I ran out of that big company as fast as my legs could carry me. The yellow dress was flapping around my legs, but I didn’t care. My heart was beating so loud I could hear it in my ears. I didn’t stop until I reached the small park near my colony. I dropped onto the cold bench and pulled my knees to my chest, making myself as small as possible.

I was shaking like a little girl who had just seen a ghost.

Tears wouldn’t stop coming. They kept rolling down my cheeks, hot and fast. My breathing was all shaky and small, like I was about to cry out loud but was too scared to make any sound. Every little noise around me — a leaf moving, a dog barking far away — made me jump and look around with big, scared eyes.

I felt so tiny. So helpless.

Like a five-year-old who got lost in a dark market and couldn’t find her mother.

“Why is this happening to me?” I whispered to myself, my voice sounding small and broken. “What did I do wrong? I just went there for a job… I didn’t do anything bad…”

I remembered everything again and my stomach twisted with fear.

The way Aryansh stared at me when I fell. The way his eyes moved over my wet saree like he was eating me with his eyes. The way he said “change your clothes before you run” in that low, scary voice. The way he grabbed my wrist and pulled me close. The way he whispered those words near my ear…

I hugged my knees tighter and rocked a little on the bench, just like I used to do when I was small and scared of thunder.

“I’m so scared…” I cried softly. “He is so big… so powerful. He has money, he has big connections. If I go to the police, what will happen? They will listen to him, not to a girl like me. He will say I’m lying. He will destroy my family. Papa is not well , Everyone will blame me…”

Fresh tears fell faster. I wiped them with my trembling hands, but more kept coming.

“I can’t tell anyone… I can’t even tell Kian. What if he thinks I’m dirty? What if he stops talking to me? I’m so alone… I feel so small… like a little girl who can’t protect herself.”

I looked down at the expensive Christian Louboutin heels on my feet. They looked so pretty, but they made me feel even more scared. He had put them on me without me knowing. He could do anything. He could reach me anywhere.

My phone buzzed again with his messages and the bank notifications. Every buzz made me flinch like someone had touched me.

“I just want to go home and hide under my blanket,” I whispered, crying harder. “I want to be safe. But… will I ever be safe again? He knows where I live. He changed my phone. He can see me whenever he wants…”

I felt so ashamed. So dirty. Even though I didn’t do anything wrong, the way he looked at me and touched me made me feel like it was all my fault.

“I’m just a normal girl… I don’t belong to his world. Why me? Why is he doing this to me?”

I sat there for a long time on that cold bench, hugging myself tightly, crying like a scared little girl who didn’t know how to escape the monster.

And the worst part?

Deep in my heart, I knew he wasn’t finished with me yet.

He was still out there.

Watching.

Waiting.

And I had nowhere to hide.

<[Elle🥀: Mini got up, wiped her tears, and then said to herself, I am not like everyone else, I am weak, but I will not give up.]>

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.✨College library

Mini was shifting all the books in the library, and she was completely alone.

The silence felt unnatural - too still, too empty. Only the soft hum of the warm lights and the quiet rustle of pages filled the space. The wooden shelves gave the library an aesthetic, but right now... it felt haunting.

Mini pulled out her phone, thinking to take a selfie or maybe call Kian.

The moment she clicked a picture, completely unaware, that photo got saved somewhere else too. Some had hacked everything - her gallery, her hidden albums, her contacts, even her front and back camera. He was looking at her live... as if she belonged to him.

And then her phone vibrated.

"You looking mine in this normal outfit..

And don't think you are alone in this library.

My eyes on you.

- A 🥀"

Her breath stopped.

Her face went completely white.

A cold shock ran through her spine so hard her hands started trembling.

How did he know what she was wearing?

How did he know where she was standing?

How did he... see her?

Her eyes darted around every corner of the library - the windows, the tall shelves, the shadows.

"Is he here?

Where is he?"

Her heartbeat was hammering against her chest, louder than her breath.

She decided to run.

But the moment she took one step-

D A A M M -

The sound echoed through the entire library, bouncing off the wooden shelves loudly enough to choke her breath.

Someone had entered.

And closed the door.

Mini froze.

Her heartbeat wasn't just fast - it was painful.

Her entire chest felt tight, her throat dry, her palms cold. She could hear her own soft breathing but even that sounded too loud in this silence.

She crouched, moving slowly, desperately trying to escape...

Then she saw it.

A shoe.

A man's shoe.

Heavy. Black. Leather. Expensive.

Just standing there.

Her whole body went stiff.

She dropped to the floor instantly and crawled behind the long wooden table. She hid herself completely, pulling the chairs around her to cover every edge. Her fingers pressed against her own mouth - she was scared that even her breath might expose her.

All she could see was the pair of leather shoes.

They were moving.

Searching.

Looking for her.

Her heart felt like it would break out of her ribcage. Every tiny clack of the shoes made her muscles tighten even more. She held her breath painfully, eyes wide, body curled in fear.

Suddenly...

The footsteps stopped.

The shoes turned - slowly - in her direction, like he could smell her fear, like he already knew she was hiding there.

And then...

He started walking toward her.

Step by step.

Slow... deliberate... hunting steps.

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The shoes stopped right in front of the table.

A shadow fell over her hiding place-long, dark, unmoving.

She could smell his cologne now.

Cold. Expensive. Familiar.

A single finger traced the tabletop above her head... slow... like he was petting the wood where her cheek pressed only seconds ago.

Then his voice

-low, amused, inches away:

"Found you, little kitten."

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To be continued....