The night Shimla was wrapped in sinful silence —
The kind of silence that carried stories of danger...
and the kind of darkness that hid the deepest desires beneath its cold shadows.
The wind howled through the deserted roads...
but little did the mountains know —
Tonight... the biggest sin was about to happen right under their nose.
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Amaira Malhotra had no idea...
that she was about to write her own first crime scene...
without even pulling the trigger.
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Continuity from Chapter 6
Amaira stepped out of the car hurriedly... her breath uneven as the cold breeze brushed against her flushed face.
Her heart was still trying to process the shock...
How the hell did he know her address?
She glanced back —
The black Range Rover stood still...
His sharp honey brown eyes burning into her like a silent warning through the tinted window.
He knew she was curious.
He knew she wanted to ask.
But she didn't.
Instead —
Amaira swallowed her questions...
"Weirdo monster."
She muttered under her breath and quickly disappeared behind the Malhotra Mansion gates.
Little did she know...
This was just the beginning of how deep this weirdo monster had already marked his territory around her —
without even touching her.
Time Skip — Three Days Later
It was night...
The moon hung low in the sky —
witnessing the wildness that was about to unfold beneath it.
Amaira stood in front of the mirror...
Her reflection staring back at her —
Black leather jacket zipped halfway down...Black skinny leather pants hugging her curves...
Pointed toe heel boots clicking against the floor...
Those soft wavy locks flowing freely down her back...
Her hazel eyes sparkled with a dangerous mischief...
This was not the usual sweet Amaira Malhotra...
Tonight —
This was Amaira Malhotra — The Secret Street Racer Queen.
The door creaked open, and Rocky's voice echoed from behind.
"Damn sister... you're looking like a walking danger sign."
Amaira smirked —
"Then pray that I don't crash anyone's ego tonight."
With that... she grabbed the car keys of her black Mustang GT —
The only secret she ever kept from her parents.
Only Riya and Rocky knew about her secret obsession for illegal car racing.
"Let's burn some tracks."
She whispered under her breath...
And the little sunshine girl walked straight into the lion's den —
without knowing that tonight...
A certain lion was already waiting in the shadows...
to burn for her.
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At the Race Game...
The whole place was vibrating with loud music...
Neon lights flashing...
Engines roaring like hungry beasts...
Amaira stood beside her black sports car —
leaning casually...
Her hazel eyes scanning the crowd lazily...
If only she knew...
There was already one pair of honey brown eyes...
burning through the crowd...
watching her every single breath.
Reyansh Singhania didn't come here to play...
He was sitting in the VIP area as the Chief Guest —
all cold and commanding in his black suit...
He wasn't even looking at the races.
He was looking at her.
Reyansh POV
What the hell is she doing here?
And who the f**k is that guy standing so close to her?
The little devil was laughing...
flipping her soft wavy hair...
while that guy was leaning closer...
Too close.
Reyansh's jaw clenched.
He clenched his fist tightly.
In this moment if he grabbed someone's hand or neck his ...bone—would've been crushed into dust by now.
He didn't know what this feeling was...
Possessiveness?
Jealousy?
He only knew one thing —
He wanted to break that guy's face...
and lock Amaira in some secret place where no one could ever look at her again.
"Enough."
He muttered coldly...
and stood up from his seat —
The devil himself was now walking straight into the chaos.
Author POV
The moment Reyansh's eyes darkened...
the whole atmosphere shifted.
He was moving towards her like a storm —
Slow... Dangerous... Inevitable...
Amaira was still laughing at Rocky's joke...
when suddenly she felt something.
That same heavy presence...
That same burning intensity crawling up her skin...
Her smile froze midway...
And then she saw him —
Walking straight towards her...
Like a predator who had just spotted his prey after three days of unbearable hunger.
Her heart skipped —
What the hell was he doing here?
Amaira shifted on her feet nervously —
But before she could react, a strong hand gripped her wrist —
Hard.
"What the hell—"
Her voice cut off when she was yanked towards a hard chest —
Reyansh POV
There she was...
Standing so damn close...
With those hazel eyes wide in shock...
Lips slightly parted...
Breath uneven...
Wrapped in black leather —
Looking like every sin he ever wanted to commit...
