AUTHOR’S POV 

Vani choked as she brushed her teeth, her body trembling as she struggled to hold back her tears.

Vidyut noticed immediately.

He rubbed her back gently, his touch firm yet soothing, and handed her a glass of water to rinse her mouth.

“Vani, dhyaan kahaan hai tumhara?” His voice was a little sharp, but concern laced his tone.

( Vani, where is your attention? )

Her eyes filled with tears, and a few escaped despite her efforts.

“Sorry…” she murmured softly, trying to steady her breathing.

Vidyut’s heart clenched at the sight.

Damn it.

He hadn’t meant to be harsh.

Before he could say anything, a knock on the door interrupted the moment.

“Sir, the designer has arrived.”

Vidyut sighed, nodding toward the door.

“Finish up,” he murmured gently.

After she rinsed her mouth and washed her face, he scooped her up again, carrying her to the living room with ease.

Vani’s tiny frame felt so fragile in his arms, and yet…

She fits perfectly.

He placed her softly on the couch and called the designers inside.

Only female staff.

He had personally ensured that.

As the women entered and began setting up their materials, Vani’s hand instinctively reached out…

Her tiny fingers wrapped around Vidyut’s pinky, holding on tightly.

She doesn’t trust them.

Vidyut’s gaze shifted to her, and he immediately understood.

She doesn’t trust anyone… except me.

He said nothing.

But his heart…

It clenched.

“Sir, should we start taking Ma’am’s measurements?” one of the designers asked politely.

Vidyut nodded.

But the moment they took a step closer, Vani’s grip on his finger tightened.

Too tight.

Fear radiated from her small frame, and before they could come any closer—

“Stop.”

His voice was firm.

Vidyut turned to Vani, his eyes meeting hers as he whispered softly,

“You don’t like anyone touching you…”

Vani shook her head instantly, her innocent gaze piercing through him.

So pure… so scared.

“Can I do it?” he asked, his voice gentle but hesitant. “Or should I call someone you’re comfortable with?”

Vidyut’s mind screamed.

I don’t want anyone else touching her.

But if she asked for someone…

I’ll bear it.

But then…

Her soft, barely audible voice filled the room.

“You… please.”

Her eyes held a glimmer of trust.

A trust Vidyut wasn’t sure he deserved… but he wasn’t going to break it.

A small smile tugged at his lips.

A smile only she could see.

Turning to the designers, he gestured for the measuring tape.

“I’ll do it.”

They handed it over without question, stepping aside while Vidyut knelt before Vani.

“Tell me what to do,” he said to the designer without looking away from Vani.

And as he began taking her measurements, his touch was as light as a feather.

Careful.

Protective.

As if she might break…

Because she was his.

Even if she didn’t know it yet.

As the measurements were done, the designer began asking Vani about her clothing preferences.

For the first time… someone’s asking her opinion.

But how would she know?

What would even look good on her?

Her eyes darted toward Vidyut.

But—

His phone rang.

Vidyut stepped aside to take the call, leaving her with the designer.

“Long or short clothes, ma’am?”

Vani’s fingers fidgeted with the hem of Vidyut’s oversized shirt.

“Indian or Western?”

Her eyes followed Vidyut’s back.

“Dark or light colors?”

Her lips trembled.

“Any specific material?”

The questions kept coming.

“Tell us something, ma’am?”

But her only response…

Was silence.

Her wide, scared eyes stayed fixed on Vidyut—her only anchor in this storm of confusion.

Minutes passed, and the designer’s patience began to wear thin.

Vidyut returned, ending the call, only to find the designer looking a little irritated.

“What happened?” His voice was sharp, his eyes scanning Vani immediately.

“Sir,” the designer said, trying to maintain professionalism, “She isn’t telling us any preferences. How will we manage without knowing what she likes?”

Vidyut’s eyes softened as they landed on Vani.

She was sitting there, clutching the edge of the shirt like it was her lifeline, her head down, her lips pressed together.

Clueless.

Scared.

Vidyut sighed and moved toward her, kneeling beside the couch where she sat.

“Vani…” His voice was gentle, barely above a whisper.

Her eyes lifted, meeting his.

“What’s your preference, rabbit?”

Rabbit.

Her heart fluttered at that nickname, but her face remained blank.

“I…” Her voice was barely audible.

She didn’t know what to say.

Every time her so-called mother gave her clothes, they were either torn, oversized, or made from the cheapest material.

No one ever asked her what she liked.

“I… don’t know anything about it…” Her voice broke, and her eyes filled with unshed tears.

“Please… you choose…”

Vidyut’s jaw clenched.

They never even let her choose her own clothes.

His fingers brushed against her cheek lightly.

“Okay, rabbit.” His voice was calm, but his eyes…

They burned with silent rage.

Turning toward the designers, his voice was cold and commanding.

“Show her all the sample pictures you have. Every style, every material. I want to see everything that will fit her and look good on her.”

The designers exchanged a glance, nodding quickly before getting to work.

And as Vani’s fingers brushed against his hand again, Vidyut made a silent promise.

She will never have to choose between scraps again.

Not while she’s with me.

Vidyut was doing everything he could to make Vani comfortable. He patiently asked her preferences, showing her different fabrics, styles, and colors. But each time, she only murmured the same hesitant words:

“Covering clothes.”

His jaw clenched, but not out of frustration—out of understanding. She didn’t want anything that would make her feel exposed. Respecting her unspoken fear, Vidyut took charge, selecting a variety of modest outfits that he thought would suit her. He confirmed the order, ensuring everything would be ready by evening.

