The clock struck 2 AM, but the deserted highway of Rajasthan was far from silent. The night air was ripped apart by the deafening roar of superbike engines.
A streak of neon and chrome flashed through the darkness as a group of riders tore through the wind. Tall, ancient trees lined the road like silent spectators, their shadows dancing under the moonlight.
It wasn't just a ride-it was a race. And leading them all was one bike, far ahead of the rest, untouchable.
A few hundred meters ahead, a luxury car stood parked near the finish line, surrounded by a group of men. The moment the leading bike crossed the line, loud howls and cheers erupted into the air.
"WOOOHHH!"
Within seconds, the rest of the bikes followed, but everyone already knew the result.
"Yaar fir se ye jeet gayi..."
"Samajh nahi aata kaise karti hai..."
"Iske ragon me khun daudta hai ki petrol?"
The rider pulled off the helmet, and a waterfall of silky dark hair cascaded down her shoulders. In the dim moonlight, her intoxicating eyes sparkled with a dangerous thrill. With a flawless complexion, rosy lips, and she looked like a goddess of chaos.
It was Vaani Singh Gupta.
Around 24 or 25, about 5'6 in height, with sharp features, fair skin. Dressed entirely in black, she carried herself like she owned not just the race-but the night itself.
She pushed her hair back casually and smirked.
"Maine bola tha na... Vaani ne kabhi haarna nahi sikha."
Her gaze swept across everyone.
"Tum log hi ho jo har baar mujhse haarna chahte ho."
Getting off her bike, she tossed the keys toward one of the boys.
"Bike mansion pahuncha dena."
Removing her jacket, she walked toward a nearby car where a man, around 25-26, was already standing. She threw the jacket at him, and he caught it instantly before opening the back door for her.
the driver said, his voice trembling slightly.
"Ma'am, aapke papa ke bohot calls aaye hain... wo gusse me hain ki aap itni raat ko bahar..."
"So what?" she cut him off, sliding into the seat. "I'm independent. Mujhe kisi ke under rehna pasand nahi hai. Jo karna hota hai, main karti hoon. Ab mujhe club leke chalo, do botal gatak na lun toh neend nahi ayegi."
The man hesitated. "But ma'am... sir aapka intezaar kar rahe..."
"Oh, you just shut the fuck up!" Vaani snapped.
Her tone turned cold instantly.
"Tumhara kaam mujhe gyaan dena nahi hai. Chup chaap car chalao."
He didn't argue further. Sitting in the driver's seat and started the engine.
From time to time, he glanced at her through the rearview mirror. Vaani, however, seemed completely unbothered, examining her nails with irritation.
"Shit Man... is riding ke chakkar me meri nail toot gayi... uff."
Suddenly, the driver slammed the brakes.Vaani was thrown forward, clutching the seat.
"What the fuck are you doing?" she snapped. "Ab car kyun roki?"
"Wo ma'am... aage..."
"Kya hai aage?"
Blocking their path was another car, dark and imposing. Vaani groaned, leaning back.
"Ugh, ye mera picha kyun nahi chhodta?"
From the other car, a man stepped out-around 29-30, composed and authoritative, built like a fortress, exuding an aura of lethal calm. He walked straight to Vaani's car, opened the door and spoke in a firm tone.
"Sir ka order hai. Ghar chaliye."
"Mujhe club jana hai. Aur main jaungi."
"Raat ke 2 baj rahe hain. Mein apko kal le jaunga."
Vaani's eyes narrowed. "Tum mujhpe haq jata rahe ho?"
"Nahi. Apni duty kar raha hoon. Mera order hai aapko abhi ghar le jaana."
Before she could protest, he reached in, grabbed her hand firmly, and pulled her out of the car.
"You idiot! Leave my hand! I said leave! Vansh, I said leave me! " she screamed, struggling against his iron grip.
But Vansh didn't let go. Instead, he turned toward the driver.
"Chup chaap mansion pahuncho. Sir already gusse me hain."
The driver immediately obeyed.
Vansh then made Vaani sit in the front seat and took the driver's place himself.
As the car moved again, Vaani glared at him in anger. Vansh calmly rolled down her window, letting the cold air rush in.
She looked at him once, then turned her body toward the window and, without hesitation, pulling her legs up and resting her feet right in Vansh's lap.
It wasn't new for him. Without a word, Vansh used one hand to pull off her heavy gun boots, tossing them into the back. His fingers began to rhythmically rub her tired feet.
Vaani leaned slightly toward the open window, letting the wind hit her face as she tried to calm her anger.
After a while,
"Kisne kaha tha akele raat mein bike race karne jaane ko?" Vansh asked quietly, his eyes fixed on the road.
Vaani opened her eyes lazily. "Oh hello? Mujhe kisi ki permission ki zarurat nahi hai. Jo mann karta hai, wahi karti hoon."
"Fine," Vansh replied, interlocking his fingers with hers at her toes. "Ab ghar jaake apne papa ko sambhalna."
Vaani suddenly lunged forward, grabbing his tie and jerking him toward her. Vansh's gaze met hers. Their faces were inches apart. Her intoxicated eyes tried to find a crack in his armor, but Vansh remained a wall of granite-full control, no expression.
"Toh tum kis liye ho?" she whispered dangerously. "Mujhe sambhalne ki responsibility tumhe Papa ne di thi na? Toh ab Papa ko bhi tum hi handle karoge."
