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After about two hours of torturing herself, she came out of the bathroom. She could barely walk, feeling extreme pain in her lower abdomen. Somehow, she managed to get back to her room, changed her clothes, and collapsed face-down on the bed, once again crying tears of anguish from her red eyes.

On the other side,

In room number 30 of the same hotel, it looked like a disaster had struck.

Cushions from the sofa were on the floor, a beautifully arranged flower vase had shattered into pieces on the ground.

The velvet sheet, usually neatly spread on the bed, was now on the floor like trash, and a black towel lay nearby.

The state of the room hinted at some massive storm that must have occurred there last night.

Amidst all this, on the luxurious bed lay a person, only his back visible, with a snake tattoo running down his spine, looking so realistic and dangerous that it seemed ready to strike. The most bizarre part was that the person was lying naked on the bed, with his hair sprawled over his forehead. Even in his sleep, there was a hardness to his face.

As the person stirred and reached out his hand, finding nothing there, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the bed, which was empty.

And now his face became clear; it was Arth Raghuvanshi, and his face had turned dark with anger. The silence in the room, which had prevailed until now, signaled the impending storm.

Arth looked at the empty spot with intense disdain and said, "You made a huge mistake by coming close to me and an even bigger mistake by leaving without my permission. Now, you will learn what happens when someone enters Arth Raghuvanshi's life without his consent, Miss Mysterious. You will regret it."

As he noticed the bloodstains on the bed, a strange smile appeared on his face.

Then, caressing the bloodstains with his hand, he spoke like a psycho, "Mine, only mine. I became the first person to touch you, and now I'll be the last. I've penetrated your body, and now I'll penetrate your soul and imprison it, Arth Raghuvanshi."

Speaking like a madman, he got up from the bed, wrapped a black towel around his V-shaped waist, took a cigarette from the drawer beside the bed, lit it, and walked towards the balcony, exhaling smoke and making a call.