Vani sat beside him, watching his every move with quiet curiosity. Her wide eyes traced the way his fingers moved on the phone, the way he discussed details with the designer, and how his forehead creased when he focused. For a moment, she felt something unfamiliar—a strange sense of safety.

Suddenly, the sound of heels echoed from the main entrance. Vani’s eyes darted toward the door, but Vidyut’s broad frame and the designer blocked her view. Her heart skipped a beat as she tried to peek, but all she saw was a woman striding confidently toward them.

Vidyut, still engrossed in finalizing the order, didn’t react at first.

“I want everything delivered by this evening,” he instructed the designer firmly.

As the designer nodded and began packing up, the woman settled herself on the adjacent couch with an air of ownership. Vidyut’s jaw visibly tightened when he finally noticed her. His expression hardened as he shifted his gaze between the woman and Vani, who now sat rigidly beside him, her hands clenched in her lap.

“Vani,” Vidyut’s tone softened instantly as he turned to her. “You need to rest. Let’s go to the room.”

Confused by his sudden urgency, Vani blinked but nodded quietly. Vidyut scooped her up effortlessly, as if she weighed nothing, and began ascending the stairs.

“I’ll be waiting in your study,” the woman’s voice echoed behind them, laced with something that made Vani’s skin crawl.

Vidyut didn’t respond. His silence was louder than any words he could have spoken. He carried Vani into their room and gently placed her on the bed, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.

“Vani,” his voice was low, almost tender, “get some rest. Someone will bring your breakfast soon. Don’t skip it… you didn’t eat anything last night either.”

Vani nodded, but her heart felt heavy. She didn’t want him to leave. She didn’t know why, but the moment he turned toward the door, an ache settled deep in her chest. Yet, she couldn’t ask him to stay. Not yet.

And so, she watched him walk away, her eyes silently pleading for something she didn’t have the courage to voice.

VIDYUT’S POV 

When I left Vani in the room and went to my study, the sight of those bruises on her fragile body haunted me. I couldn’t sleep the entire night.

Her pain consumed me. The images of her terrified eyes, her hesitant voice, and the broken trust she carried kept flashing in my mind. I wanted to rip apart the world that had hurt her. But all I could do was sit in silence, letting the storm of my anger brew beneath the surface.

By dawn—maybe around 5 AM—I gave up trying to find solace. Instead, I went back to the room. She was still asleep, her delicate frame curled up under the oversized shirt I had given her. I didn’t wake her. I just… sat beside her, watching her.

Only looking at her gave me peace.

What the hell was happening to me?

I was not the same man I was yesterday. Something inside me had shifted, and I knew exactly who was responsible for it.

Vani.

This girl had done something to me—painted something on my cold, empty heart. But love? No. I couldn’t name this feeling. I wouldn’t. Not yet.

When she finally stirred awake, I was there, helping her. I made sure she was comfortable, guiding her through the overwhelming process of choosing clothes—something she had never been allowed to do. The way her eyes searched mine for approval, the hesitant way she touched the fabrics… it was clear no one had ever given her the freedom to choose.

And when she murmured her only preference—covering clothes—I took note. I personally selected outfits that would keep her comfortable, ensuring they were modest but also beautiful.

But just as I was giving final instructions to the designer, Malvika stormed in.

Malvika.

My business partner. My elder sister in every way that mattered. She was the only person who had been there for me since childhood, protecting me like a mother would. And now, she was here—angry.

I didn’t need to ask why.

She knew.

She knew I had bought Vani. And Malvika was here for answers.

I’m not a man who answers to anyone. But for Malvika?

I always would.

After settling Vani in our room, I went straight to my study. I found Malvika there, her arms crossed, her sharp eyes narrowing the moment she saw me.

This conversation… was inevitable.

And I was ready for it.

“What the hell is this, Vidyut? What are you doing with that girl?”

Malvika’s voice was sharp, her arms crossed as she stood in my study, radiating disapproval.

“Her name is Vani,” I corrected her, my jaw tightening.

“Yeah, whatever,” she snapped, her tone laced with frustration. “Have you lost your mind? Do you even realize how many people are just waiting for you to slip? And now you’ve brought her into your life? God knows if she has a mic, a GPS, or some damn tracker in her body. Do you even know who she really is?”

She was saying sensible things. Malvika always did. But… I didn’t care.

Because I trusted Vani.

No logic, no reasoning—just an unshakable trust that came from somewhere I couldn’t explain. And I wasn’t the kind of man who trusted easily. But with her… it was different.

Malvika’s eyes narrowed, her voice softer but still pressing. “Vidyut… I’m not saying you can’t care about someone. But if you’re going to let your guard down, do it cautiously.”

“I don’t love her.”

The words came out too quickly. Too defensively.

Malvika’s lips curved into a knowing smile, but her eyes—those sharp, perceptive eyes—saw right through me.

“Yes, I can see that,” she murmured, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Damn it.

I looked away, clenching my jaw.

Love?

No. This wasn’t love. It couldn’t be.

But deep down… I knew I was lying.

Malvika spoke, her voice laced with caution. “Vidyut, let’s check her.”

I didn’t want to. Every instinct in me rebelled against the idea. But there was no going back. It was necessary.

We both headed to the room.

Vani was curled up on the bed, her small frame tucked into a tight ball, murmuring something under her breath. The untouched plate of food sat on the table beside her.

My heart clenched.

I walked toward her, my voice softer than I intended.

“Vani…”

Her head snapped up instantly, her wide, scared eyes meeting mine.

“Yes?” She spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Why didn’t you eat breakfast?”

“I… I didn’t feel like eating,” she murmured, avoiding my gaze.

That wouldn’t do.

“No, Vani. You have to eat,” I said firmly, walking over to bring the plate.

