"Mam, the deal with the Malhotra's --" My assistant enters the office looking through her tablet as always, most probably telling me about some deal.. (It was an important one actually but who cares, it's not important right now) Her words were cut by me..

"Leave it for now, tell me everything is arranged for the dinner right.. I don't want any last minute situations" I say searching through something on my phone.

"Yes mam, it's done but the deal-" She replies sounding urgent and serious but knows better than to argue with me..

"It's okay, you can deal with it or take Roy with you if necessary. I know you guys are capable. Now come here and help me. What do you think.. Should I wear black or red,tonight?" I say completely unbothered as if I was going for a birthday party.. But....

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The upscale restaurant glowed softly under the evening lights, a stark contrast to the chaos brewing within me. I arrived early, as planned, to set the stage for what would be a pivotal evening. The restaurant's ambiance was sophisticated, with dim lighting casting a warm hue over the elegantly set tables. I took a deep breath, steadying myself for the delicate task ahead.

I had chosen a secluded corner table, away from the prying eyes of other diners. It was a strategic decision, ensuring we would have the privacy necessary for my plan to unfold without interruption. As I waited, my fingers drummed nervously on the table, though I maintained a calm and composed facade. The weight of the evening's importance settled heavily on my shoulders.

The sound of the restaurant door opening made my heart skip a beat. I looked up, and there he was-Mahir, looking every bit the polished businessman I had come to admire and obsess over. His gaze scanned the room before settling on me, a polite smile spreading across his face. He made his way over, each step measured and confident. I rose to greet him, my smile warm and welcoming.

"Mahir, it's good to see you," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I'm glad you could make it."

He returned the smile, his eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and professionalism. "Ritika, thank you for inviting me. This place is impressive."

We settled into our seats, and I signaled a waiter to bring us drinks. As we talked about business matters, I tried to keep the conversation light and engaging. I had meticulously planned this dinner, from the choice of the restaurant to the timing of the drugged drink. Every detail had been carefully considered to ensure the success of my plan.

The conversation flowed smoothly, punctuated by occasional laughter and thoughtful nods. I watched him closely, noting how he seemed completely at ease, unaware of the subtext of the evening. My heart raced as I signaled the waiter to bring the drinks. The moment of truth was approaching.

The waiter returned with our glasses, and I took a sip of mine before carefully placing the drugged one in front of Mahir. The drug was a powerful sedative, just enough to make him unconscious . I had chosen it specifically for its effectiveness and subtlety. I pretended to be concerned when Mahir took his first sip, watching him with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension.

As the evening progressed, I subtly monitored his reaction to the drink. It wasn't long before the sedative began to take effect. His movements became slower, his responses more languid. I masked my growing excitement with a veneer of concern. "Mahir, are you feeling alright? You seem a bit off."

He managed a faint smile, nodding slightly. "I'm fine, just a bit tired, I suppose."

I reached across the table, placing a hand on his arm in a gesture of comfort. "Let's get you some fresh air. You don't look well."

He seemed to accept this suggestion with little resistance. I stood, offering him support as we made our way out of the restaurant. The night air was cool against my skin, and I could feel the adrenaline coursing through me. Each step toward the car felt like a step toward the culmination of my obsession.

Once we reached my car, I assisted him into the passenger seat, my movements gentle but deliberate. I could feel my heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and excitement. The task was almost complete. I carefully placed him in the seat, making sure he was positioned comfortably. I could see the effects of the drug taking hold; his eyes were half-closed, his body relaxed.

I secured the seat belt around him firmly before moving to the driver seat. As I drove toward the warehouse, I focused on maintaining a steady hand on the wheel. The drive was quiet, save for the soft hum of the engine and the occasional rustle of the night breeze.

It was so peaceful and captivating,just me and my saint in the quiet night's air. I glanced at his unconscious figure occasionally. He looked even more beautiful laying there so peacefully that I couldn't help but smile. My mind raced with thoughts of what lay ahead. The warehouse, my secret haven, was ready for this moment, ready for my saint.
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AN : So.. She actually kidnapped him.. Ig we all saw that coming..

What's gonna happen next?

What if mahir wakes up in the middle of the ride?

Do let me know what you think.. Your comments make me so happy ❣️

I love my butterflies🦋

Also I am seeing.. The reads the decreasing with each chapter.. Not fair🤧

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