The city of Nithya's town had no idea a storm was about to enter its quiet streets. At exactly four in the afternoon, a convoy of five black SUVs and ten motorcycles moved like a shadow over the road. Four cars ahead, four behind, ten motorcycles flanking the sides. And in the middle… Aryan.
He didn't speak. He didn't need to. His minions knew his every thought before he even acted. Precision. Control. Fear. That was his world. That was Eagle.
Aryan's eyes were fixed on the girl walking out of her college gate. Nithya. Calm. Beautiful. Unaware of the predator watching her every step. She glanced briefly at the convoy, a teasing smirk on her lips.
Aryan's chest tightened. That small smile had the power to ignite a fire he couldn't control. He stepped out of the middle car, black suit flawless, hair perfect, aura cold, ruthless, and commanding. The guards flanked him silently, moving like shadows.
"Good afternoon, Nithya," he said, his voice smooth, calm, but deadly.
She tilted her head slightly, meeting his gaze without fear. "Good afternoon, Mr. Deshmukh," she replied, soft, polite, teasing.
Aryan's jaw tightened. That calmness, that courage—it infuriated him. It fascinated him. No one had ever dared look at him like this.
"You are dangerous," she said lightly.
"And you," he said, stepping closer, "are mine."
Her lips curved faintly, almost smiling. "You think it's that simple?"
"No," Aryan said coldly, eyes never leaving hers. "Nothing about me is simple. Nothing about you will be either."
The tension crackled like electricity. Students passed by silently, sensing the storm, but none dared interfere. The convoy formed a living wall around them—a silent warning that no one could interrupt this meeting.
"I don't belong to anyone," Nithya said softly.
"You do now," Aryan replied, voice like steel. "And soon, you'll understand that resisting me is impossible."
She tilted her chin, her gaze playful yet calculating. "We'll see about that."
The small exchange ended, but the game had begun. Aryan returned to the middle car. Engines hummed, motorcycles flanked the convoy, four cars ahead, four behind. The streets were silent, like the city itself was holding its breath.
By night, Aryan sat in his massive Seoul mansion, overlooking the city lights from the 45th floor. Guards moved silently, cameras monitored every angle, and the quiet hum of the mansion reminded him that he ruled everything… except her.
That thought was dangerous.
He poured a glass of water and stared at the skyline. Calm, ruthless, cold—Eagle never let anything slip. But Nithya had ignited something he could not ignore. Her calm defiance, her teasing, her intelligence—they all made him hunger for more.
His phone buzzed. A message from his men in India: "Family meeting scheduled. Parents expect you. Prepare for the next step."
Aryan smiled faintly, a dangerous curve of his lips. The next move was his. The game was intensifying. He would bring her into his world, whether she liked it or not.
And Nithya… she had no idea how far Eagle could go for what he desired.