As I sat beside her, coaxing her to take a few bites, Malvika’s eyes fell on a bag tucked near the bed—Vani’s bag. The one she’d brought from her house.

I hadn’t checked it.

Malvika, ever the cautious one, picked it up and unzipped it.

As I focused on feeding Vani, I noticed her glancing between me and Malvika, her forehead creasing in confusion.

“Who is she?” she whispered softly, her eyes darting toward Malvika.

“My elder sister. Malvika.”

“What is she doing?”

I hesitated, not wanting to alarm her. “Uh… checking your stuff… to see if there’s anything unsafe for us.”

Her lips formed a small O, and she went quiet again.

Malvika was thorough. She took out a small scanner, running it over Vani’s clothes, her expression unreadable.

I was placing the empty plate back on the table when I heard it.

A small gasp.

I turned just in time to see Malvika pull out a stuffed toy from the bag—a worn-out little bunny.

My eyes darted to Vani.

“Please don’t take that!”

Her voice… it wasn’t the timid murmur I was used to. It was loud. Desperate.

She was on her feet, wincing from the pain but not caring. Her teary eyes were fixed on Malvika, her entire body trembling.

“Please… leave my bunny. Please. It doesn’t have anything… it’s mine…”

Her voice cracked, tears spilling down her cheeks as she took a shaky step toward Malvika, her hands outstretched in silent pleading.

Malvika, still pressing the toy, was oblivious to Vani’s growing distress.

“Malvika, enough.”

My tone was sharp. Final.

Malvika paused, her brows furrowing in confusion.

“If she says there’s nothing, then there’s nothing.”

I knew I was going against logic. I should’ve let Malvika check. But seeing Vani like that…

No.

My rabbit wasn’t hiding anything.

And I wasn’t going to let anyone break her trust.

Vani’s trembling hands clutched the bunny to her chest, her body shaking as she whispered, “Thank you…”

My heart ached.

“Rest now, rabbit.”

I would protect her.

From everyone.

Even if it meant protecting her from the people I trusted most.

I took Malvika outside the room, barely able to contain my anger.

“Have you gone mad?” I hissed, keeping my voice low but firm. “You didn’t find anything in that bunny, and yet you kept pushing!”

Malvika crossed her arms, her expression hard. “I know. But I had to be sure.”

“You were doing it on purpose.” My jaw clenched, the thought of Vani’s tears flashing in my mind.

Malvika exhaled, a flicker of guilt passing over her face. “I was, Vidyut. I just… wanted to be certain.”

I didn’t respond, just gave her a look that could stop anyone in their tracks. My patience was hanging by a thread.

“Fine,” she murmured, her tone softening. “I’ve checked her belongings. But…” She paused, her eyes narrowing slightly. “You still need to get her checked medically. You know we can’t take risks, Vidyut.”

I knew she wasn’t wrong. But damn, I didn’t want to put Vani through more trauma.

“I’ll take care of it,” I said curtly, giving her a nod.

Malvika sighed but didn’t press further. She left, and I stood there for a moment, trying to calm the storm brewing inside me.

When I re-entered the room, my eyes immediately fell on Vani.

She had tiptoed back to the bed, curling up once again. Her tiny frame was trembling slightly, her hands clutching that worn-out bunny as if her life depended on it.

My heart squeezed painfully.

But then… I noticed the blood.

“Vani…”

Her head shot up at the sound of my voice, her wide, fearful eyes meeting mine.

“I… I promise…” Her voice was barely above a whisper, quivering as she spoke. “There’s nothing in my bunny… nothing that can harm you. Please… please don’t take it away… or destroy it…”

Damn it.

I walked toward her, kneeling beside the bed as I gently took her small hands in mine.

“Shh… bache… nothing’s going to happen to your bunny,” I whispered softly, wiping away the tear that had escaped her eye. “Calm down… I’m here.”

Her grip on the bunny loosened just a little as she stared at me, those big, trusting eyes searching mine for reassurance.

“You trust me, don’t you?” I murmured, my thumb grazing over her knuckles.

After a moment’s hesitation, she gave me a hesitant nod.

That was enough.

I stood up, walked to the closet, and grabbed the first aid box. When I returned, she was still curled up, her body tense but her eyes on me.

Her leg was bleeding—as the earlier wound wasn't healed .

I knelt beside her again, gently lifting her leg.

“This will sting a little,” I murmured, dabbing the wound carefully.

Vani winced but didn’t move. Her lips formed a small pout, and for a moment, I was distracted.

Plump. Soft. Pink.

My gaze lingered on her lips longer than it should have.

Damn it, Vidyut. Control yourself.

She’s fragile. Innocent.

I tore my eyes away, focusing back on her wound.

“Almost done, rabbit,” I whispered, trying to shake off the heat building in my veins.

But I couldn’t ignore the way my pulse quickened when she looked at me with those wide, trusting eyes.

Get a grip, Vidyut. Don’t act like a damn teenager.

But no matter how much I tried to fight it…

She was already under my skin.

And I was losing control.

AUTHOR’S POV 

After dressing her wound, Vidyut had gone to his study to attend some pressing work. But even as he stared at the documents in front of him, his mind kept drifting back to her.

His little rabbit.

The image of her clutching that stuffed bunny, eyes filled with fear and desperation, haunted him.

He had told Malvika there was nothing to worry about, but deep down, he couldn’t shake off the thought.

What if there’s more?

Not a tracker or a mic—he wasn’t concerned about that anymore. It was her bruises. The ones he had seen… and the ones he hadn’t.

How many more?

His heart clenched painfully at the thought, but his mind whispered reason.

Not now. She’s not ready.

She barely trusted him. If he pushed her to let a doctor check her, she might retreat back into her shell… and this time, she might not come back out.

