Priya's pulse quickened as she picked up the pace, her heart racing with every step. The footsteps behind her were growing louder, more deliberate. She risked another glance over her shoulder, and a chill ran down her spine. Three men, dressed entirely in black with their faces hidden behind masks, were trailing her.
Fear surged through her. She had to escape. She didn’t know who they were or what they wanted, but instinct told her they were dangerous. Without thinking, she broke into a run, her wet shoes slipping on the slick pavement.
But as she turned a corner, she collided with another man coming from the opposite direction. He was tall, dressed in the same black attire, his face covered. Before she could react, his hand shot out, grabbing her wrist with a strength that felt like iron.
Priya tried to pull away, but he was too strong. His other hand moved swiftly to her neck, pressing firmly against the sensitive nerves. The pressure was enough to make her head spin, her breath catching in her throat. Her vision blurred, and her legs gave way beneath her.
Panic filled her mind as the world around her tilted, and in that moment, everything went black.
The last thing she heard was a muffled voice—an unfamiliar, authoritative tone—"carefull with her"
The grip on her neck loosened, and her limp body was lifted into the man's arms. The men who had been following her didn’t chase. Instead, they stood motionless, as if they had been waiting for this very moment. Slowly, the fog in her mind began to lift, but Priya remained unconscious, unaware that the people she had feared were not the ones she needed to worry about.
But he didn’t drop her. Instead, he lifted her carefully into his arms, his movements gentle, as if he was determined not to hurt her. He cradled her against his chest, his hold steady and reassuring despite the situation.
With swift steps, he moved through the rain, ignoring the heavy downpour, and took her down a narrow alley. It wasn’t long before they reached a secluded house, and he gently placed her on a soft bed inside. He stood over her for a moment, watching as her chest rose and fell with each breath.
The house was quiet, and the only sound was the soft patter of rain against the windows. The man removed his mask, revealing a face of resolve and intensity.maybe He wasn’t a threat.
Priya remained unconscious, oblivious to the fact that the danger she had feared was not from him, but from the forces working against her.
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