12. HIS PLAN

VIKRAM SINGH RAJVANSH'S POV

I watch Vyom's eyes widen as he takes in the opulence of my penthouse, a satisfied smile spreading across my face. My plan is working. He's here, in my home, and he'll be staying here with me.

I feel a sense of triumph. It wasn't easy, manipulating events to bring Vyom to this point. But it's worth it.

My mind flashes back to the conversation I had with Marco, my childhood friend and associate. I asked him to act suspicious around Vyom, to make him feel uneasy and vulnerable. And Marco, ever the loyal friend, agreed without question.

"Just make him feel like he's in danger, Marco," I instructed. "I want him to feel like he needs my protection."

Marco nodded, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Consider it done, Vikram. But just to clarify, what's the endgame here?"

I smile, my eyes glinting with amusement. "That's need-to-know, Marco. And you don't need to know. Just trust me, and do as I say."

Marco nods, his expression serious. "I trust you, Vikram. But be careful. You're playing with fire here. Love is not easy as your chess games, it doesn't work on manipulation."

I laugh, a cold, mirthless sound. "I'm not afraid of getting burned, Marco. I'm afraid of losing what I want. And what I want is Vyom Rajput."

Now, as I watch Vyom explore my penthouse, I feel a sense of satisfaction. I've taken the first step in making him mine. And I'll stop at nothing to keep him.

I lead Vyom to a spacious bedroom with a massive king-size bed, a sly smile spreading across my face. "This will be our room," I say, my voice low and husky.

Vyom's eyes widen in surprise, and he takes a step back, his face flushing with embarrassment. "Our room?" he repeats, his voice trembling slightly.

I nod, my smile growing wider. "Yes, our room. We'll be sharing it, of course."

Vyom's face grows even redder, and he looks like he's about to faint. I chuckle, enjoying his discomfort.

"Relax, Vyom," I tease, my voice dripping with amusement. "I promise I won't touch you... unless you beg me to, that is."

Vyom's eyes flash with anger, but I can see the fear and uncertainty lurking beneath. He's not sure how to react, and I'm enjoying every moment of it.

I take a step closer to him, my eyes locked on his. "You're going to have to get used to being close to me, Vyom," I whisper, my breath hot against his ear. "Very close."

Vyom shudders, his body trembling with anticipation. I smile, knowing that I've got him right where I want him.

I burst out laughing, a deep, rumbling sound. "I was just kidding, little prince," I say, my eyes glinting with amusement. "My room is next to yours. You can come anytime you want." *wink*

I wink at him, my eyelid flicking shut and open in a playful gesture. Vyom's face is still flushed, but he looks relieved, like he's been let off the hook.

I chuckle again, enjoying the sight of him so flustered. "Don't worry, Vyom," I tease. "I won't bite... unless you want me to, that is."

I grin at him, my eyes sparkling with mischief. Vyom shakes his head, a small smile playing on his lips.

"You're impossible, Vikram," he says, his voice low and husky.

I laugh again, feeling a sense of satisfaction. I've got Vyom right where I want him - off balance and unsure of what to expect.

"Goodnight, little prince," I say, my voice low and smooth. "Have Sweet dreams of me."

I turn and walk away, leaving Vyom to wonder what just happened.

I step into my room, closing the door behind me as I try to calm my racing heart. I walk over to the window, staring out at the city skyline as I try to process my emotions.

"Love is so stupid," I mutter to myself, shaking my head. "It can make a man like me go against my own rules. Just to have you close to me, Vyom."

I feel a pang of frustration and desire as I think about Vyom, about the way he makes me feel. I'm a man who's always been in control, who's always gotten what I want. But Vyom... he's different. He's the one person who's ever made me feel like I'm losing my grip.

I turn away from the window, walking over to the mirror that hangs on the wall. I stare at my reflection, my eyes burning with intensity.

"You have no idea how much power you have over me, little prince," I whisper, my voice barely audible. "You're the one person who can make me feel weak, who can make me want to surrender."

I feel a shiver run down my spine as I think about Vyom, about the way he makes me feel. I know that I'm playing with fire, that I'm risking everything by getting involved with him. But I don't care. I'm willing to risk it all, just to have him by my side.

I sit at my desk, staring blankly at the papers in front of me. But my mind isn't on work. It's on Vyom. I wonder if he's sleeping, if he's thinking of me.

I try to focus, but I find myself getting up from my chair and walking to Vyom's room. I knock on the door, but there's no answer. I try again, and when there's still no response, I slowly turn the handle and push the door open.

The room is dark, except for the faint moonlight that filters through the window. I step inside, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. And then I see him. Vyom is lying in bed, his body twitching and convulsing. He's crying, begging someone to stop.

My heart clenches in my chest as I watch him. Who is he begging to stop? What is happening in his mind?

I feel a surge of anger and protectiveness. I'll make the one pay, who made my vyom like this, I vow to myself. My little prince will never suffer again.

I approach the bed, my movements quiet and gentle. I sit down beside him, reaching out to stroke his hair. "Shh, Vyom," I whisper. "I'm here. You're safe now."

Vyom's body continues to twitch and convulse, but slowly, he starts to calm down. His crying subsides, and his breathing slows. I continue to stroke his hair, my touch gentle and soothing.

As I sit there, I realize that I'll do anything to protect Vyom. Anything to keep him safe. And I know that I'll stop at nothing to make the one who hurt him pay.

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~to be continued