Patience, Vidyut. Let her come to you.

But damn, patience had never been his virtue.

Later, when he returned to the room, the sight before him made him stop in his tracks.

Vani was sitting on the bed, her knees drawn up, her head tilted slightly as she stared at the ceiling. Her lips were pursed in a soft pout, her brows furrowed in concentration.

The oversized shirt he had given her practically swallowed her tiny frame, the sleeves too long, the hem brushing against her thighs. Her dark brown hair cascaded down her back, a few stray strands framing her delicate face.

Beautiful.

His lips twitched, a small smile tugging at the corners.

What are you thinking, little rabbit?

Unable to resist, he made a soft, deliberate cough to announce his presence.

Her head snapped toward him, her eyes wide as she bit down on her bottom lip—a nervous habit, no doubt.

Damn.

His eyes darkened, a wave of desire crashing through him.

So damn sexy… and so innocent.

Is she even real? Or is she some goddess sent to torment me?

Shaking those thoughts away, he walked toward her and sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes locked on hers.

“What’s wrong, rabbit?” he asked softly, his voice laced with curiosity.

Vani hesitated, her fingers nervously playing with the hem of his shirt.

“Can I ask you something?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, her doe eyes searching his. “And… you won’t get angry?”

A small smile tugged at his lips as he gave her a reassuring nod.

“Ask anything, bache.”

She looked down for a moment, her teeth once again sinking into her bottom lip. Then, she finally spoke.

“Why did you… buy me?” Her voice was hesitant, almost scared. “What will you do with me? What… are your intentions?”

For a moment, Vidyut froze.

The question was so simple… yet it knocked the air out of his lungs.

Why did I buy her? What am I going to do with her?

Fuck.

For the first time in his life, Vidyut Russo—the ruthless Italian mafia leader, the General of the Death Dealers—was speechless.

He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

“Uhmm…”

Vani’s eyes grew more fearful at his hesitation, and then she asked the question that shattered his composure completely.

“Will you… use me? Like… in bed?”

Her voice trembled, barely above a whisper, but Vidyut heard every damn word.

His blood turned cold.

What the—

Before she could finish, his finger was on her lips, silencing her instantly.

“Quiet,” he murmured, his jaw clenched. “Don’t… don’t even think like that.”

Her eyes widened, filling with unshed tears.

“Vani…” His voice was softer now, his thumb gently brushing her cheek as he tilted her chin up to meet his gaze. “I’m not… I’m not that kind of man.”

She blinked, confusion clouding her innocent eyes.

“Then… why?”

Vidyut’s throat tightened as he struggled to find the words.

“I bought you because…” He paused, his mind a chaotic mess. “I… I don’t know, rabbit. I can’t name it.”

He looked away for a brief moment, trying to gather his thoughts.

“But I swear on everything I own… I didn’t bring you here to hurt you. Or use you.”

When his gaze returned to her, he saw it—the shift.

Her eyes softened, her lips parted slightly, and for the first time…

She believed him.

A single tear slipped down her cheek, but this time… it wasn’t out of fear.

For the first time in her life… someone didn’t want to use her. Or break her.

And Vidyut Russo?

He knew he was already too deep to ever let her go.

He couldn’t watch her cry like that anymore.

The way her eyes welled up, the trembling of her lips—it tore him apart.

Change the topic, Vidyut. Distract her.

“Let me ask you something, bache…” His voice was soft, almost playful. “Are you comfortable sitting in my lap?”

The innocent question had an instant effect on her.

A delicate pink hue spread across her cheeks, her eyes widening slightly before she dropped her gaze.

Damn.

That blush.

Vidyut’s lips curved into a faint smile.

She’s so damn innocent. So pure.

But he didn’t wait for her answer. He knew she wouldn’t be able to say it out loud.

Instead, he gently pulled her onto his lap, adjusting both of them as he leaned back against the headboard. His arms wrapped protectively around her, pulling her closer until her soft core was pressed against his growing bulge.

He stiffened for a moment, but Vani…

She doesn’t know.

There was no hesitation, no discomfort. She was completely unaware of the effect she had on him.

And it wasn’t just lust.

No… it was something far deeper.

Security. Peace.

Whenever she was this close, his restless mind calmed. His demons stayed quiet.

“Vani,” he murmured softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Tell me about yourself.”

A simple question.

But she instantly stiffened, her fingers nervously playing with the hem of his shirt that barely covered her thighs.

Vidyut noticed everything—her rapid breathing, the way her gaze remained stubbornly fixed on her lap.

So shy. So fragile.

He chuckled softly, trying to ease her nervousness.

“Say something, bache… don’t be so nervous and shy.”

But she stayed silent.

Stubborn little rabbit.

Realizing she wouldn’t speak on her own, Vidyut decided to guide her gently.

“Okay, let’s make it easier. What do you like to eat?”

A moment passed.

Then…

“Anything…” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “I can eat anything.”

Anything?

His jaw clenched, but he forced himself to stay calm.

“Vani, look up.”

Her eyes snapped up instantly, meeting his for barely a fraction of a second before she tried to look away again.

“No.” His tone was firm this time, leaving no room for discussion. “Eyes on me, bache. Don’t look anywhere else.”

Her wide, innocent eyes locked with his, and Vidyut’s heart squeezed painfully.

So much fear. So much pain.

“Good girl.” His voice softened as he stroked her cheek gently, his thumb tracing the delicate curve of her jaw. “Now… tell me about your studies.”

Vani’s body went rigid.

A shadow crossed her face, her eyes lowering again—this time not out of shyness, but…

Pain.

Vidyut’s gut clenched.

What the hell happened now?

