Chapter 93 Drugged And Dangerous
He enters the room quietly. I’m sitting on the bed, speaking on the phone. There’s a calmness in my voice as I talk to Mrs. Shobha, who has just landed safely in England. I’m asking about her well-being, trying to keep my tone normal.
Samar sinks silently onto the sofa beside me. I sense his presence and instinctively try to get up, but in that very moment, he catches my hand. His face is etched with melting intensity, his voice soft and full of remorse.
“Sorry… please don’t stay upset. I can’t bear your anger,” he whispers.
My throat tightens. The sting of his scolding from yesterday still hurts. I lower my eyes and say in a faint, cold voice,
“Leave it… I don’t want to talk.”
Those words slash through his heart. Without a second thought, he pulls me close and places me gently on his lap. His eyes carry nothing but guilty love as he whispers again,
“Sorry… just give me one more chance.”
I lift my gaze to him. In his eyes, I see all the truth and sincerity that words have failed to convey. And no matter how hard I try, I can never stay away from him for long. Overwhelmed by a sudden rush of emotions, I throw my arms around his neck and break down in tears.
The anger between us melts away, washed clean by our tears. The room fills with a deep, healing silence—two hearts that could never remain apart have found each other again.
But elsewhere, at the very same time, Vihan’s night is taking an opposite turn.
He brings his car to a sharp stop outside a glowing nightclub. The night is dark, neon lights flicker wildly, and the pounding music echoes from inside. His eyes are bloodshot, his face dripping with fury. His body burns with a storm he can no longer hold back.
Without a word, he storms inside. Each step is heavy with anger. His gaze locks immediately onto one figure at the bar counter: a girl in a short skirt, a shimmery top, her face painted with makeup, and her eyes glinting with a cunning sparkle.
That girl is none other than… Drishti.
Vihan’s steps grow faster as he approaches her. His face is as cold as stone, his eyes fixed sharply on hers. The moment Drishti spots him, a poisonous smile spreads across her lips, as though she’s been waiting for this encounter.
That smile looks sweet on the surface, but underneath it is venom. Her expression carries only one thing: revenge, manipulation, and a dangerous game.
At the bar, she sits in a glittery top and a short skirt, her face lit up with that same sly, poisonous smile, the kind that always hints at some hidden scheme. The moment Vihan reaches her, she turns her gaze to him and, with a teasing softness, says,
“So you finally came… my darling.”
But his heart is boiling with rage. He wastes no time, his voice cuts sharp,
“Why were you messaging me? What do you want now? You and that cursed sister of yours have already ruined everything!”
His words carry both pain and anger, but Drishti’s expression doesn’t waver. If anything, she leans in closer, her voice taunting, as though she enjoys his fury,
“I’m not letting go of your family, Vihan. Not now, not ever. There’s still more left for you to see… But forget all that for tonight. Come. Let’s have a drink.”
That only stokes the fire in him further. His voice rises, harsh and impatient,
“Shut up! I don’t want it. Just tell me what the hell you want!”
But Drishti is always a master of manipulation. She catches his hand, insisting with a silky tone,
“Sit down.”
Vihan yanks his hand away instantly, his face twisted with disgust.
“Drishti! Don’t push me. Don’t mess with my mind!”
But she only smirks deeper, reaching for a glass filled with golden beer and sliding it toward him, her eyes glinting with malice.
“Fine then… just one drink. Only one. After that, I’ll tell you exactly what needs to be done.”
His chest heaves with anger. Judgment clouded, emotions boiling over, he doesn’t think. Without hesitation, he snatches the glass from her hand and downs it in one single gulp.
The glass hits the counter with a loud clink as he sets it down. In that very instant, Drishti’s lips curve into a sharp, venomous smile. Her eyes glow with a wicked brilliance, like a predator watching its prey stumble into the trap.
And Vihan… he feels it. A sudden heaviness in his head. His vision blurs, the club lights swirling into dizzy streaks. His breath quickens, his pulse pounds in his ears. He presses his palm against his forehead, and his body sways, collapsing into the chair beside him.
Inside the villa, a calm and peaceful night is unfolding. I have fallen asleep in Samar’s lap. My loose hair brushes gently against his hands, and I feel the softness of his touch as he caresses them. There’s a strange sense of peace settling over me, and the innocence on my own face, reflected in his eyes, feels like the greatest comfort in the world.
But that peace is suddenly broken by a sharp knock at the door. I feel Samar shift slightly and hear him carefully lay me on the pillow, covering me with a blanket. Then he steps outside and shuts the door behind him.
I hear his voice from the other side as the conversation unfolds. The tension in his tone makes my heart skip a beat.
Standing there is Samar’s bodyguard. His face is tense. Hesitating for a moment, he says, “Sir, something has gone wrong at the club. Something serious has happened with Vihan sir. We strongly suspect that… he’s been drugged.”
A sharp worry flashes through me at the sound of his words. He want to call out, to know more, when a sudden crash comes from behind me like a vase shattering against the floor.
He turn and see Rimjhim standing there, her eyes brimming with tears, her face full of panic. She runs toward Samar, in a trembling, heavy voice, she cries, “Where is Vihan ji? Please… I need to go to him!”
TO BE COUNTINUE...!!!