Amara's POV~

I was walking home from work, I felt his presence more strongly than ever before.

I quickened my pace, my heart pounding in my chest, but he seemed to be closing in on me. And then, suddenly he stepped out into the light, his dark eyes locked on me.

"Amara," he growled, his voice low and husky. "I've been waiting for you."

I took a step back, my breath hitching in my throat. "Who are you?" I demanded, my voice shaking.

He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving mine. "You know who I am," he said, his voice dripping with a dangerous charm. "I'm the one who's been watching you, following you, wanting you. And now, I'm taking what's mine."

I should have been scared, but instead, a heat pooled low in my belly. I couldn't deny the attraction I felt towards him, despite the fear.

I had always been drawn to danger, and this man was the epitome of it.

He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my face. "I've been thinking about you, fantasizing about you," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I want to make you scream my name, to feel you tremble under my touch."

I gasped as his hand trailed down my arm, his fingers leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "You're crazy," I breathed, but I didn't move away.

He chuckled, his breath warm against my ear. "Maybe," be admitted. "But I'm also selfish. I want you, Amara and I'm not going to let you go."

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but feel a thrill at the thought of being claimed by this dark, dangerous man. I had never wanted anything more.

"Then take me," I whispered, my voice husky with desire. "Take me now."

He groaned, his hands tightening on my hips as he pulled me closer. I gasped. "As you wish," he growled, his mouth crashing down on mine in a searing kiss.

He had claimed my, body and soul, and I was his to keep, forever.

I immediately jerked out of my sleep. What the fuck man? Was I daydreaming? I looked down and saw my one hand was inside my shorts and other inside the top.

Was I fucking touching myself just because of the stalker of mine? I was daydreaming that too a wet one of my stalker.

Wow! Just perfect Amara.

I always had a feeling of being watched, but I never imagined that the source of my unease would be the mysterious and alluring figure who had been stalking me for the past one and half year.

I had caught glimpses of him in the shadows, always keeping his distance but making his presence known in subtle ways.

He was a man of few words, but when he spoke, his voice was like a dark aura that seemed to wrap around me, drawing me in and making my heart race.

I smirked. The game has just started.

Glancing at the clock, my eyes widen in shock. Shit. I need to hurry up otherwise I'm going to get good scold from my grandfather.

Rushing to the bathroom, I brushed my teeth and after cleansing, I stripped out of my clothes to take a refreshing bath.

Today is the day. I'm going to take over the place of my grandfather. I lost my parents when I was just seventeen years old. My grandfather and my dearest brother never left my side.

Even though they were too devastated, they not even for a second cornered me.

My brother Daksh Sexena, a powerful man in the world of business. His dark aura, his sharp personality, cold hearted person. This were reserved for the outer world but for me he's the softest person you would ever see.

He is a great mentor, my hero, my handsome brother. He treats me just like his daughter.

Soon I got ready in my dark magenta formal suit. Pairing it with simple accessories. That's it.

Elegant!

Author's POV~

The crisp morning air whipped around the jet black Porche car of Amara as she pulled into the parking lot of the precinct.

It was a far cry from the polished chrome and marble of her sprawling penthouse, yet it held a charm she hadn't expected.
She's a self-made billionaire and an investigation officer, she had become a legend in the other countries. Now it's time to rule in Australia.

She's back to find the culprits behind her parents dead.

Her ruthless investigation acumen and sharp mind had made her a household name, but her true passion burned for justice. Her grandfather, the legendary Chief Inspector Abhay Saxena, in his mid sixties, had always dreamed of her joining the force, and today, that dream was finally coming true.
Her brother was not very fond of this force. So he made himself capable in the business world.

She felt a pang of nostalgia as she walked through the familiar halls. The chipped paint, the smell of coffee and stale cigarettes, even the worn-out, faded carpet underfoot - it was all part of the tapestry of her childhood.

The building had witnessed the triumphs and tragedies of her grandfather's career, and now, it would be her story to tell.
The officers lined up, their faces a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Amara, with her tailored suit and confident stride, was a stark contrast to their usual attire. But in their eyes, they saw not just a pampered heiress, but a woman bearing the weight of a legacy.
Chief Inspector Abhay, now frail and weathered, looked at her with pride and a hint of sadness. "Welcome home, Amara" he whispered, his voice gruff with emotion.
Amara left everything back when her parents passed away in the car accident. It was a difficult phase for her at that time. She went into depression.

But her brother always made sure to be by her side and never leave her alone no matter what. She was made to leave Australia so that she can come out of the loss.

It took four years for her to built herself as a powerful and strong woman. She ruled over the other countries and made a great reputation across the world.

Amara smiled, her heart brimming with a mix of anticipation and responsibility. "It's good to be back, Grandpa," she said, her voice resonating with newfound purpose. "Let's get to work."
The station wasn't just a place to solve crimes - it was a family. Amara knew that now, more than ever. She was ready to lead with the same tenacity and compassion that had defined her grandfather's career.

With her sharp intellect, her vast resources, and the unwavering support of her family and the officers under her command, Amara was ready to take on the city's toughest crimes and build a legacy of her own.