“You told me you’re 17… so what are you pursuing?”

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, her fingers tightening on his shirt.

“Uhmm… I… I’m not studying.”

What?

His brows furrowed, confusion flickering in his eyes.

“Why?”

Her lips trembled, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I was the topper in my 10th standard… and…” She paused, her breath hitching. “…my brother… he failed. Miserably.”

Vidyut’s eyes darkened.

“And?”

“So… they stopped my studies. To… to continue his.”

Silence.

Complete. Deafening. Silence.

Vidyut’s entire body went rigid.

“What. The. Hell?” His voice was dangerously low, laced with barely contained rage.

They stopped her education because her brother failed?

What kind of twisted logic was that?

“Yes…” she murmured softly, her voice filled with quiet acceptance.

But Vidyut…

He was anything but calm.

“Those bastards…” His jaw clenched, his grip tightening around her. “They robbed you of your future… for what?”

His mind was already spinning, calculating the best way to destroy every person who had hurt her.

But then…

“I… I didn’t mind.”

Her soft words shattered him.

“I was… used to it.”

Used to it.

Those words echoed in his mind, louder than any scream.

No, rabbit. Not anymore.

Vidyut cupped her face, his thumb gently brushing away the tear that escaped her eye.

“Never again, Vani.” His voice was a promise, low and fierce. “No one… will ever take anything from you again. Not while I’m breathing.”

Her eyes searched his, as if trying to find the truth in his words.

And Vidyut?

He meant every damn word.

“Do you want to pursue your education, bache?”

Vidyut’s voice was gentle, but the question carried a weight that made Vani’s heart race.

Her wide, dark eyes lit up—a flicker of hope he hadn’t seen before.

“Yes…” she whispered softly, but there was fear beneath her hesitant tone.

Fear of disappointment. Fear of rejection.

Vidyut saw it all.

“What do you want to become?” His thumb brushed over her knuckles, coaxing her to speak.

Vani lowered her gaze, her fingers fidgeting in her lap. “I… I never thought about it much…”

A faint pause.

“But I’d like to do some basic graduation… if possible.”

“Ohhh.” His voice was thoughtful, his expression unreadable.

Vani hummed softly in response, but Vidyut caught the way her lips pressed together, the way her shoulders stiffened slightly.

She’s scared to ask.

Scared to hope.

And Vidyut…

He couldn’t tell her.

Couldn’t tell her she wouldn’t be stepping outside this house.

The thought of her out there—vulnerable, unprotected, exposed to dangers he couldn’t control—sent a surge of possessive rage through him.

No.

She stays where I can protect her. Always.

He knew it would feel like a cage.

But with the number of enemies he had—ruthless men waiting for a chance to exploit his weaknesses—Vani had become his most dangerous weakness in no time.

And he would protect her at any cost.

Even if it meant keeping her locked away.

Suddenly, a knock echoed from the door, pulling Vidyut from his thoughts.

“Sir, the delivery of the clothes has been done.”

Vidyut’s gaze shifted to Vani.

Her lashes fluttered as she glanced up at him, uncertainty clouding her innocent features.

Without a word, he gently lifted her in his arms and stood up, holding her close as if she weighed nothing.

“Open the door, bache.”

Vani nodded softly and opened the door as he instructed.

Vidyut carried her effortlessly through the doorway and moved toward the interconnected room.

Her eyes widened instantly.

Her head turned in every direction, taking in the space around her—a space she had never imagined in her wildest dreams.

His room wasn’t just a room.

It was a private world of its own.

A vast floor, impeccably designed with a seamless blend of sophistication and power.

A private pool sparkled under the soft glow of ambient lights.

A luxurious jacuzzi and a fully equipped gym stood to one side.

A small study—barely used—sat tucked in a corner, while a lavish bar adorned the adjacent living area.

And then…

The closet.

Vani’s lips parted in awe as her gaze landed on it.

The space was massive—bigger than the entire store room she had once called her ‘room.’

Her delicate fingers clutched the fabric of Vidyut’s shirt, her eyes wide with wonder.

Vidyut smirked inwardly, watching her reaction with amusement.

She’s so damn adorable.

He carried her inside and placed her gently on the plush sofa in the center of the closet.

“Sit here, bache.”

Vani sat quietly, her eyes roaming over the rows of his neatly organized clothes—suits, shirts, and expensive fabrics she had never touched in her life.

Meanwhile, the servants were placing the newly delivered clothes in the vacant section—the section Vidyut had prepared for her.

There was plenty of space for another person’s wardrobe, and now…

It was filled with clothes just for her.

Vidyut’s eyes followed the servants as they neatly arranged the clothes in the spacious closet.

Long skirts, crisp shirts, soft T-shirts, and modest pants—everything chosen carefully. There were also a few pairs of well-fitted jeans and comfortable leggings, giving her a variety to choose from.

To add a touch of tradition, he had picked out some short kurtis with intricate embroidery, paired with matching palazzos that would give her both elegance and comfort.

Though he didn’t know much about her preferences, he had kept everything minimal and tasteful—just a starter collection to make her feel at ease.

A small section of minimalist jewelry had also been added—dainty studs, delicate bracelets, and a few simple chains that wouldn’t overwhelm her but would still add a touch of grace.

He didn’t want to overwhelm her by filling the space with things she might not even like.

“This is just for now…” Vidyut murmured under his breath, his gaze softening as he watched Vani’s curious eyes scan the room.

“When you’re ready, bache… you’ll tell me what you like, and I’ll get you the world.”

His words echoed in his mind as he stood silently, watching her trace her fingers along the fabrics, her expression a mix of awe and disbelief.

For now, this was enough—a gentle beginning to make her feel safe in his world.

