Page 34 of The Redemption
He walks into my space, turns it upside down, and still doesn’t think I deserve an explanation. He keeps searching my room, touching everything and leaving a mess behind. I can’t even call my guards because that would only complicate things further. Nor can I complain at the reception desk. This ishisestate. Every inch of this place belongs to him. They cannot do much in this situation either.
But that doesn’t mean I’ll tolerate this nonsense. Before I can take a step, he’s already in front of me. Two strides. That is all it takes for his arms to grab me. Andbefore I can even react, my back hits the wall. The movement is so quick that I have no time to resist. He doesn’t slam me against it, but the force is enough to make me freeze.
“My pendant. Where is it?” he mutters angrily.
My gaze lifts to meet his. So… this is what it’s about? He stormed in here for his lost pendant and, instead of asking, decided to turn my room upside down.
No way! He’s definitely not getting it back. Not after this.
As if he reads my expression, his eyes lock onto mine, the earlier irritation replaced by something far more unforgiving.
“You’ve dared to keep it with you without my knowledge,” he says, moving closer. “I need it back.”
Raghav Kundra is dangerously close to losing it. For the first time since I stepped into this estate, I’m witnessing this volatile side of him.
This is not intimidation. It’s a warning. A real one.
And for what? A mere pendant?
My heart tells me not to test his limits. This is not a fire I should stoke. Maybe I should end this and return what’s his.
“Where… is… it?” he spells every syllable, his nails almost dig into my skin through the thick robe.
“The pillow,” I answer, exhaling slowly, and gesture towards the bed.
The change in him is immediate. Raghav leaves me without another word and turns towards the bed, as if whatever patience he had left is gone. As soon as he reaches the bed, he starts pushing the pillows aside, not bothering to be gentle. Fabric shifts, cushions fall out of place, and then he stops. His hands freezes as he finds the pendant under one of my pillows.
The moment his fingers close around it, something shifts in his expressions again. It’s as if this pendant is his whole world, and he’s just got his world back.
His breathing steadies, and his shoulders relax slightly. The tension is still there, but it no longer feels like it is about to snap. It feels contained again, locked back where it belongs. Clearly, the pendant means a lot to him, enough to bring him into my room like this.
I watch him for a second longer. And then the anger I had pushed aside while trying to figure him out returns, just as strongly. I march towards him and close the distance between us.
“What exactly do you think you’re doing? First, you walk into my room without my permission, and then you turn everything upside down. I won’t tolerate this, RK.”
But as expected, he doesn’t even look at me, as if my words don’t deserve his attention. And that irritates me more than our arguments have.
“You can’t get away with this, do you hear me?” I shout again. “Even my brother doesn’t step inside my room without mypermission… so don’t make the mistake of thinking you’re above that rule.”
Finally, I have his attention. Raghav looks at me with the same anger he had a while ago when he was searching for the pendant.
“What?” I ask coolly. “Did I bruise your manly ego? I don’t care.” This time I take a step closer, refusing to be intimidated look by his. “Get out.”
The moment the words leave my mouth, he leans forward and picks up the cashmere scarf I’d carelessly left on the bed. My brows draw together immediately.
“That’smine,” I say, moving to snatch it from his hand. But I barely get close. The instant my fingers reach for it, his hand closes around my wrist, stopping me mid-motion. Before I can react, his other hand is already there. In one swift move, Raghav pulls both of my hands behind my back, securing them together in a firm grip.
“What are you doing?” I snap, irritation rising again as I try to twist free. “Let me go.”
Obviously, he doesn’t. Closing the remaining distance between us, he leans over me and uses the scarf to bind my wrists behind my back, making sure the knot is firm and secure.
What the hell!
I struggle against him, trying to break his hold, but his grip only tightens. The friction of our bodies as I try to resist him only presses us closer.
“RK, I said leave me,” I warn again.
But he continues to tighten the knot around my wrists without breaking eye contact, as if he doesn’t hear me at all. In seconds, my hands are bound behind my back.
