Avani pvo///

The door opened just as the water splashed over person. my breath caught , frozen with horror, as i looked up to see a towering man standing there, his entire presence overwhelming the space.

He was tall-far taller than anyone i 'd ever met-and his build was powerful, muscles outlined beneath a dark, well-fitted suit that only added to his air of danger. But it was his eyes that truly paralyzed me .

His grey eyes, cold and piercing, locked onto me with an intensity that made me feel as if he could see straight into my soul .

There was something dangerously beautiful about them, an allure that pulled me in even though every instinct I had was screaming at me to look away, to run.

Say something, apologize! The thoughts spun in my head, but the terror held me captive, and all I managed was to stand there, helplessly staring into those icy grey eyes.

My hands trembled violently as I clutched the bucket tighter, my knuckles turning white, struggling to keep myself upright. He was soaked, yet he just stood there, staring at me with an unreadable expression. Was he angry? Amused? I couldn't tell, and that uncertainty made the fear twist tighter in my chest, squeezing the air from my lungs.

He took a step closer, and instinctively, I took one back, In a flash, his hand shot out and gripped my arm, his fingers wrapping around it like a steel vice. the bucket slipping from my trembling hands and clattering to the floor. .

The force was enough to make me wince. He pulled me towards him with a rough, unforgiving yank, and I stumbled, slamming into his chest.

My heart was racing, pounding so hard I was sure he could feel it.

"I-I'm sorry," I stammered, my voice small and shaky, the words tumbling out . "I didn't mean to- It was an accident, I swear. The water... I didn't see you. I'm so sorry. p-please le-t ...me go ."

I tried to twist my arm free, but his grip only tightened, and a sharp, startled gasp escaped me. My fear was like a living thing now, clawing at my insides, making it hard to think, to breathe. I could feel the strength in his hold, the way he could so easily crush me if he wanted.

He leaned closer, his face inches from mine, and I flinched, instinctively turning my head away, but he didn't let me. He raised his other hand,forcefully gripping my chin, forcing me to look at him.

I was trembling now, my entire body shaking under his touch. The icy, calculating look in his eyes made me feel exposed, vulnerable in a way I'd never felt before.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper. I swallowed hard, unable to stop the tears that burned at the corners of my eyes. his hold on me was too strong, his presence too overwhelming.

I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, only stare up into those icy grey eyes that held me captive.

His eyes slowly traveled over my face, taking in every detail. I felt like I was being examined, like he was memorizing each feature as if he'd never seen anyone like me before. The intensity of his stare made me feel exposed, as if he could read every thought running through my mind. I swallowed hard, trying not to flinch as his gaze lingered on my quivering lips and tear-filled eyes.

He tilted his head slightly, though his eyes remained cold. "Your name," he said, voice low and dangerously smooth, like velvet covering a blade.

I hesitated, confusion mixing with the fear. Why was he asking my name? Was he going to fire me? My breath hitched at the thought. No, worse-he would fire my mother . My heart sank, a new wave of dread washing over me. I had messed up so badly. He wasn't just going to fire me; he would punish my mother for my mistake. She would lose her job, and it would be all my fault.

"A-Avani," I whispered, barely able to get the words out. "My name is Avani. Please, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to throw water on you. It was an accident, I promise." My voice cracked on the last word, and I felt the tears well up, blurring my vision.

He didn't say anything for a moment, just kept his eyes locked on mine, watching me like a predator that has cornered its prey.

Avani," he repeated slowly, almost tasting the name on his tongue, as if committing it to memory. The way he said it sent a shiver down my spine, as though he had taken my name and made it his own, a claim I couldn't escape from.

As he moved closer, his grip on my arm tightened. Panic surged through me, and I struggled to pull free, twisting and yanking my arm as hard as I could, but he didn't let go. If anything, his hold only became firmer, his fingers digging into my skin with a force that made me wince.

His face was inches from mine now, his breath warm against my skin. He lowered his head, his lips hovering dangerously close, so close I could almost feel them brushing against mine. My heart raced, pounding wildly against my ribcage as terror twisted in my gut.

I thrashed against him, struggling harder, my breath coming out in short, panicked gasps, but he didn't budge. He only pulled me tighter against him, his hand snaking around my waist, holding me in place.

A single tear rolled down my cheek, quick and hot, as I braced myself for whatever was about to happen. My entire body was shaking, and I couldn't breathe past the lump of fear lodged in my throat. I was trapped in his hold, waiting, expecting the worst, feeling his grip on my chin tighten.

But then... nothing.

Seconds ticked by, stretching into what felt like an eternity, and still, nothing happened. The grip on my chin disappeared, the oppressive weight of his presence lifted, and I slowly opened my eyes, blinking away the tears.

I slid down the wall that was next to me, my legs giving out beneath me as I sat, struggling to steady my breath. My heart pounded erratically, the echoes of fear still gripping me. My hands trembled as I clutched at my clothes, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

Who is he? The question consumed me. One moment, he was there-his presence suffocating, his grip unyielding-and the next, he was gone, disappearing like a shadow. How could someone just vanish like that?

I wiped the tears from my cheeks, but the cold weight of his touch still lingered on my arm and chin. His grey eyes haunted me, their piercing intensity leaving me shaken. There was something unnatural about him, something that defied logic.

After some time, I forced myself to get up, brushing off the lingering fear. I wiped away my tears and tried to steady my shaking hands. There's no point dwelling on this now. I have to finish my work.

Pushing the encounter to the back of my mind, I went back to cleaning, my movements mechanical, my mind racing. Once done, I walked toward the kitchen, pausing briefly to check my reflection in a shiny surface. My eyes were still puffy, and my face showed traces of my earlier panic. I quickly wiped my face again, straightened my posture, and plastered on a neutral expression.

I couldn't tell my mom what had happened. She wasn't feeling well already, and I didn't want to worry her. She had enough on her plate without adding my problems to the mix.

As I entered the kitchen, my mom was finishing up her last task. She turned to me with a surprised look. "Why did you come here? I told you to wait for me back there!"

Her tone wasn't harsh, just tired, and I gave her a small smile. "I thought I'd help a little," I replied softly.

She sighed, shaking her head. "Well, it's fine now. The boss has arrived too, and I've finished my work. Let's go."

I nodded, relieved that she didn't press further. Together, we left the mansion and headed to the hospital.

At the hospital, the doctor ran some tests on my mom. We sat in the waiting area for what felt like hours, the silence heavy between us. I kept glancing at her, worried, but she smiled weakly at me, as if to reassure me.

As i held my mother's hand, my thoughts drifted back to the man with the intense gray eyes. Suddenly, i felt a jolt in my hand.

her body slumped forward. "Mom!" I shouted, catching her just as she fainted. My heart raced as I called for help, my earlier fears forgotten, replaced by the over whelming panic of seeing her like this.