No short clothes—only the ones that covered her, just like she preferred.

Vidyut stood nearby, his arms crossed, watching the servants work while occasionally glancing at Vani.

Her wide-eyed wonder was undeniable as she took in the sight, her delicate fingers trailing over the fabric of one of the long skirts.

“You like them?” His deep voice pulled her from her thoughts.

Vani looked up at him, her lips parting slightly as if she wanted to say something.

But she only nodded softly.

“Good.”

Vidyut’s jaw tightened.

I’ll give you the world, bache…

But I’ll never let you leave it.

VANI’S POV 

Later, after arranging everything, I finally spoke, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Can I change into one of the new clothes?”

Vidyut’s eyes softened, but I caught the flicker of disappointment. I knew he liked seeing me in his shirt—it made me feel safe too—but I couldn’t stay in it forever. He nodded, his jaw tightening for a second.

“Should I help you? Your foot’s still hurt…” He asked, but I knew he already had the answer.

“No, I can do it.” I tried to sound confident, but my voice wavered.

Just as he was about to turn, I blurted out softly, “Can I… umm… get my old bag?”

His brows furrowed. “Why?”

I bit my lip, suddenly wishing I hadn’t said anything.
“Uhh… I need something from it.”

“What?” His tone was calm but firm.

“There’s… something important.”

“Vani,” he pressed, his eyes narrowing slightly, “what is it?”

“Please, na…” I murmured, looking down at my lap.

“No, not until you tell me,” his tone grew more insistent. “What do you want from that… scratch?”

I squeezed my eyes shut, heat rising to my cheeks.
“Uhmm… my… my… clothes.”

“Your clothes are right here, rabbit.” His confusion deepened, but I couldn’t meet his gaze.

“Not these…” I whispered. “My… under…garments.”

Silence.

I felt his gaze on me, and when I finally dared to look up, his jaw clenched, but his eyes… they held something else. Something that made my heart pound.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” His voice was softer now, but there was an edge to it.

“I… I didn’t know how to…” I swallowed hard, feeling like I might sink into the floor.

He sat down beside me, his warm presence making my heart flutter. Gently, he lifted my chin with his index finger, forcing me to meet his gaze. His dark, intense eyes locked onto mine, making my breath hitch.

“Bache…” his voice was soft, yet firm, sending a strange warmth through me. “You need to learn to ask for what you need. I’m here… to fulfill every single need of yours.”

His words were so gentle, so filled with something I couldn’t quite name. My eyes welled up, tears threatening to spill—not out of sadness, but out of something unfamiliar. Gratitude? Relief? I wasn’t sure.

Before I could speak, he continued, his tone turning slightly playful, “I have an idea.”

My curiosity piqued, and I tilted my head, looking at him with wide eyes. “What idea?” I asked softly.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Tomorrow…” He paused, making sure I was paying attention. “I’ll take you to my mall. You can choose whatever you like—not just your undergarments, but your essentials… anything that catches your eye. Whatever you want or even think you might like.”

For a moment, I froze, unable to process what he was saying. My mind struggled to comprehend it.

Mall?

My lips parted slightly in shock. I had never been to a mall before. My classmates used to talk about them all the time—about shopping, food courts, and all the fun they had. I had only imagined what it must feel like to walk through those glittering stores, to choose things for yourself.

And now…

“R-Really?” I whispered, barely able to believe it. “We’ll go… to a mall?”

He gave me a small nod, his smile warm and reassuring.

A sudden wave of joy washed over me, so overwhelming that I didn’t even realize when I threw my arms around him, hugging him tightly.

“Thank you…” I murmured softly, my voice muffled against his chest. “Thank you so much…”

I felt his arms wrap around me, holding me gently, yet securely. His warmth surrounded me, making me feel… safe.

For the first time in forever, I felt a flicker of happiness—a sense of belonging.

And all of it… was because of him.

“Bache,” he murmured, his lips brushing the top of my head. “You don’t have to thank me for something that’s already yours.”

My heart fluttered at his words. Already mine? What did he mean?

I pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at him, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. His dark eyes were staring into mine, filled with something so intense it made my stomach twist.

“Vani…” His thumb brushed away a stray tear from my cheek. “I’ll give you the world if you ask for it."

I didn't know how to respond. My throat felt tight, and words failed me.

"Tomorrow," he said softly, his voice almost a whisper. "We'll go to my mall, and you'll get everything you need."

My eyes widened again. His mall?

"Your... mall?" I echoed, confused.

He smirked, the corner of his lips tugging up in that infuriatingly sexy way. "Yes, bache. My mall. Russo Emporium. It's one of the biggest in the city."

I blinked at him, my mind struggling to process his words.

"You... own a mall?" I asked, still unsure if I heard him right.

"Several, actually," he said casually, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

I stared at him in awe, my mind spinning. I had never been inside a mall, let alone imagined going to one where everything belonged to him.

"Tomorrow," he repeated, his voice softer now. "We'll go, and you can pick whatever you want. No restrictions."

My heart raced with excitement, but beneath that happiness, a small voice whispered...

What did I do to deserve this kindness?

But I didn't let those thoughts take over. Not tonight.

"Okay," I murmured softly, a shy smile tugging at my lips.

Vidyut's eyes darkened, and his thumb lingered a moment longer on my cheek. "That's my good girl."

VIDYUT’S POV 

When she smiled at me like that-soft, innocent, and so damn trusting-I felt something shift in my chest.

It wasn't just about protecting her anymore.

She was becoming my everything.

I wanted to pull her into my arms, to hold her close and feel her heartbeat against mine. But I wasn't sure if she was comfortable with that yet. So, instead, I clenched my thoughts, keeping them at bay.

