𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆

इक हसीना थी, इक दीवाना था

क्या उमर, क्या समा, क्या ज़माना था.

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The silence of the house was suffocating.

Her footsteps echoed too loudly as she stepped inside, calling for her rabbit. "Bunbun?" Her voice bounced off the empty walls, but there was no answer, no soft thud of paws. Something was wrong.

The air was thick with an unfamiliar, greasy scent, making her stomach twist. She followed it, dread seeping in.

The kitchen light flickered, too bright, too inviting.

And then she saw him.

A man stood at the stove, back to her, stirring something in a pan. She didn’t know him. He wasn’t supposed to be here.

"Who the fuck are you?" Her voice trembled, but she didn’t care. Panic and anger rose.

He didn’t flinch, only sighed, his voice smooth. "You left the door unlocked. Anyone could’ve walked in."

Her fingers tightened. "Where’s my rabbit?"

He turned to face her, his eyes empty and cold. "You’re just in time for dinner," he said, lifting a plate from the counter.

Her stomach churned. The meat was dark, wrong. The smell thick and suffocating.

And then she saw it.

A tuft of white fur, near the cutting board.

Her breath hitched. "No."

He only smiled. "Sit down. You shouldn’t let good food go to waste."

Her world tilted. "Where’s Bunbun?"

He sighed, setting the plate down. "What a funny name for dinner."

Her heart pounded as her eyes shifted. The fur. The knife. The red stains.

The realization hit her. You sick fuck.

She lunged, grabbing anything to throw. A bottle, a glass—anything to break the madness. She hurled it at him, fury flooding her veins.

He dodged easily, laughing. "Feisty, aren’t you? I like that."

She stumbled back, her body shaking. "You killed him," she gasped.

"I cooked for you," he said smoothly. "You should at least try it."

Her stomach churned. "Stay the fuck away from me!" she screamed, turning to run.

The scrape of a chair. The click of a knife.

His voice followed her, dark and amused. "Jo maine kiya, wo sirf shuruat hai," he murmured, his words a twisted hum. "Ab dekhein... shikaar bhagta hai ya shikari se khelta hai."

He was suddenly behind her, his lips kissing her earlobe as he whispered, "The game has just begun.

"

The game had begun.

And there was no way out?