7. RED RUBY

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

I HOPE THIS YEAR COMES TO YOU WITH MANY MANY HAPPINESS.

LOTS OF LOVE FROM MY SIDEEEE.

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VIKRAM SINGH RAJVANSH'S POV

My huge body hovers his petite figure on my SUV, while I caress his face and says,"You didn't slap me. Should I take it as an invitation, Mr. Little prince?"

His face starts to get flush, his cheeks starts to appear red like apple on his snow like skin.

"If you won't say anything, I will take that as a yes".

He tries to push me with his whole force, but it doesn't seems to work too much as I just moved two inches backward.

Sometimes I am proud of all the workouts I did in the past.

I intentionally move backward by 2 steps as he raises himself from his car and look back into my eyes with his puppy face.

I guess I should leave, this much shock is enough for today.

"I will see you later, little prince.

By the next time, I need your answer on your tongue, Got it?"

I say as i ruffle his hair.

I swing my leg over my bike, settling onto the seat with a fluid motion. The leather creaks beneath me, and I feel a rush of adrenaline as I grasp the handlebars.

I glance up, catching sight of Vyom standing across from me, his eyes fixed on me with an unmistakable blush.

He's lost in thought, his mind a thousand miles away. I take a moment to appreciate the sight, my heart skipping a beat.

I am totally insane over this man.

That look on his face - it's like he's seeing me for the first time.

As if sensing my gaze, Vyom's eyes snap back to mine. Our gazes lock, and for an instant, time freezes.

I see the flutter in his chest, the rapid rise and fall. His cheeks deepen to a rich crimson.

I flash him a sly wink, my lips curling into a mischievous grin. His eyes widen, and he looks away, his face aflame.

Chuckling to myself, I slip on my helmet, the visor descending like a shield. I rev the engine, feeling the bike roar to life beneath me.

"Soon, little prince," I mouth, though he can't hear me.

With a final glance at Vyom's reddening face, I release the brake and roll out, leaving him standing there, lost in the whirlwind of his thoughts.

As I ride away, the wind whipping through my hair, I feel invincible.

Vyom's still on my mind, though. That blush. That look.

Very soon! Little prince.

You will come crawling back to me, no one can help you escape me.

*Evil laugh in mind*

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I step into my penthouse, the soft click of the door closing behind me echoing through the silence. This is my sanctuary, my secret heaven.

No one knows about this place, not even my family. Here, I can shed the weight of my public persona and be myself. The actual headquarters of Rajvansh empire, from where I lead the things.

Rajveer might be the leader but I am the pillar that he can't sustain with.

Even tho that asshole would never agree to it.

I make my way to my study, the soft glow of the floor lamps illuminating the black interior of my room. My eyes scan the space, taking in the familiar surroundings. Everything is just as I left it... or so I think.

As I settle into my master chair, my gaze falls upon my desk. That's when I notice it. My paperweight, a rare red ruby, is out of place. It's usually positioned precisely at the corner of my desk, a deliberate placement to balance the energy of the room.

But now, it's off-center. A fraction of an inch, perhaps, but enough to catch my attention. A shiver runs down my spine. Someone's been here.

My mind races with possibilities. Who could have accessed this penthouse? I've taken every precaution, ensured that only I have the key. Has someone breached my security?

I lean forward, my eyes scanning the room more closely. Everything else appears to be in order. No signs of disarray or tampering.

But that ruby... it's more than just a paperweight. It's a symbol of my power, a reminder of my legacy. And now, it's been disturbed.

A sense of unease settles in, my instincts on high alert. I need to know who's been here, and why.

I pick up the ruby, weighing it in my palm. The cool, smooth surface feels reassuring, but my mind is already racing with scenarios.

Who dare trespass on my private domain?

I set the ruby back in its original position, my eyes lingering on it. This isn't over.

I rise from my chair, my eyes still fixed on the ruby, my mind replaying the tiny disturbance. I glide over to my book rack, the leather-bound volumes seeming innocent enough. But I know better.

I slide out a particular book, its title - "The Art of War" - fitting for the secrets it conceals. Within the hollowed-out pages, a small, sleek security camera lies hidden.

I extract the camera, its compact size belied by its advanced technology. My thumb brushes against the power button, and the device springs to life.

The footage unfolds on the camera's tiny screen, displaying a timestamp from earlier today. I fast-forward through the stillness, my penthouse's silence punctuated only by the occasional creak.

Then, a figure appears.

My grip on the camera tightens. The intruder moves with caution, scanning the room. Their face remains obscured, but their movements betray a sense of urgency.

They approach my desk, their gaze scanning the surface. My documents, my papers - everything seems to be in order. But they're searching for something.

The figure opens drawers, riffles through files. Their actions grow more frantic, as if time is running out.

Suddenly, they freeze, sensing something amiss. They retrace their steps, ensuring everything is as they found it.

The figure vanishes as swiftly as they appeared, leaving my penthouse in the same state as when they entered.

I rewind the footage, re-examining the intruder's actions. What were they seeking?

Their methods suggest professionalism, but their haste implies desperation.

I replace the camera within the book, my thoughts whirling. Who is this person? What do they want?

For now, I'll keep this to myself. But I'll be watching, waiting.

The ruby paperweight catches my eye once more. Its significance extends beyond mere aesthetics.

This isn't over.

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~to be continued