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The car pulls up to a high-end club. The exterior is all transparent glass reflecting the flashing blue and purple lights, making the whole building look like a glowing diamond against the pitch-black night sky.
The valet opens the car doors, and the group spills out. Aashi steps onto the pavement, her emerald silk dress catching the light, making her look like royalty—though she doesn't know the dark "royal" connection waiting for her in the shadows.
Vihaan is still grumbling. Just once... let this party end. Then I'll show you who the 'baby boy' really is.
Ziya laughs, linking her arm with Aashi’s. Stop it, baby boy!
The heavy bass hits them like a physical wave as they walk through the entrance. The club is a masterpiece of modern design: towering walls of transparent glass separate the VIP lounges, and the floor is a polished black marble that reflects the pulsing strobe lights like a dark mirror.
Vihaan immediately starts moving to the beat, trying to look cool to shake off the vibe! Aashi, Ziya—forget the books, forget the exams. Tonight, we own this place!
Aashi laughs, her emerald dress shimmering every time the strobe light hits it. She feels the energy of the music vibrating in her chest, but as she scans the room, her eyes linger on the glass partitions.
Her emerald green dress shimmering in the flashes, is moving effortlessly, laughing as she completely out-dances Vihaan. He was label, is doing some ridiculous monkey moves that have the entire club roaring with laughter.
Yash and the others are right at the front of the circle, screaming, AASHI! AASHI! The energy is infectious.
She was enjoying herself, feeling the base shake the floor, when the lights momentarily flash blinding white. As her vision returns to blue and purple, she realizes someone new has entered the circle.
It’s a stranger. A man she doesn't recognize, older, looking distinctly out of place with a slicked-back look and an arrogant smirk. He sidesteps Vihaan and steps right into Aashi’s space.
He starts dancing with her, but it’s not playful. It’s invasive. He keeps getting too close, his "mischievous" smile more of an irritating sneer. She tries to step back, to move away, but the man uses the crowd as a wall to keep her contained.
You're a great dancer, green queen, he shouts, trying to lean his face right next to hers. He reaches out, a hand hovering too close to her arm.
Vihaan notices and stops dancing, his face dropping. The crowd's cheering falters. Aashi feels the familiar panic rise—this isn't the playful fear of the morning prank. This is real, and it makes her feel dirty.
Acting on instinct, her hand flies out. Again.
SLAP!
The sound is sharp and unexpected, cutting through the heavy bass and silencing the immediate circle. The strobe lights hit just right, capturing the man’s head jerking back, his smirk replaced by absolute shock.
She stands there, breathing hard, her emerald dress still shimmering, her hand stinging.
The circle of friends and strangers who were just cheering for the dance-off are now frozen, their faces illuminated by the frantic, pulsing blue strobe lights.
The stranger’s head is still turned from the force of the blow. Slowly, he rotates his face back toward Aashi. The "mischievous" smirk is gone, replaced by a dark, twisted snarl of rage. He reaches up to touch his reddening cheek, his eyes turning cold and dangerous.
You little... he growls, lunging forward to grab Aashi’s arm.
Before his hand can touch her, a blur of movement cuts him off. Vihaan slams his shoulder into the man, shoving him back. Don't you dare touch her! He shouts, his voice raw with a protectiveness she has never seen before.
The stranger doesn't back down; he swings a wild punch that grazes Vihaan’s jaw.
"Oye!" Yash roars, dropping his drink—the glass shattering against the polished black floor—as he dives into the fray to pull the man off Vihaan.
The stranger sneered as he lunged toward Vihaan, but he didn't see Yash coming. With one powerful, calculated move, he stepped in and delivered a heavy blow that sent the man crashing to the floor in a single hit.
The club was a blur of neon, but for a second, the spotlight was on them. Aashi, Ziya, Frisha, and Krishti couldn't help themselves—witnessing the "bad guy" go down so easily, they broke into loud claps and whistles, cheering for Yash’s unexpected strength.
However, the victory was short-lived. The fallen man’s friends—a whole group of them—began swarming toward the dance floor with anger in their eyes.
"Run! RUN!" Yash shouted, sensing the tide turning.
The group didn't need to be told twice. Yash, Vihaan, Aashi, Ziya, Frisha, and Krishti sprinted through the, dodging flailing arms and spilled drinks. They burst through the exit just as the pursuers reached the door. Yash fumbled for his keys, sparked the engine, and the car roared to life. By the time the boys from the club reached the street, the car was already a distant speck of red taillights fading into the night.
Inside the Car
Once they were several blocks away, the frantic breathing slowly turned into shaky laughter.
Maja aa gaya! Ziya exclaimed, leaning back against the seat with a grin.
[That was awesome!]
Aashi looked at the boys in the front, her heart finally slowing down. If we ever saw those guys again, we'd be the ones running away she joked, then turned her gaze to Vihaan, who was still nursing his bruised jaw. Anyways... Vihaan is definitely not a baby boy. He is a man.
He let out a long, dramatic sigh of relief. There you go! At least you finally understand. Thank goodness! he said, making everyone burst into laughter. Then his face darkened slightly as he remembered the stranger's hand near Aashi. But... how did he dare to lay his hands on you? He was a bloody...
It's all over now, isn't it? Frisha interrupted softly, trying to calm the lingering anger in the car. We're safe. That’s what matters.
Aashi's friends are fiercely loyal and incredibly protective of her. If she says a single word, they don't think twice about anyone standing in her way. If someone hurts her, they won't stop until they destroy the problem at its very root. To keep her safe and protect her from harm, they are willing to cross any line and go to any extent.
