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The sound of laughter filled the university courtyard, but Inaaya barely heard it. Her mind was still tangled in fragments of that dinner — the way he had looked at her, like he could see every thought she hadn’t spoken.
She shook the memory off.
“Stop thinking about him,” she muttered, clutching her books closer.
Zara, her best friend, nudged her. “You’ve been zoning out all morning. What’s up?”
“Nothing,” Inaaya said too quickly. “Just… tired.”
Zara narrowed her eyes. “Tired or haunted?”
Inaaya gave a weak laugh. “Can’t it be both?”
Before Zara could answer, a black Mercedes slowed near the gate. A man in a crisp suit stepped out and walked directly to her.
“Miss Mehra?” he asked. “Mr. Vardhan sent your father’s car for you. He asked me to ensure you reach home safely.”
Inaaya blinked. “What? Why would he—”
But the man only said, “Sir’s instructions.”
Zara’s jaw dropped. “Who is Mr. Vardhan?”
Inaaya forced a smile. “No one.”
But her stomach twisted. She hadn’t told her father where she’d be. And yet Vikrant knew.
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That evening, she stormed into her father’s study.
“Papa, why is Mr. Vardhan sending cars for me?”
Rajeev looked up, surprised. “He didn’t mention that. Are you sure?”
“Yes!” Her voice cracked with frustration. “He’s… watching me, I think.”
Meera entered, raising a brow. “Watching you? Inaaya, don’t be dramatic. Men like Vikrant don’t have time for that.”
Inaaya’s pulse thudded. “You don’t know him.”
Before anyone could respond, her father’s phone buzzed. He frowned, reading the screen. “Speak of the devil… It’s him.”
He answered, tone polite. “Ah, Vikrant. Yes, she reached safely. Thank you—”
He paused, listening. His brows drew together.
“Yes, of course. Tomorrow evening? I’ll bring her.”
He hung up slowly.
Inaaya stared at him. “Bring me where?”
Rajeev sighed. “He invited us for dinner at his villa.”
Her stomach turned cold. “I’m not going.”
Her father hesitated. “Inaaya, he’s our client. Don’t make this complicated.”
“Complicated?” she said, voice trembling. “Papa, he’s—he’s crossing lines.”
But Rajeev was already distracted by another call.
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That night, she couldn’t sleep.
Every shadow on her window felt like his gaze.
And she wasn’t wrong.
Across the city, Vikrant Vardhan stood on his penthouse balcony, phone in hand, watching the city lights like a king surveying his empire.
On his screen, a security feed flickered — university gates, a café, her building.
His voice was calm when he spoke.
> “Keep the guards close, but don’t let her see them. No one touches her. No one follows her but us.”
“Understood, sir,” his man replied.
He ended the call and stared out into the night.
He didn’t understand what this pull was — only that it was growing.
Every time he thought of her, his control slipped.
And Vikrant Vardhan didn’t lose control. Ever.
He whispered her name to the wind — like a secret, like a threat.
> “ Inaaya
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The Devil's Claim ||•
Mystery / ThrillerGenre: Dark Romance · Obsession · Forced Marriage · Soft Burn Setting: Istanbul, Turkey - between glass towers, moonlit palaces, and secrets. Vibe: He fell first and hard. She's trapped between fear and fascination.
