Chandni was in Manisha's room at this time. Then Manisha asked her, "Are you fine?"
Chandni quickly replied, "Yes aunty, I am absolutely fine. Why? Why are you asking this?"
Manisha replied to her, "It doesn't look like that looking at you. Your face is pale and it is clear that you are not well."
Chandni smiled and said, "I am absolutely fine aunty, it is just a little work pressure and I am not feeling well. I had fever yesterday."
Chandni was lying because she had to get out of here and she had to lie to someone.
Manisha said worriedly, "Son, you should take a leave, right? It is not necessary that you always work for me. You can take a leave."
Chandni mumbled, "But aunty, if I take a leave then who will take care of you?"
Manisha said smilingly, "There will be more people to take care of the place. One caretaker cannot be there for the whole day. You take a leave of two-three days."
Chandni quickly asked, "Really? Can I take a leave?" Manisha replied to her, "Absolutely! I am giving permission, so you don't need to ask anyone."
After some time, Chandni had left from there after putting Manisha to sleep. She reached her quarter, she quickly closed the door. Once again Chandni started remembering everything that Armaan had done to her yesterday. That thought of force was not going out of Chandni's mind.
"Now I have to leave from here. If Manisha aunty gives permission, then I can leave from here. No one will stop me. I just have to take a week's leave and after that I will leave Shimla," Chandni started packing her things muttering to herself.
Whatever she had and whatever she had brought here, she was going to leave from there. In a short while she had done all her packing. Chandni came out with her bag. Here Mouli was giving some orders to a servant.
She saw Chandni and asked, "Where are you going with the luggage?"
Chandni replied, "Manisha aunty said that I can take leave. I need a week's leave. Actually, I am not feeling well. I want to be alone for a while, that's all."
Mouli said in surprise, "Chandni, leave is not given just like that. Nothing happens here without Armaan sir's permission. No one comes or goes. How many times should I tell you?"
Chandni replied, "But Manisha aunty has given me permission."
Before Mouli could say anything, her eyes went towards Raghav and she became completely silent.
Raghav looked at Chandni and said, "You have got the leave. Manisha madam told me and I am talking to Armaan sir."
Chandni said in surprise, "Really?"
"I am not lying. You have got a week's leave. You can go."
Hearing Raghav's words, a slight smile appeared on Chandni's lips. She felt that everything happened very easily. But she was happy, as easily as everything happened, she could leave as easily.
Chandni took her bag and left from there immediately.
After coming out of the villa, she muttered to herself, "Now I have to leave Shimla as soon as possible. I have to go to the airport." Saying this, she took out her phone and checked it.
Pulkit had already sent her the details of the tickets, meaning her tickets were already booked.
Chandni booked a cab. Within 5 minutes her cab had arrived there. She quickly got inside the car and the car moved ahead.
Chandni was lost somewhere while looking outside. First of all she was feeling guilty, but after the way Armaan had forced himself on her yesterday, she did not want to think anything about Armaan and then brother, she was just thinking, or we can say that she was understanding this much that if Armaan did wrong to her, then wrong should happen to Armaan too.
After about half an hour, Chandni looked at the driver with questioning eyes and said, "Where are you taking me? It's been half an hour, we should have reached the airport by now."
The driver replied to her, "Madam, I am taking you to the right place."
Chandni said nervously, "The right place? What do you mean? I have to be taken to the airport. I had entered the location of the airport. Where are you taking me?"
This time the driver did not answer Chandni's questions.
Chandni shouted, "Listen to me first, you..."
Chandni's condition is getting worse now. The driver was not responding after that and he had also increased the speed of the car.
Chandni tried to unlock the door, but the child lock was on. The door was closed. She again looked at the driver, who was not even looking at her.
"Where are you taking me? Please, tell me!"
Before Chandni could complete her sentence, the driver applied the brakes.
Chandni immediately looked outside. There was a farm house outside. The driver opened the door and came out. He opened the door towards Chandni and said with his head down, "You have to go inside and if you don't go, then I will take you by force."
Chandni looked at the driver in surprise and she immediately got out of the car. "Which place is this? Why am I here? I don't understand, please..."
Muttering, Chandni looked at the driver. The driver replied to her with his head down, "Sorry madam, I can't tell you anything. You just have to go inside."
Chandni took a deep breath and started walking towards the farm house. Her condition was getting worse due to fear.
Somewhere, only one person was coming to her mind, and that was Armaan Singhania.
As soon as she reached the door, Chandni's steps stopped.
Her heart was beating very loudly. It seemed as if her heart would come out of her body. Chandni took a deep breath and opened the door. As soon as she stepped inside, she heard the sound of a gunshot.
Chandni screamed loudly and looked ahead, but there was no one in front. She did not know where the sound came from, but it came from very close to her and as soon as she entered, the door closed behind her.
"No, please! Open the door, please open the door!"
Chandni was knocking on the door pleadingly, but perhaps there was no one to hear her. Then came the sound of a whistle from behind her.
Chandni suddenly froze. She was quietly looking at the door in front. Her hand was still on the door. The sound of the whistle was coming closer and closer. Chandni started feeling someone's presence behind her. She felt that whoever was behind her had come very close to her. And Chandni probably had an idea of who that person was.
Then she heard a voice, "Welcome to the world of Armaan Singhania, caretaker."
