Kanika’s breath came in ragged gasps, each step heavy as her feet pounded against the earth beneath her. The woods around her were a blur — dark, menacing, and unyielding. She could hear the rush of blood in her ears, her heart thundering, faster than her footsteps, but she couldn’t stop. She couldn’t let them catch her.

The pain in her chest and legs was unbearable. She was so tired… so weak.

Suddenly, her foot caught on something hidden in the underbrush, and she crashed to the ground, the world spinning around her. A sharp pain shot through her skull, and her vision blurred. She tried to stay conscious, but the weight of it all was too much. Her body betrayed her, and her mind spiraled into darkness.

When she finally opened her eyes, the world was no longer familiar.

The soft light from a distant, flickering candle illuminated the strange room she was in. It was cold, sterile, almost clinical. Her pulse quickened as panic clawed at her chest — where was she? What was happening? This wasn’t the forest. This wasn’t the world she knew.

And then, a voice.

A voice so familiar, so haunting, it sent a chill down her spine.

“Are you awake?”

Kanika froze, her heart skipping a beat. She knew that voice. It was a voice that haunted her nightmares, a voice that made her skin crawl with a mixture of dread and longing. Alviero Valore.

He was the last person she ever expected to hear in this place.

The next words he spoke made her breath catch in her throat.

“Do you know how much I got scarred when you disappeared?”

Scarred? He was the one who scared others, who controlled lives like they were mere toys. How dare he say he was scarred by her absence?

Kanika tried to push herself up, but the pain in her body was overwhelming. Her muscles screamed in protest, her legs shaking as she collapsed back onto the cold floor. Every inch of her body felt battered, bruised — injured in ways she couldn’t even comprehend.

Before she could gather herself, a pair of strong hands gripped her, lifting her effortlessly. She gasped as she was cradled in his arms. His touch was not gentle — it was possessive, commanding.

She met his gaze, the darkness in his eyes like an abyss she couldn’t escape.

“Whether you want it or not, believe it or not,” he said, his voice low and dangerous, “your life is mine now.”

Her heart pounded in her chest. The weight of his words hit her like a slap.

She had no choice. Her life was no longer hers.

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