But that wasn't what made his blood boil.
It was the fact that she was standing with that guy —
Laughing...
Flipping her hair...
Acting all cute...
While he had been losing his f**king mind for three whole days.
His jaw clenched tightly —
"Who's this guy, Amaira?"
Amaira blinked at him in pure confusion —
"Excuse me?"
"Don't fking act smart."**
He gritted out —
his grip on her wrist tightening just a little...
"I asked — who's this guy?"
Amaira's jaw dropped...
Was he seriously questioning her like some jealous husband?
Rocky raised both hands awkwardly —
"Bro... I'm her cousin brother, chill—"
Reyansh's head snapped towards him —
"Did I fking ask you to speak?"**
Rocky's soul literally left his body for three seconds 😭💀
Amaira's eyes narrowed...
"Hey! Don't talk to him like that! He's my brother!"
Reyansh's deadly gaze flicked back to Amaira
"Oh... brother?"
Something flickered in Reyansh's honey brown eyes.
Relief.
But it disappeared so fast that Amaira almost thought she imagined it.
Instead, his eyes dropped to her outfit — the black leather jacket hugging her curves, the slim-fit pants, and those ankle boots clicking on the ground like she belonged in some action movie.
And for the first time ever...
Reyansh Singhania lost his breath.
But of course, the arrogant bastard masked it behind his usual cold glare.
He leaned down closer —
his nose brushing against her hair as he whispered darkly...
"Good...
At least I don't have to bury anyone tonight."
Amaira's breath caught in her throat...
What the actual hell...
"Planning to get yourself killed tonight, Angel?"
"None of your business, Mr. Grumpy." Amaira crossed her arms, tilting her head. "What are you doing here anyway? Came to bless the poor souls with your rude face?"
Reyansh's jaw clenched hard.
God... this little brat knew exactly how to poke his last nerve.
He leaned down slowly — dangerously close — his hot breath brushing against her soft hair.
"I don't need to bless anyone... they kneel at my feet willingly."
Amaira's heart skipped again — but she quickly covered it up with an eye roll.
"Yeah, yeah... Mr. God Complex 101."
Rocky choked beside her, trying to hold his laughter.
Reyansh's head snapped towards him like a loaded gun.
Rocky immediately zipped his mouth.
Smart decision.
Amaira bit her lip, holding back her giggle.
The air between her and Reyansh was crackling... intense... suffocatingly hot.
Neither of them backing down.
Neither of them looking away.
"You like playing with fire, don't you?" Reyansh's voice dropped lower — like a dark promise.
Amaira's lips curved up.
"Only if the fire is scared of getting burnt."
Oh, she really didn't know what she was messing with.
His eyes darkened... dangerously.
Possessive.
Jealous.
Uncontrollable.
Before Amaira could blink, Reyansh's long fingers wrapped around her wrist — not hurting, but just enough to remind her who the hell he was.
"You want to race?" His voice was like velvet wrapped around steel. "Fine... let's make it interesting."
Amaira's breath caught.
He leaned down — his lips brushing so close to her ear that her whole body heated up.
"If I win... you're mine."
Amaira's hazel eyes widened, heart slamming into her ribs.
"But if I win—"
"I'll kneel in front of you." Reyansh's smirk was pure sinful darkness. "On one leg."
Amaira's lips parted.
Oh, he really didn't expect her to win, huh?
Arrogant... cocky... rude...
Her weirdo monster.
Amaira pulled her wrist back and looked him straight in the eyes.
"Deal." She smirked, flipping her hair like the little devil she was. "Hope your knees are flexible, Mr. Singhania."
For the first time ever...
Reyansh's sinful lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile.
Oh... the bastard was enjoying this.
Both their cars lined up at the starting line.
The crowd went wild.
Amaira's heart was pounding against her ribs — but she refused to let him see.
Reyansh's sharp jaw clenched behind the steering wheel, those h
oney brown eyes locked on her through the window.
She was the first person who dared to challenge him... ...and he secretly loved every second of it.
"Ready to lose, Angel?" His deep voice echoed through the walkie-talkie.
Amaira smirked.
"Only if your fragile ego can handle kneeling at my feet, Mr. Grumpy Singhania."
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To be continued....
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