And Maha?

She didn’t speak. She just stared at him.

Because this wasn’t the man everyone warned her about.

This was something else.

Something dangerous.

Something broken.

And without knowing how or why—

She wanted to fix him.

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Hey guys!

I hope you’re all just as excited for this story as I am!

Trust me, their journey is going to be something special.

It’s not just a love story—it’s an emotional rollercoaster waiting to unfold.

Stay tuned…

And until the next update,

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