Yash had taken a turn he thought was a shortcut, but the road quickly changed. The city lights disappeared, replaced by twisted, ancient trees that seemed to lean over the car. They had entered the Hunting Forest, a place where the air felt heavy and cold.
High above, perched on a massive tree overlooking the road, sat Adline Singh Rathore. His hunger was no longer a dull ache—it was a sharp, predatory fire that burned through his veins. He is the Vampire King, and his thirst is so intense that the moment a human crosses his path, his hunger takes over completely. His glowing red eyes scanned the dark road as he whispered to the wind, Who will come to me now?
The Endless Road...
Inside the car, the laughter had died out an hour ago. Yash, why is this road never ending?
Ziya whispered, clutching her seat. They had been driving for sixty minutes, but the forest only seemed to get thicker.
Suddenly, the car screeched to a halt right in front of that same massive tree.
What happened, Yash? Aashi asked, her voice trembling.
He hit the steering wheel in frustration. I think... we're lost.
"What?!" the group shouted in unison.
"Haan," Yash said, looking at his dashboard. There's no signal either. It's completely dead.
The group stepped out of the car, their footsteps crunching on the dry leaves. They were completely unaware that... The man of Vempire King Adline Singh Rathore was watching them from above, his gaze fixed on their every move.
Aashi stepped away from the car, her eyes searching the darkness of the woods. She felt a strange pull, a sense of being watched that made the hair on her arms stand up. As she looked around the clearing, Adline sensed her intuition and silently slipped behind the trunk of the tree, moving like a shadow into the darkness behind her.
The "Vampire King" had found his prey, but he wasn't ready to show himself just yet.
The air in the Hunting Forest grows ice-cold as Adline’s hunger reaches its peak. From his perch, he looks down at Aashi and growls softly, his voice a terrifying vibration in the dark. Auhh... auhhh... Auhh... breath cold against her skin. He growled low, the sound vibrating with malice.
Her heart hammered against her ribs. She looked around frantically, but the forest was a void of shadows—there was no one in sight to help. The isolation felt like a physical weight, crushing her hope.
Suddenly, Vihaan’s voice broke through the terror from a distance. Someone is coming! he shouted, his eyes fixed on the horizon.
Through the dense trees, five pairs of blinding headlights pierced the darkness. Five pitch-black cars were tearing through the rugged terrain, covering the 5-kilometer distance with terrifying speed. The roar of their engines drowned out the sounds of the night.
The cars didn't just stop; they drifted into a strategic formation, screeching to a halt to surround them completely. The dust hadn't even settled when the doors flew open.
A small army of bodyguards stepped out, forming a wall of black suits around the perimeter. From the lead car, two men emerged. They were dressed entirely in black, their expressions stony and unreadable. In their hands, they gripped heavy firearms, the cold steel glinting under the headlights.
They didn't say a word at first—they simply moved forward, their guns leveled, closing the circle around Aashi and Vihaan.
The sight of the armed guards and the wall of black SUVs sent a wave of cold fear through the group. Krishti, her voice trembling, whispered, Guys... I think this is it. We’re dead today.
Aashi snapped her head toward her, jaw clenched despite her own fear. Shut up, Krishti! Not now, she hissed, trying to keep her composure.
One of the two men who had stepped out of the lead car began walking toward them. His footsteps were heavy and deliberate. He stopped just a few feet away, his eyes scanning them with sharp, clinical precision.
Is there a problem here? the man asked, his voice calm but dangerously firm. Why are you standing in such a deserted place at this hour?
Yash stepped forward, his hands raised slightly to show they weren't a threat. No... no problem. We just... we lost our way. We’re trying to find the road back.
The Reveal....
The man didn't look convinced, but he didn't raise his weapon. He was Esrine, [Adline Singh Rathore’s personal secretary.] He looked at the group, then looked past them into the dark trees, as if he knew exactly who—or what—was lurking there.
"You need to leave. Now," Esrine commanded. He didn't mention Adline's name to them yet, keeping his boss's presence a secret. This isn't a place for wanderers. Get in your vehicle and move fast.
While Esrine dealt with the group, the second man—Rohan, [Adline’s best friend]
Deep in the suffocating thicket of the Hunting Forest, the shadows seemed to twist and come alive. The canopy was so dense that it choked out what little moonlight was left, burying the woods in a terrifying darkness.
Rohan walked through the thick brush, his boots crunching heavily against the dead leaves. In his hands, he carried the heavy, blood-soaked container. Inside were the freshly butchered pieces of the reporter, jagat Ghosh—cut up exactly as they had been commanded to do after the blast. Despite being Adline's closest friend, Rohan was trembling. His hands shook violently against the cold plastic of the container, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the gravity of the horror weighed on him.
He threw the body of pieces onto the forest as an offering, hoping it would be enough to satisfy the hunger.
But as soon as Rohan turned to leave, a shadow dropped from the canopy. Adline, in full vampire form, didn't want the dead body. He lunged, his fingers locking like iron claws around Rohan’s throat. Before he could even plead, Adline’s fangs pierced his neck.
Rohan’s scream of "Auhhh! Auhhhhhhh!" echoed through the trees, a desperate, choking sound of agony. Adline drank greedily until the thirst settled. When he finally let go, Rohan’s limp body collapsed onto the dirt, unconscious and pale.
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đź“– Dear Readers,
The third chapter also complete!and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed creating it.
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Enjoy the first Second, and stay tuned for what's coming next! ❤️
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