"I am not your property," Samyuktika declared, her voice steady and firm.
Ekansh's smile faltered, his eyes flashing with annoyance.
"Ah, but you are," he countered, his tone dripping with condescension. "You signed a contract, Samyuktika. You belong to me now."
Samyuktika's eyes blazed. "That contract is illegal. It's based on coercion and manipulation."
Ekansh shrugged. "Legality is a flexible concept when you have power. And I have enough to keep you bound to me."
Samyuktika's face paled, but her resolve didn't waver. "I won't accept this. I won't be your prisoner."
Ekansh's expression turned cold. "You have no choice. The contract is clear: you're mine for the next five years. Try to escape, and you'll face the consequences."
Samyuktika's heart sank, but she refused to back down. "I'll find a way out. I'll expose you for who you are."
Ekansh chuckled, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "You're welcome to try. But until then, you'll obey me. And if you don't..."
He paused, his eyes glinting with menace.
"Let's just say I have measures in place to ensure your cooperation."
Samyuktika's blood ran cold. What did Ekansh have planned for her?
"You'll learn to obey," Ekansh continued, his voice dripping with malice. "And if you don't, there are consequences. Consequences that will make you wish you had never crossed me."
Samyuktika's eyes flashed with defiance, but Ekansh saw the faintest glimmer of fear in them.
"Don't think you can escape," he warned. "My security is impenetrable. You're trapped here, with me."
Samyuktika's jaw clenched. "I'll never give up."
Ekansh's smile grew wider. "We'll see about that."
He turned to leave, but paused at the door.
"By the way, Samyuktika. You have a new schedule to follow. My assistant will provide the details."
Samyuktika's eyes narrowed. "What schedule?"
Ekansh's gaze lingered on her before he exited.
"You'll find out soon enough."
The door closed behind him, leaving Samyuktika feeling trapped and vulnerable.
What schedule was Ekansh talking about?
And what did he have planned for her?
Samyuktika's mind raced with questions as she paced the room.
Suddenly, the door opened again.
Ekansh's assistant entered, a bland smile on his face.
"Miss Samyuktika, here is your new schedule."
He handed her a folder.
Samyuktika opened it, scanning the contents.
Her eyes widened in horror.
What does the schedule say?
The schedule outlined a rigid routine, dictating every aspect of Samyuktika's life:
6:00 AM - Wake up, morning exercise
7:00 AM - Breakfast
8:00 AM - Study session (Ekansh's chosen curriculum)
12:00 PM - Lunch
1:00 PM - "Personal development" sessions (with Ekansh)
4:00 PM - Tea
5:00 PM - Dinner
6:00 PM - Evening entertainment ( Ekansh's choice)
9:00 PM - Bedtime
Samyuktika's eyes scanned the page, outrage growing.
"This is prison," she spat.
Ekansh's assistant shrugged. "Mr. Rai's instructions."
Samyuktika's gaze locked onto the final entry:
"10:00 PM - Private meeting with Mr. Rai (compulsory)"
Her heart sank.
What did Ekansh have planned for these "private meetings"?
The assistant's voice cut through her thoughts.
"You're expected to comply, Miss Samyuktika. Any disobedience will be...unwise."
Samyuktika's hands clenched.
She knew she had to resist, but how?
As the assistant departed, Samyuktika crumpled the schedule in her fist.
Would she find a way to defy Ekansh's control?
Or would she become a pawn in his game of power?
Here's the revised continuation:
Samyuktika's eyes locked onto Ekansh's, her voice dripping with venom.
"I will kill you," she hissed.
Ekansh's expression didn't falter, but a hint of excitement flickered in his eyes.
"Bold words, Samyuktika," he said, his voice low and husky. "But empty threats.
You're no match for me."
Samyuktika's face twisted in rage.
"You've taken everything from me," she spat. "My happiness, my freedom.
You'll pay for this."
Ekansh chuckled, the sound sending shivers down her spine.
"I'm shaking in fear," he mocked.
Samyuktika's hand clenched into a fist.
"You should be," she snarled.
Ekansh's amusement faded, replaced by a cold calculation.
"You're playing with fire, Samyuktika," he warned.
"Keep pushing me, and you'll discover the true meaning of suffering."
Samyuktika's eyes flashed.
"I'm not afraid of you."
Ekansh's smile returned.
"We'll see about that."
The air crackled with tension as they stood toe-to-toe.
What would Ekansh do next?
Samyuktika slammed the door shut behind her, the sound echoing through the hallway. She leaned against the door, her chest heaving with anger and frustration.
As she caught her breath, she surveyed her opulent prison. The lavish furnishings and ornate decorations seemed to mock her, reminders of Ekansh's wealth and control.
She strode to the window, gazing out into the night. The city lights twinkled like stars, taunting her with freedom's elusive promise.
Samyuktika's thoughts swirled with rebellion. She couldn't let Ekansh win. But how could she escape?
Her eyes fell on a small writing desk in the corner. She approached it, yanking open the drawer.
A piece of paper and a pen lay inside.
With determined strokes, Samyuktika began to write.
"To Whom It May Concern," Samyuktika wrote, her hand moving swiftly across the page.
"I, Samyuktika, am being held captive by Ekansh Rai. He has manipulated and coerced me into signing a contract that binds me to him for five years.
I am not free.
Ekansh's influence and wealth have silenced those who could help me. I beg of you, if you find this letter, please seek justice.
Ekansh's mansion, Mumbai.
Contact: Advocate Rahul Mehra (if trusted).
Yours desperately,
Samyuktika"
She folded the paper, her heart racing. This was her only hope.
Samyuktika glanced around the room, searching for a safe hiding spot.
The door creaked.
She froze.
Ekansh's assistant stood in the doorway.
"Miss Samyuktika, Mr. Rai requests your presence."
Samyuktika swiftly hid the letter in her sleeve.
"What does he want now?" she asked coolly.
The assistant's expression remained neutral.
"I'm not informed. Please follow me."
Samyuktika's mind raced.
How would she get the letter out?
And who could she trust?
Samyuktika entered the room, the folded paper clutched in her hand.
Ekansh leaned against his desk, a sly smile spreading across his face.
"Likhiya note?" (Are you done writing that note?)
Samyuktika's eyes widened.
"Tumhein pata kaise chala?" (How did you know?)
Ekansh chuckled.
"Is ghar mein har ek kamre mein CCTV hai. Tum kuch bhi chupaa nahi sakti." (There are CCTVs in every room of this house. You can't hide anything.)
Samyuktika's grip on the paper tightened.
"Tum ye sab kaise kar sakte ho?" (How can you do all this?)
Ekansh shrugged.
"Main jo chahta hoon, woh main karta hoon. Aur tum mere liye ek possession ho." (I do what I want. And you're my possession.)
Samyuktika's anger flared.
"Main tumhaari possession nahi hoon!" (I'm not your possession!)
Ekansh's smile grew wider.
"Haan, tum ho." (Yes, you are.)
He gestured to his assistant.
"Us paper ko le ao." (Take that paper from her.)
The assistant stepped forward.
Samyuktika's eyes flashed with defiance.
She tore the paper into pieces.
"Yeh tumhein kabhi nahi milega!" (You'll never get this!)
Ekansh's face darkened.
"Ab tumne apni galti ki." (Now you've made a mistake.)