She looked up at me with those wide, doe-like eyes, and I asked softly,
"Do you still want to change? Or can you manage till tomorrow? You can change in the morning, and then we'll leave for the mall."

I wanted her to stay in my shirt a little longer, to see her in something that was mine.

"Okay," she replied without hesitation, her voice barely above a whisper.

Later that day, I buried myself in work. The underground clan's general meeting was coming up next month, where all the mafia bosses would gather. I needed to prepare well in advance to free up time when the day came. On top of that, I had to strengthen the security around the bungalow now that Vani was going to be living here.

She had spent most of the afternoon in her room, resting. But she'd mentioned how bored she was, so I figured taking her to the mall tomorrow might help. I'd buy her something-maybe books or painting supplies. Anything that caught her interest.

But now, a real dilemma lingered in my mind. Should I ask her if I could sleep in the room with her tonight? Not on the bed, of course-if she wasn't comfortable with that yet-but maybe on the couch. But what if she said no? Then I'd have to stay in the living area of my floor, which was connected to my room but felt too damn far from her. I just hoped she'd say yes to either option.

I made my way upstairs and entered my room. She was pacing gently, trying to walk straight, her hair cascading down her back, her smile lighting up the space. She looked... happy. Probably excited about tomorrow's shopping trip.

I'd even given her a paper and pen to jot down anything she wanted to buy, and I noticed it neatly placed on the nightstand.

But she was lost in her own world now, her soft chuckles echoing in the quiet room. And for a moment, I stood there, just watching her-wishing I could freeze time.

She looked up the moment she realized I was in the room, her lips curling into a soft pout.

"You should make some noise when you enter," she murmured, her voice carrying a faint complaint-for the first time.

That tiny hint of defiance stirred something primal inside me.

"Okay, baby. I'll do that for you."

I closed the distance between us and scooped her up in my arms, carrying her in a bridal style. Her body fit perfectly against mine as I moved toward the cozy corner where I usually sat. Settling her on my lap, I kept her close, her warmth seeping into me as I reached for the list she had made.

"Hmm, let's see what all you need..."

But before I could read it, her small hands flew up, covering my eyes, stopping me.

"What are you doing, bunny?" I asked, confusion lacing my tone.

Her voice came out meekly. "There's... some personal stuff."

Personal? What could it be?

Bra.

Panties.

Pads. Tampons. Menstrual products.

Or... what else could be so personal that she wouldn't want me to see?

If it's those things, why is she acting shy? This is normal. We're together now-I should be the one making her feel comfortable, not letting her feel embarrassed about something so natural.

I gently pulled her wrists away, pinning them behind her back. My legs intertwined with hers as I pulled her flush against my chest, tilting her so we could both look at the list together.

My eyes scanned the items. Nothing out of the ordinary-just the basics.

Soaps.
Shampoo.
Body wash.
Razor.
Cream, lotions.
Towels.

And then...

At the very bottom of the list, scrawled in a slightly smaller, almost hesitant handwriting-

Bras. Panties. Pads.

Really, this girl.

A wicked grin tugged at my lips. I knew exactly what she had written, but I couldn't resist teasing her.

"Rabbit," I drawled, my tone playful, "I can't read the last three things... What have you written?"

Her face flushed instantly, the pink blooming on her cheeks, making her look even more adorable.

"I can read it. We'll buy it at the mall," she mumbled, trying to sound confident but failing miserably.

"But what is it?"

"It's... my personal stuff."

"Bunny," I smirked, leaning closer, "how will I know which stores to take you to if you don't tell me?"

Her eyes darted away, but her lips pressed into a stubborn line.

"It's my personal, Mr. Russo."

Damn.

Every time she called me Mr. Russo, it stirred an ache deep in my chest. It was like she was putting a distance between us, and I hated it. But I let it slide-this time.

"Vani," my voice dipped lower, a little more commanding now, "tell me what it is."

Her body shivered, her breathing hitching. I felt her pulse quicken as I held her closer.

Her eyes fluttered shut, and she whispered something so softly I couldn't catch it.

"Louder," I said curtly, my tone leaving no room for argument.

Another shiver ran through her as she spoke again-louder this time, but her voice still carried that shy hesitation that made my blood simmer.

"B-Bras... panties... pads..."

Her voice was barely above a whisper, but I heard every word. And damn, the way her body tensed against mine when she said it...

I leaned down, my lips brushing against her ear.

"Good girl," I murmured, feeling her melt into me.

But the game wasn't over yet. Not by a long shot.

"Hmm... So why were you so shy to tell me about them? These are very natural things to buy, so there's no need to be shy," I said softly, trying to make her understand that she could talk to me about anything. But I knew it wasn't that simple for her. She was still learning to trust me, and I needed to be patient.

She gave me a small nod, her eyes flickering with uncertainty.

Baby steps, Vidyut. Baby steps.

As she sat close to me, her scent filled my senses-vanilla with a hint of jasmine. My body moved on its own, my chin dropping into the crook of her neck. The moment my skin brushed hers, she shivered, her whole body stiffening.

Shit.

Was it fear? Or was she just shy? I didn't know, and that uncertainty clawed at me. I pulled back immediately, not wanting to scare her. My fingers found her chin, gently lifting her face to meet my gaze.

"Rabbit, this is actually our room," I started, my voice quieter than usual.

Her big, innocent eyes blinked up at me, confusion swirling in them.

"Our... room?" she echoed softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded, swallowing hard. Why the fuck was I nervous? I was never nervous. Not in front of anyone. But with her... it was different.

"It was mine earlier, but now... it's ours. So..." I trailed off, feeling like an idiot. Just say it, Vidyut.

