A U T H O R

“Are we going on a long drive, Sweetheart?”

It was as if a cold, heavy weight had settled on Isha's chest, her heart frozen in that moment.

Summoning every ounce of courage she had left, she slowly turned her gaze behind her. But the sight that greeted her was enough to make her blood run cold.

There he was, sitting in the backseat, his eyes glinting with an unsettling calmness. His presence seemed to fill the car, dark and predatory, like a devil biding his time, waiting for the right moment to strike. Sweat trickled down her forehead, and for a moment, the world outside the car seemed to blur into nothingness.

A cold wave of fear washed over Isha, making her entire body tremble as her tears silently slid down her cheeks. Every inch of her felt exposed, as if the world had shrunk to just the two of them in that suffocating moment. He leaned closer, his presence suffocating her, until the rough edge of his lips brushed against the tender skin behind her ear. The contact was unsettling, sending a sharp chill through her veins.