Priya raised her head, her doe-sized eyes filled with terror and innocence simultaneously, met his gaze.
Shock etched on her face as she struggled to decipher his words, aware they carried more weight than they seemed.
“I said stand up, sweetheart. Did you hear me?” Priyank commanded, one eyebrow raised, jaw clenched.
Too weak from standing too long, Priya felt immobilised.
It wasn't just fatigue, but fear rendering her unable to move; the metallic tang of blood assaulting her senses, the dampness on her neck and feet screaming of the dire situation.
Summoning all her strength, she rose, keeping her gaze fixed on him, knowing any shift would only provoke him further.
“You know what you've done wrong?” Priyank's voice, cold as ice, pierced the silence.
That's exactly how he sounded—c