Vansh stared into her soul before slowly untying her fingers from his neck. He turned back to the road.
"Mera kaam aapko protect karna hai... aapki galtiyon pe parda dalna nahi."
Vaani narrowed her eyes. "Ohw achha? Aaj kal tum zyada nahi bol rahe?"
"Main limit me bolta hoon," he replied. "Par mere words heavy hote hain."
Vaani rolled her eyes. "Heavy words, whatever!" she muttered. "Tum bas khud ko best prove karna chahte ho. Isliye sabke saamne mere papa ka naam leke mujhpe haq jatate rehte ho."
"Aapki bhaasha me agar duty ko haq jatana kehte hain... toh haan," he said calmly. "Main haq jata raha hoon."
Vaani's temper flared again. She tried to pull her feet away, but Vansh didn't let go. He kept rubbing them, forcing her to stay grounded. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as the car entered the gates of the Gupta Mansion.
The mansion was silent, but the atmosphere was electric. Vaani walked ahead as if nothing had happened. Vansh followed silently behind her.
"WAHI RUK JAO, VAANI!"
The heavy voice echoed through the hall. Vaani stopped.
Standing ahead was Vardaan Singh Gupta-her father, his face etched with fury. He marched toward her.
"Kahan thi tum?"
"Bike race karne ka mood bana, toh dosto ke saath gayi thi." she replied casually.
"Ye koi waqt hai? Aur jane se pehle mujhse pucha tha?"
She shrugged. "Isme puchna kya hai? Main apni marzi ki malik hoon. Mujhe jo karna hai, main karungi."
"Abhi itni badi nahi hui ho tum!." Vardaan roared. "Tumhari life ke decisions lene ke liye main zinda hoon!"
"Toh kya matlab?" she shot back instantly. "Meri azadi ke liye aapko marna padega?"
"VAANI!"
His hand shot up. But before it could land, Vansh caught his wrist.
"Sir..."
For a moment, everything froze. Vaani glanced at their hands, then back at them.
"Maaro," she said coldly. "Thappad maaro mujhe."
Her voice dropped.
"Are main toh kehti hoon jaan se maar do mujhe... jaise aapne Mom ko maara tha."
The air left the room. Vansh turned a sharp, unreadable look toward Vaani. Vardaan's hand went limp. Vansh released him, and the powerful man seemed to shrink.
"Tumhe sach mein lagta hai...?"
But Vaani didn't wait. She turned and stormed upstairs. Leaving behind a broken silence.
"Kaise ye itni bigad gayi Vansh...?" Vardaan muttered.
Vansh stood straight, hands behind his back.
"Unhe jo dikhaya gaya... unhone wahi maana," he said calmly. "Aur samay ke sath unka bartav bigadta gaya. Aapne kabhi unke sath baith ke baat nahi ki, unhe wo waqt nahi diya jo ek pita ko dena chahiye."
A pause.
"Warna pura Rajasthan jaanta hai ki aap Diya ma'am se kitna pyaar karte the."
"Karta tha ?" Vardaan said quietly. "Ab bhi karta hoon, Vansh, ab bhi karta hoon."
Silence filled the space again.
"Iski responsibility tumhe deke galti kardi mene," Vardaan said after a while. "Tum bhi kya sochte hoge... kaisi ladki tumahre gale bandh di. Pichhe kuchh salon se tumhara bhi jeena haram karke rakha hai isne, kisi se nahi sambhalti"
"Sambhal jayengi," Vansh said firmly. "Main sambhalunga. Wo apna gussa control karna seekh rahi hain, dhire dhire sab thik ho jayega. Bas aapko patience rakhna hoga."
Vardaan sighed. "Haar raha hoon, Vansh... mein baar raha hun"
"Kis-se? Apni beti se ya apne aap se?"
Vardaan managed a weak smile. "Tumse baaton mein jeetna mushkil hai, Vansh."
Vansh lowered his gaze slightly. "Aadat se majboor ho chuka hoon."
"Jao, aaraam kar lo. Maine bhi aadhi raat ko tumhe bhej diya."
"Aram nahi karna," Vansh said. "Vaani ma'am ke paas jaana hai. Mujhe pata hai wo abhi kya kar rahi hongi."
As Vansh turned to leave, Vardaan asked one last thing.
"Kaise insaan ho tum? Wo tumhe itna zaleel karti hai, phir bhi tum...? Kaise seh lete ho?"
Vansh stopped, but didn't turn back.
"Mitti ka insaan hoon, sir," he said quietly. "Ek din usi mitti me mil jaunga. Par jab tak zinda hoon, apni duty achhe se nibhaunga."
With that, he walked toward the stairs, heading for the storm that was Vaani Singh Gupta.
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🖤 End of Chapter 1
📌 AUTHOR'S NOTE
• So... what do you think about Chapter 1?
Vaani's untameable fire versus Vansh's lethal, icy control. This is just the beginning of their collision. The tension in the car was just a teaser; the real storm is about to hit the Gupta Mansion.
NEXT CHAPTER TEASER:
Things are about to get dark, damp, and dangerously close. Let's just say... Vansh is about to prove that he's the only one who can handle Vaani Singh Gupta when she's at her worst. 🔞🚿 (Hint: A cold shower, a dark room, and a tension that bites.)
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