His hand grabbed my throat, bloodshot eyes staring down at my blue-hazel ones. Tears threat at the corners of my eyes, but they know better not to fall.
A dangerous tone, sharp as a broken glass, laced with hatred breaks off this suffocating silence.
"Stay away from my family."
"Afraid I'll uncover something depraving, Mr. Rathore?"
Those eyes spark with amusement, but only for a moment, as he masks them back.
"Don't be too aplomb, little spartan. You are finding coal in gold mines."
"Still the fear Mr. Rathore?"
"Don't ignite my rage, Hanitra."
"And you don't push me to my limits, I'll burn you."
"Fine," he says suddenly stepping back, his hands leaving my neck. "Three Months."
"Huh?" confusion undoubtedly visible on my face. I hate how me makes me show emotions, too easily, too vividly.
"I give you three months to finish this stupid investigation. Three months to dig, to twist, to try and unearth what isn't there. If we turn out guilty, burn us alive, burn down my empire, I won't flinch; but if we don't...."
A pause. One second, two, three
"You'll marry me, for all the lengths you'll make me go, you'll pay with a lifetime.."
"What?" but he doesn't reply, only piercing my soul with his dark gaze.
"Aren't you confident that we are culprits? What happened? Doubts, Miss Hanitra?"
Never, I don't doubt myself, everyone but my own self.
You are doomed to fall Mr. Rathore. I'll make you.
"Be it then, Mr. Shivaay Singh Rathore. I win and I'll take you to the public tying you to justice; you win and take me to the temple, tying to you forever."
"Deal." The shoe tapping echoes in the room as he departs off.
And in the silence that followed, something shifted. Not fear. Not surrender.
What did you just stake Hanitra?
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