Urvi's eyes sparkled with anticipation as she leaned against the rock, Mihir's limp form propped against it. She was about to deliver him to the one person who would finally recognize her worth.
But before she could savor the moment, Mihir's voice cut through the air, low and husky. "Who's the lucky recipient of my presence?" he drawled, his eyes flicking open to pin Urvi with a piercing gaze.
Urvi's smile faltered as she spun around, her eyes widening in shock. Mihir was standing, his white shirt hanging open, his chest visible beneath the torn fabric. He dusted off his sleeves with a careless gesture, his eyes never leaving hers.
For a moment, Urvi was speechless, her mind reeling with the unexpected turn of events. She stared at Mihir, her eyes locked on his, as if trying to will him back into unconsciousness. But Mihir just stood there, his gaze holding hers, a hint of amusement playing on his lips.
Mihir's eyes locked onto Urvi's, a smirk spreading across his face. "You're shocked, right?" he said, his voice laced with amusement. "I'm Mihir Kashyap. Did you think it's easy to kidnap me or make me fall unconscious?"
Urvi's face was a picture of stunned surprise, her eyes wide with shock. Mihir's words dripped with confidence, and he leaned back in his seat, his eyes glinting with triumph.
"Nothing escapes my eyes," he said, his voice low and menacing. "Not done."
As he spoke, a flashback unfolded, revealing the moments leading up to the present scene. In the private suite at the farmhouse, Urvi had added a potion to the champagne, her movements swift and precise. But Mihir, seated on the couch, had caught her actions in the mirror's reflection, his eyes narrowing as he watched her.
When Urvi handed him the glass, Mihir had pretended to take a sip, but instead, he stored the liquid in his mouth. As Urvi turned away, he spat it out, his movements swift and silent. He pretended to faint, his body slumping against Urvi, who had caught him with a smile of triumph.
But Mihir had been playing a role, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And now, as he sat facing Urvi in the jungle, he knew he had the upper hand.
The flashback faded, and Mihir's eyes locked onto Urvi's once more. "You underestimated me," he said, his voice cold and calculated. "Big mistake."
Mihir's smirk grew wider as he leaned back in his seat, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Now that I've told you how I tricked you," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance, "it's your turn to spill the beans, sweetheart. Why have you been playing the girlfriend card when it's clear you've got other attention?"
He raised an eyebrow, his gaze piercing as he studied Urvi's reaction. "You're not exactly subtle, are you? I've seen the way you move, the way you plan. You're not just some innocent girl caught up in a whirlwind romance. You've got an angle, and I'm curious to know what it is."
Mihir's voice was laced with a rockstar's confidence, his words dripping with a bad boy's swagger. He was used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted it, and he wasn't about to let Urvi's secrets slide.
"So, Urvi," he drawled, his eyes never leaving hers. "What's the game? What's the payoff? And who else is in on it?"
Urvi's expression shifted, a calculating glint appearing in her eyes. "It seems I have no reason to pretend anymore," she said, her voice steady. "So, I'll tell you. The person I'm working for is... Maha Daayan Mohana."
Mihir's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze piercing. For a moment, he just stared at her, his expression unreadable. Then, a low, husky word escaped his lips: "Interesting... very interesting."
Teju's feet pounded the pavement as she ran down the deserted road, desperation clawing at her chest. She scanned the horizon, her eyes frantically searching for a taxi or cab, but the road was empty.
Just as she thought she'd lost all hope, Sunehri emerged from the shadows, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity. "No one can save you," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "Not a human, nor a demon, nor a god."
Teju didn't hesitate, turning on her heel and sprinting in the opposite direction. She didn't get far, crashing into a solid wall of muscle as she collided with Sahir.
Strong arms wrapped around her, holding her steady as she gazed up into Sahir's concerned face. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, time stood still. "Sir," Teju breathed, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.
Sunehri's eyes widened in shock as she stared at Sahir, her face frozen in surprise. For a moment, she seemed to forget about her sinister intentions, her gaze fixed on the scene unfolding before her.
Meanwhile, Teju had wrapped her arms around Sahir, holding him tightly in relief. Sahir's arms instinctively closed around her, holding her close as he gazed down at her face.
The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the warmth of each other's presence. Teju's face was pressed against Sahir's chest, and he could feel her heart racing with fear and relief.
As they stood there, the tension between them dissipated, replaced by a sense of comfort and familiarity. It was a romantic moment, one that spoke volumes about the connection between them.
Sunehri's shocked expression slowly gave way to a calculating gaze, her eyes narrowing as she took in the intimate scene before her. She seemed to be reassessing her plans, her mind working overtime to adjust to this new development.
Still holding Teju close, Sahir's gaze shifted to Sunehri, his eyes flashing with anger. They darkened to a silver storm, and with a swift motion, he raised his hand, unleashing a wave of magic that sent Sunehri flying backward.
The air seemed to ripple with energy as Sunehri was hurled away, her body arcing through the air before she vanished into the darkness.
Teju, still wrapped in Sahir's arms, remained blissfully unaware of the magic that had just been unleashed. She was too caught up in the relief of being safe, her face still pressed against Sahir's chest.
Just as Sahir's magic dissipated, the sky above them opened up, and rain began to pour down. The droplets fell heavily, drumming against the pavement and soaking the pair in seconds.
But Sahir and Teju didn't move, still locked in their tight hug. The rain plastered their clothes to their bodies, and their hair was soon drenched, but they just stood there, holding each other.
The romantic moment was heightened by the rain, their bodies warm against each other as the cool water cascaded down around them. Sahir's eyes never left Teju's face, his gaze burning with intensity as he held her close.
Mihir's laughter was low and husky, his eyes glinting with amusement as he said, "Mohana, the same witch who bound me to her will, the same witch who took my father's life, sent you to fetch me? How... intriguing." He clapped his hands together, the sound echoing through the jungle. "The problem, my dear, is that if she wants me that badly, she should have the decency to come herself."
Urvi's face remained impassive, but a flicker of irritation danced in her eyes. "Mohana doesn't sully her hands with petty matters," she said, her voice dripping with disdain.
Mihir's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes flashing with mockery. "Petty matters?" he repeated, his tone laced with sarcasm. "You think I'm a trivial pursuit?"
Urvi's expression didn't change, but her voice took on a slightly sharper tone. "I'm capable of taking you to her."
As she spoke, her body began to shift, her form unfolding like a dark flower. Her nails elongated into razor-sharp claws, her feet twisted backward, and her hair coalesced into a single, sinuous braid. Her eyes blazed with an unearthly light, turning a piercing yellow as she revealed her true nature. "I'm a Daayan," she hissed, her voice like a snake slithering through grass. "Mohana's loyal servant."
Mihir rubbed his hair, a nonchalant smile spreading across his face. "Oof, I've had sex with a witch several times," he said, his voice dripping with taunts. "And I have to say, you're not bad. But a loyal servant of Mohana's? That's just perfect. You're just a pawn in her game, aren't you?"
Urvi's face contorted with rage, her eyes blazing with fury. "You dare to mock me?" she spat, her voice venomous.
Mihir's smile only grew wider, his eyes glinting with challenge. "I'm not mocking you, my dear," he said, his voice husky with amusement. "I'm just stating the obvious. You're a servant, a tool, a means to an end. And I'm the prize, aren't I?"