And then-

"Can I... sleep on the bed? Or I can take the couch. Not on the bed if you're uncomfortable. I could even sleep in the living room but-" I took a breath, realizing I was rambling like a fool. "But I won't sleep anywhere else other than this room. And you..." I locked my eyes with hers. "You won't sleep anywhere but in my bed."

The words came out more possessive than I intended, but I meant every single one of them.

Her eyes widened, and for a moment, I thought she would panic. But then-
A soft chuckle escaped her lips.

What?

Her giggles filled the room, and I froze, completely caught off guard.

Hayeee her chuckle

I can die for this

Or can kill anyone with my bare hands

"Why are you chuckling?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at her.

But she didn't stop. If anything, her giggles grew louder. And then-she reached out and gently cupped my cheeks, her delicate fingers tugging them softly.

"You're cute," she murmured, her voice laced with amusement and... affection.

Cute?

Me? Vidyut Russo-the most feared mafia boss in Italy and India-was being called cute?

I blinked, processing her words as my brain short-circuited. But the moment her soft fingers brushed against my skin, something inside me stirred.

Oh, rabbit... you just poked the beast.

My eyes darkened, and I could feel the shift in the air. The urge to pull her closer, to devour that teasing smile off her lips, was almost uncontrollable.

But I held back.

Not yet. She's not ready.

Instead, I smirked, leaning in slightly, my voice dropping lower.

"Careful, rabbit," I murmured, my lips just a breath away from her ear. "You don't want to tease me like that... unless you're ready to face the consequences."

Her laughter died down instantly, her breath hitching.

Good. Now, she knows.

But damn... I could listen to that chuckle for the rest of my life.

VANI’S POV 

He said we could go to the mall for shopping, and I was so happy. He even gave me a pen and paper to make a list of things I needed. I only wrote down the essentials-nothing extra, even though he said I could buy whatever I wanted. But I couldn't waste his money on me. I jotted down everything I needed and, at the very end, wrote in the smallest handwriting:

Pads, panties, and bra.

I had never talked to anyone about these things, not even to myself. Only Malti Maa took care of it. She was the one who bought these things for me, using her own money. My so-called mother never bothered with such necessities. But when it came to dressing me up and parading me like a product to be sold, she knew how to make me look perfect.

I was too shy to tell him. I couldn't. After I finished the list, I tried to walk a little. I knew I could. Back in the Thakur house, I had to work no matter how sick or close to death I was. My body had learned to survive. I just needed to practice because Vidyu-no, no, Mr. Russo-never let me walk much.

As I was taking a few steps, he sneaked into the room like he always did. This time, I decided to complain about it. But when I did, he just gave me that smile and pulled me into his arms, making me sit on his lap on the bed.

This man has a strange kind of love... the kind that always finds a reason to make me sit in his lap.

I didn't resist. I settled into him as he glanced at my list, but I quickly covered his eyes. He pinned my hands behind my back and teased me, his voice playful, but then... he softened. He told me I could tell him anything. That these things were natural. It would take time for me to open up-I had never done that with anyone.

His face brushed against my neck, but I didn't feel the disgust I had felt with that uncle.

That man... my nightmare come true, all because of my parents.

I shivered, and Vidyut noticed. He stopped immediately.

After a moment, he asked-his voice so nervous-if he could sleep with me. Just the other day, he had told me he wasn't that kind of man. And I believed him. I trusted him. He even said he could sleep on the couch if I was uncomfortable. But then... he mumbled that I would sleep in his bed.

The way he was rambling made me chuckle.

And just like that, he teased me again. But this time... my laughter faded. I wasn't laughing anymore.

Because now... I was just looking into his eyes.

My eyes twinkled at his words, a mix of shock and shyness washing over me. I didn't know what to say, but a soft murmur escaped my lips.

"Mr. Russo... you can sleep wherever you want. Who am I to tell you?"

Our eyes were still locked, and the weight of his gaze made my heart flutter. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, pulling me even closer. His lips brushed near my ear, and his husky tone sent a shiver down my spine.

"Sleep in the bed. I'll sleep on the couch."

Before I could protest, he gently placed me on the bed. I was just... staring at him, wide-eyed, like a clueless child watching her father do something she didn't understand.

He tucked me in, his touch careful and warm, making sure I was comfortable. My eyes stayed on him as he walked toward the closet. The moment the door shut behind him, reality crashed down on me.

What the hell is happening to me?

Why is he affecting me so much?

Am I really sold... again?

But this didn't feel like before. This wasn't that nightmare. It was... different.

I don't know what his intentions are, what he plans to do with me...

But this feeling... whatever it is... I like it.

A few minutes later, he came back. He was in his night clothes-a plain black t-shirt that did nothing to hide the way his biceps stretched the fabric or the way his veins stood out along his arms.

Oh God...

He looks like a hero.

No... he is the hero of my life.

He walked toward me and stopped, watching me for a few seconds. His eyes were thoughtful, as if he was debating something. Before I could ask what was wrong, he leaned closer.

My body reacted instinctively. I pulled the blanket up to my chin, trying to hide... but I didn't even know from what. It was a reflex I couldn't control, but I wished I hadn't done it.

Oh God... why did I do that?

He didn't mean to kiss me.

What will he think of me now?

He didn't say anything. He just pressed a soft kiss to my temple, making my heart race. Then, I heard his footsteps moving toward the couch.

I was still cursing myself when his voice broke through the silence.

"Vani... sleep. Don't think too much."

How... how does he know?

It felt like he could read my mind, like he knew me inside out. I didn't know how, but his words calmed me. I closed my eyes and, for the first time in a long time... I drifted into sleep feeling safe.

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