Hearing Armaan's voice, Chandni felt as if the ground beneath her feet had slipped away. She turned around and collided directly with Armaan's chest. Chandni raised her head slightly and looked at Armaan.
Armaan placed his hand on the door near Chandni's shoulder and looking into her eyes said, "Welcome to my world, caretaker. How do you feel about being trapped in my world?"
Chandni said softly, "Sir, what are you doing? Why did you call me here? That driver... he dropped me here on your instructions."
Armaan started laughing loudly after hearing her question. His laughter was so dangerous that tears came to Chandni's eyes.
Armaan was laughing while taking a step back, while Chandni was looking at him with tears in her eyes. Somewhere she had come to know that perhaps Armaan had found out everything about her.
"I am sorry... I am really sorry," saying this, tears started flowing from Chandni's eyes. Armaan stopped suddenly and stared at Chandni.
Armaan's hazel eyes were turning slightly red at this moment. He was staring at Chandni while she was crying badly.
Armaan asked her, "Why are you crying, caretaker? Did you do something that you shouldn't have done?"
Chandni replied, "I am sorry... I didn't do it intentionally. It was my compulsion... I am really sorry. I didn't want to steal, but Pulkit..."
Before Chandni could finish her words, Armaan held her tightly by the throat and banged her head against the door. A slight scream came out of Chandni's mouth. She could feel that her head was hurt, while Armaan's grip on her throat was getting stronger.
Slowly Chandni started having trouble breathing. She was trying to get free from Armaan, she was waving her hands here and there, but she could not do anything to Armaan. Her whole face had turned red due to lack of breathing.
Chandni was trying to open her mouth and say something, but she was not able to speak. Slowly darkness started covering her eyes. Just at that moment Armaan let go of her throat.
Chandni started coughing loudly and she fell down. She was holding her throat and she was coughing badly. Her whole face had turned red, her hair had scattered, and her eyes had turned red.
Chandni had understood by now that Armaan Singhania could kill her. Due to her anger, she was still coughing and was silently looking at the ground. Then Armaan sat on his toes in front of her. Chandni looked at him nervously, fear was clearly visible in her eyes.
"What happened, caretaker? Are you scared? Weren't you scared when you entered my house and tried to harm me right under my nose? You knew that I was watching you, but still you did what you did. Is it right?"
After listening to Armaan, Chandni's condition started getting worse.
She pleaded, "I am sorry... I am really sorry... I had no option..."
Just then Armaan shouted, "Just shut up! Just shut the f*** up!" Chandni closed her eyes tightly and started crying badly.
Armaan took her hair in his fist and pulled it hard. Chandni screamed in pain. She felt as if her hair would be pulled out from the scalp.
"You played a game, caretaker. Now, it's my turn. It's my turn to play a game," Armaan said.
Chandni opened her eyes slightly and looked at Armaan, who looked no less than a devil at this moment. She cried and said, "Sorry..."
Just then Armaan let go of her hair and stood up. Chandni started massaging her scalp. She was still crying.
Armaan shouted loudly, "Raghav!"
In a few moments Raghav had arrived there. Chandni did not even dare to look at Raghav. She was just crying.
Armaan ordered her and said, "Call the lawyer, right now. Caretaker, she is going to be Armaan Singhania's wife."
Chandni's heart stopped beating. She immediately raised her head and looked at Armaan, who was looking at her with a strange smile. His smile sent goosebumps down Chandni's body.
"Marriage? No... I'm sorry, Armaan sir, but you can't do this to me, please..."
Without saying anything, Armaan held Chandni's hand and forced her to stand up. A soft sigh came out of Chandni's mouth. She put her hand on her head. Armaan pulled her very close to him, so close that their chests were touching each other.
"I didn't give you an option, caretaker. I have told you, this is going to happen."
Raghav quickly said, "Yes sir, the lawyer is coming in just 10 minutes."
Armaan smiled crookedly and said, "So caretaker, let's get ready for pre-suhagrat in 10 minutes."
Chandni shouted loudly, "No, please! I am sorry, Armaan!"
Ignoring Chandni's words, Armaan took her straight to a room. After reaching inside the room, he closed the door and left Chandni with a strong push.
Chandni stumbled and fell straight down. She once put her hand behind her head and looked at her hand, there was blood on her hand. This meant that she was bleeding from the back of her head.
Then Armaan sat on his toes in front of her and started looking at Chandni's face. Chandni was quietly looking at her hand. There was blood on her hand, she was in pain and was crying badly.
"You shouldn't have done this, caretaker, not at all. Now you are trapped in my trap, and now no one can save you," muttering, Armaan put the hair coming on Chandni's face behind her ear.
Chandni said crying, "I had no option..."
Hearing this, Armaan's expression changed completely. He held Chandni's jaw tightly and turned her face towards him and said, "You have an option every time, caretaker. You could have gone and told me, you had the option. And I gave you a chance to come and tell me, but you didn't say anything. You came to my room, you had the chance. You came to my office room, you had the chance. After losing all the chances, caretaker, now there is no use crying."
Armaan suddenly let go of Chandni's face. Chandni was still sobbing. Armaan stood up, looked at her for a few moments and then sat down comfortably on a sofa.
Chandni was crying while lying on the floor in front of him, and Armaan was looking at her with extreme intensity and terrifying eyes.
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