Aakriti's POV

I checked the file and all the blueprints and spotted an error that might look minor but can cause major problems in the future. I called Dhruv and asked him when I could meet him and discuss this issue. He informed me that he was in the office today. After convincing him that it was an important matter, he agreed to meet me at eight o'clock at night in his office. Anyway, I am working until late at night, so there is no problem in meeting him.

I reached Dhruv's office, and the security guard stopped me. I informed him about my appointment with Dhruv, but he was not ready to let me in. I called him, but he was not picking up, so I called his assistant. I informed him about the situation, and he told the guard to let me in. He told me to go directly to Dhruv's cabin and also informed me that nobody would be in the office at this time except for him.

I entered Dhruv's cabin, and it felt like a storm had come here before. Everything was shattered and scattered messily. I entered and closed the door. I looked at Dhruv, and he was sitting on the couch, leaning forward. He was wearing a black shirt with the sleeves folded up to his elbow. His hands were formed in a fist tightly. I was able to see his veins. I saw a bottle of alcohol in his other hand. Is he drunk? But why is he drinking at this hour? 

"Dhruv." I called his name softly.

He looked at me, and the way he looked at me reminded me of a dreadful flashback. The familiar look that Dad had back then. Dhruv's eyes reflected pain and anger. The intensity of his emotions was so high that it became difficult to even look into his eyes. 

In that moment, I experienced fear and took a few steps back involuntarily. He looked at me, smirked, and started drinking alcohol again, completely ignoring my existence.

He was just chugging down alcohol with desperation, similar to a wanderer drinking water in a desert. The only difference is that instead of quenching his thirst, he was satisfying his anger. He looked desperate to seek something, most likely peace. But instead of getting any kind of peace, he was getting more angry.

I need to stop him, or else he will harm himself to divert his mind. I panicked, rushed near him, and snatched the bottle from his hand. 

"Enough. No more drinking." I said it in a serious tone.

He looked at me, gave me a mocking smile, and got up. He was shaking a bit and was not able to stand properly. Dhruv, don't fall on me, or else my bone will be crushed into powder. He stood straight, maintaining his balance. His whole body was stinking because of alcohol. He looked down at me with a strong gaze. It sent a shiver through my whole body. I never felt that my height was short until this moment. I don't know why, but I feel like a rabbit trapped by a lion. Should I just flee from here? But where and how? Will he let me go when he is so angry? 

"Who are you to me? How dare you order me? Who gave you the guts to raise your voice in front of me? Give that bottle back to me right now." Dhruv said angrily.

He said it so intensely that I felt my legs were getting weak. I am really on the verge of collapsing. Why the heck is he behaving in such a dominant way? I feel like I absolutely have no power in front of him. I am somewhat scared to even say anything at this moment. I realized today that Dhruv is actually intimidating. He holds the royal aura that compels people to obey his command. So what if he is the king? I am also Aakriti Nanda. People call me a nightmare for a reason. I will also see how you will drink this alcohol, Raja Sa.

He tried to take the bottle from my hand, but I pulled it back. He glared at me and tried again with greater strength. He was pulling me with the bottle back and forth like a doll. I lost my grip on the bottle and was about to fall back. I gripped his hand that held the bottle to get help, but he was already not stable. He fell along with me. The bottle in his hand hit the floor and made a loud sound, and our bodies collapsed on the couch. He smashed on top of me. He is so heavy. Dhruv, get up, or my bones will be broken. His face was buried in my neck. I could feel his breath. His lips were creasing on my collarbone, causing butterflies in my stomach. My body was aching and my heart was racing, but my mind was blank. He licked my collarbone and secured my collarbone between his teeth. What the hell are you doing? Dhruv, get off me.

He bit gently on my collarbone, stunning me. His action passed a wave of current through my body. He was biting, sucking, and kissing in the same spot. I was shivering with God knows which emotion, and then a mild moan escaped my mouth.

He was moving downward, tracing his lips on my skin. Not even for a second did he break the contact between his lips and my skin. If he moves slightly below, His lips would be on my chest. No. No. No.

"Dhruv." I called him in a barely audible voice. I am not sure if he was able to hear me or not. I was about to call him again, but he looked at me. His eyes expressed some strange emotions that I wasn't able to name.

He placed his hand on the couch and raised his body, creating a gap of a few inches between us. His action created friction between our bodies, and unconsciously, my breathing became heavier. He put his entire body's weight on that one hand, and with the other hand, he creased my right cheek. He brought his face closer to mine. He started playing with my ear. Don't touch my ears; they are extremely sensitive. My body was feeling weird. I need to tell him to get up before he does anything stupid.

"Dhruv get..." Before I could complete my sentence, he captured my lips. He started kissing my lips softly, and then his aggression was felt. He kissed me roughly, as if he were pouring all his anger into that kiss. He bit my lips, and I moaned slightly. He took advantage and started exploring my mouth with his tongue. His tongue was playing with mine as if he owned it. I could taste the alcohol and also smell it, and it suffocated me, making it difficult for me to breathe. He was still fondling my ear. My mind was a mess. Both simultaneous actions were creating havoc in my body. His hand didn't stop fondling my ears even for a second.

I felt dizzy, so I tried to push him away from me. But I couldn't move him with my tiny strength. I tried again but failed. He was not ready to leave my lips.

I got frustrated and bit his lip with all the strength that I had in me. He winced and moved slightly back. I pushed him away and opened my mouth to breathe. 

He fell on his back and screamed in pain. I looked at him, and as soon as I saw the glass pieces on the ground, I understood that the glass pieces pierced into his back. Oh no!
I helped him get up and made him sit on the couch. The blood on the ground told me that he was badly injured.

"I am sorry. So sorry. Where is the first aid?" He looked at me blankly. I asked him again but got no reply. I started searching for it and found it in a drawer.

I went near him, sat beside him, and asked him to remove his shirt, but he kept looking at me blankly. What am I going to do with this man?

I have no choice now. I hesitated for a few minutes but gathered all my courage and started unbuttoning his shirt. My fingers were trembling. I somehow unbuttoned the first two buttons and moved to the third one when he held my hand and pulled me towards him. I dashed towards him, and my lips brushed against his neck, and his body got stiff. 

"What are you doing?" He asked in a dangerous tone, glaring at me.

"You got hurt, and I want to apply medicine to you. Can I?" I asked him softly. When did I start speaking in this tone? Is it because I am scared of him? Am I really scared of him? He nodded his head, and I went back to unbuttoning his shirt. I removed his shirt, which was slightly damp because of blood. He moaned in pain. Some pieces came out along with the shirt, but a few were still in his skin. What the hell did you do, Aaku? I looked at his back, and there were many injuries, some very deep. Blood was oozing from his wounds, and I felt guilty for pushing him. But he deserved it. I wouldn't have done that if he hadn't kissed me. I carefully removed the glass pieces slowly. I took a cotton ball, poured some antiseptic on it, and tried to apply it to his wounds as gently as possible. He winced in pain, causing me to instinctively blow air on his wound.

"Sorry. Sorry. Is it painful? I will be careful." I said it softly.

I finished dressing his wounds, and he turned to face me. He looked sad and depressed. His eyes were just reflecting so much pain that it scared me. What happened to him? Why do I feel like he is suffering a lot? Wasn't he normal the last time I met him? Dhruv, are you alright? 

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