The city was louder that day.
But inside Kabir Rajvansh's world… everything still felt distant.
Even power.
Even fear.
Even control.
Because his mind kept returning to one place he had forbidden himself from going.
Meera Verma.
He stood inside his office, staring at a map of territories, deals, and enemy zones.
Yet none of it mattered right now.
His phone buzzed.
Once.
Twice.
He ignored it.
Because for the first time…
he was losing control over his own thoughts.
"Boss," his trusted man entered carefully, "there's movement in the northern deal. They might attack tonight."
Kabir nodded once.
"Handle it."
A pause.
Then colder—
"And keep everything away from civilian zones."
His man hesitated.
That order wasn't new.
But something about Kabir's tone felt different lately.
As if there was one specific civilian he was trying too hard to protect.
Far away…
Meera was having a normal day.
Or at least she tried to.
Classes. Friends. Laughter she forced.
But her eyes kept drifting toward windows.
Toward roads.
Toward black cars that might not even exist.
She was angry at herself now.
Why am I thinking about him so much?
He ignored her.
He didn't know her.
He didn't care.
At least… that's what she told herself.
But fate is cruel in small ways.
That evening, Meera stayed late at college library.
Empty corridors. Dim lights. Quiet footsteps.
She sighed, packing her bag.
Then stopped.
A sound.
Footsteps behind her.
She turned.
Nothing.
But her heart beat faster.
She walked out quickly.
Outside…
A black car stood across the street.
Her breath froze.
For a moment… she thought she saw him.
Inside.
Watching.
Protecting.
Or maybe… controlling.
But when she blinked—
It was gone.
Only silence remained.
Meanwhile…
Kabir stood in a burning warehouse raid miles away.
Gunfire echoed.
Men shouted.
Orders were given.
But Kabir's focus was sharp, deadly… efficient.
Yet in the middle of chaos…
his mind flickered again.
Her face.
Her eyes in the rain.
Her confusion.
Her innocence.
And it made him hesitate for half a second.
A dangerous half second.
"Boss!" someone shouted.
Kabir snapped back instantly, firing without mercy.
The moment passed.
But the feeling didn't.
Later that night…
He returned to his mansion, blood on his sleeves, silence in his steps.
He stood in front of the mirror.
And for the first time…
he looked tired.
Not physically.
Emotionally.
He whispered into the empty room—
"I'm not supposed to think about you."
A pause.
His jaw tightened.
"But I already am."
And somewhere across the city…
Meera lay awake too.
Staring at the ceiling.
Thinking of a man who never came close…
yet never truly left her mind.
Two lives.
Two worlds.
One dangerous distance between them…
that felt more like love than silence.
To be continued… 💔