She Belongs To Me
Mumbai's night skyline stretched before me, a dazzling mirage of wealth, dreams, and illusion. From the penthouse balcony, the city looked almost peaceful-almost. But beneath those shimmering lights, I knew what truly lurked in the shadows. Lies. Betrayal. Greed. A hunger that could never be satisfied.
I took a slow sip of whiskey, the burn crawling down my throat, but it wasn't enough to drown the storm inside me. The weight of the empire I built, both the one the world saw and the one hidden in the underworld, rested heavy on my shoulders.
To the public, I was Rahul Singhania, Asia's most powerful businessman. A man who owned pharmaceutical industries, hospitals, high-end restaurants, and elite bars. The name that echoed in boardrooms and financial reports. The man every investor wanted to shake hands with.
But in the dark?
In the underworld, I was XRX.
A name without a face. A legend built on silence, fear, and death.
Those three letters were enough to make the strongest men cower. Because if you ever saw an XRX marked near you, it was already too late. You were dead.
I never wanted this life. Never asked for it.
But I was given two choices, become the hunter or be hunted. And I made my decision long ago.
Now, I was untouchable. A ghost in the criminal world. No one had ever seen my face, and that was the greatest weapon I held. Fear of the unknown.
Yet tonight, despite all the power I wielded, my mind was consumed by just one person.
Ishani.
The fiery journalist with too much curiosity for her own good. The woman who was determined to expose the secrets of the underworld, oblivious to the fact that she was chasing me.
I clenched my jaw, gripping the glass tighter.
"She should have stayed away."
She had no idea the kind of world she was poking her nose into. No idea what monsters roamed the darkness she was so desperate to uncover.
And yet... I couldn't let her go.
I leaned against the balcony railing, the city lights painting a golden glow on the surface of my whiskey.
I should have ignored her. Should have let her run in circles, chasing shadows until she realized how foolish she was being.
But I couldn't.
Because from the moment she crossed into my world, I knew one thing, she was mine.
She didn't know it yet. Didn't understand that every step she took, every risk she took, every time she defied the danger surrounding her, she was only pulling herself closer to me.
Closer to the point of no return.
A smirk tugged at my lips.
"She's fearless... but she doesn't know what she's up against."
She was relentless, stubborn, maddeningly reckless. The kind of woman who didn't know when to back down. And that was what fascinated me.
Most people either feared me or worshipped me. She did neither. She looked danger in the eye and dared to challenge it. Dared to challenge me.
I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply.
"I should push her away before it's too late."
Before she got too deep. Before she got hurt.
But the truth was, it was already too late.
Because I was obsessed.
The thought of another man looking at her, touching her, being close to her, it ignited something primal inside me. She didn't belong to them. She didn't belong to the world.
"She belonged to me."
But bringing her into my life... into my real life... would require patience. A few well-placed moves. The right words at the right time.
A game I knew how to play better than anyone.
I picked up my whiskey again, swirling the golden liquid as I stared out at the city.
"It won't be long now, Ishani."
She thought she was hunting the truth.
She had no idea she was already ensnared in my world.
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