The morning light barely filtered through the broken curtains when Aarohi woke up. She rushed through her daily chores, her small fragile frame moving quickly from one task to another, as if trying to escape the weight of the life she was forced to endure.
As she entered her cramped little room after finishing her work, she heard Nahim ji's voice call out from the living room where he sat on the worn-out sofa, speaking to someone on the phone.
"Chiku… start packing your things, beta. We're leaving this evening itself," he instructed.
Aarohi quickly nodded without asking questions and disappeared into her room. Just as she started gathering her few belongings, the doorbell rang.
"Chiku! Open the door!" Nahim ji's voice called again.
As Aarohi opened the door, her heart nearly stopped. Her wide, terrified eyes met with four to five towering men — their bodies muscular and their faces cold, like men used to breaking bones more than words.
Before she could react, one of them grabbed her roughly by the neck and shoved her inside the house. Her small frame stumbled to the floor, fear gripping every part of her.
Nahim ji's phone slipped from his hand as sweat beaded his forehead. His voice trembled.
"W-who are you? Why are you here?"
Then came the sound of slow, heavy footsteps as the leader of the group stepped through the door. He walked inside like a king claiming his land, his sinister smile making Aarohi's skin crawl.
"You really thought you could escape, old man?"
"Did you think we wouldn't find you after all these years?" he sneered, sprawling himself casually on the sofa, his legs wide apart, owning the place without lifting a finger.
Nahim ji's voice cracked.
"I… I don't have the money… if I had it, I would've paid you… please, let me and my family go. Just give me a little more time…" His hands folded in desperation.
The man's laugh echoed through the suffocating room.
"Time? You've been buying time for ten years!"
"Not anymore."
Before another plea could escape Nahim ji's mouth, the man casually pulled out his gun. Aarohi screamed, "Papa!" just as the deafening shot rang out.
Nahim ji collapsed lifelessly onto the cold floor, blood pooling beneath him.
Aarohi crawled to her father's side, shaking him, begging him to open his eyes, sobbing uncontrollably. Her body trembled as she clutched his now lifeless hand.
Bina ji stood frozen, her face pale — but her heart was not shattered like Aarohi's. Her fear was not for the dead, but for herself.
The man turned his gaze to Bina ji, his voice taunting and cruel.
"Relax, lady. I'm not going to kill you… I don't need your money anymore."
Bina ji's voice trembled, "Then… what… do you want?"
The man's smile deepened, wicked and hungry.
"Now… I just want to play."
"With you. In the bedroom."
The color drained from Bina ji's face. Despite her years, she still had a beauty men desired… and monsters like him preyed upon. Her body became the price for her life.
Without another word, the man dragged Bina ji into the bedroom. Moments later, sounds of her sobs leaked through the cracked door, violating the silence.
Aarohi sat frozen by her father's body. She felt… empty.
The only person in the world who had called her his daughter… was gone. And now, she was nothing more than a slave in a world where no one would come for her. A world where her body could be traded, her tears unnoticed.
She hugged her knees, letting her tears soak her skin. A hollow sob escaped her lips.
In a single day, everything was taken from her. Her only shelter was gone.
Her world — completely shattered.
She was just seventeen…
But the world had already shown her its most brutal face.
Little did she know…
someone was coming for her.
A storm was brewing in London.
And when it arrived — it would burn everything that dared to hurt his little Purple.
Upcoming...
While Aarohi was trapped in a nightmare she couldn't escape…
In a luxurious mansion across London, someone's patience had run out.
Ruhan's jaw clenched as he stared at her photograph, his grip tightening with every passing second. His voice, cold and lethal, echoed through his office—
"Prepare the jet. I'm bringing her back… I don't care where she is or who stands in my way."
Because when Ruhan Singh Singhal decides something…
Nothing—not distance, not fate, not even hell itself—could keep him away from his Purple.
The hunt had begun.
And this time… he wouldn't return empty-handed.
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