She was more than just a billionaire, she was a detective, a leader, and now, the head of her grandfather's police station. And that was a responsibility she wouldn't take lightly.

After having a talk with her grandfather and with the other officers. She made her way to her house.

Few hours later~

In the opulent confines of her penthouse, Amara engaged in an animated conversation with her best friend over the laptop.

On the other side, amidst the bustling streets of Mumbai, Siddharth paced nervously in his apartment, his gaze fixed on his laptop screen, deep into the conversation with his bestfriend, who lived oceans away.

"I can't believe you're the head of your grandfather's police station!" Siddharth exclaimed, his voice tinged with a mixture of awe and trepidation. "That's incredible, Amara!"

Amara chuckled softly from her end of the screen. "It's quite a responsibility, but I'm determined to make the best of it," she replied, her eyes sparkling with determination. "I've always admired your work as a journalist in the field, Siddharth. You're fearless and always seeking the truth."

"Thanks, Amara," Siddharth said, his heart swelling with pride. "I'm just doing my job. But your new role is on another level. You'll be responsible for protecting and serving your community."

"I know," Amara said seriously. "That's what weighs heavily on my mind. I want to make a real difference and show that women can lead in any field, even one as traditionally male-dominated as policing."

Siddharth nodded in agreement. "You're absolutely right, Amara. You'll be an inspiration to countless young women and girls who aspire to break down barriers."

"I hope so," Amara said with a determined smile. "I want to ensure that all citizens feel safe and respected, regardless of their gender, caste, or religion."

"And you also know, I'm going to find the culprits behind my parents dead which was not accident but a planned murdered." Her voice held a tinged of sad and danger.

Siddharth listened intently, his heart filled with both admiration and concern. "Yeah I know. And I also know that you can do it. I'm there for you. That's a noble goal, Amara. But you know the challenges you'll face as a woman in a position of authority, the danger lurking behind all this, finding the truth. You'll have to be strong and resilient."

"I'm prepared for that," Amara said confidently. "I've had to overcome obstacles all my life. I won't let anyone stop me from fulfilling my dreams and the main goal." Her eyes blazing in rage and determination.

Siddharth was touched by Amara's unwavering determination. He knew that she was a force to be reckoned with. "I believe in you, Amara,' he said with a smile. "You're going to be an amazing leader."

As the conversation drew to a close, Amara's sharp ears detected an unfamiliar sound emanating from downstairs.

An eerie, guttural voice reverberated through the walls, making her pause abruptly. Her heart skipped a beat as she clutched the phone tighter.

"Hey, did you hear that?" she whispered into the receiver.
"Hear what?" Siddharth replied, unaware of the newfound tension in Amara's voice.

"I'll call you back later. Bye"

With trembling hands, Amara hung up the phone and cautiously made her way downstairs.

Her brother, Daksh was seated in the living room of her penthouse, engrossed in a conversation with his business partner.

As she approached, she noticed an unfamiliar man sitting beside them, his piercing gaze fixed upon her.

He was dressed in a black jeans and a black t-shirt which was tightly hugging his broad shoulders and chest. His fair skin and those tattoos on his arms were just so tempting.

His light brown hairs falling on his forehead. That piercing on his left eyebrow was cherry on the top for her. She couldn't help but feel attracted to him.

"Who is that?" she demanded, her voice trembling slightly.
Daksh glanced up "Who? Oh! He's my bestfriend, Aakav Singhania, from India. He came just few days ago and I thought why not I invite him here to introduce you to him,"

A cold shiver ran down Amara's spine as she felt the man's intense stare on her. There was something unsettling about his presence, a dangerous aura that sent shivers down her back.
"I'm glad to meet you, Amara," Aakav said, his voice smooth and menacing. "I've heard so much about you."

She blinked hearing his deep voice and smiled nervously. "Nice to meet you too," her voice came out as whisper.

She felt an inexplicable connection to him, as if she had met him before in a dark and sinister dream.

Amara couldn't shake off the feeling that she was drowning in his presence. There was an aura around him, a palpable intensity, a darkness that felt both alluring and terrifying.

It was like a storm brewing within him, and she felt helpless to resist its pull.

Unable to bear his unwavering gaze any longer, she mumbled an excuse about needing some fresh air and fled towards the balcony that led to the sprawling garden of her penthouse.

She needed to escape the weight of his presence, to get a breath of fresh air, to regain her composure.

Stepping out into the cool night air, she leaned against the railing, drawing deep breaths. The city sprawled below, a glittering tapestry of lights, but she could only focus on the man she had left behind.

He was a puzzle she couldn't solve, a puzzle that had a hold on her in a way she couldn't explain. Only in few minutes, he held her captive in his gaze.

As she breathed in the fragrant air, she noticed a lone figure moving through the shadows of the garden. It was him. He had followed her, his presence radiating through the stillness of the night.

He walked towards her, his footsteps silent, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of apprehension.

"You shouldn't be out here alone," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

Amara turned to face him, her heart pounding in her chest. He was closer now, and his gaze seemed to burn into her.

His lips curved into a faint, almost predatory smile, and suddenly, the fear she had been trying to suppress exploded inside her.

"I… I just needed some air," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.

He took a step closer, the shadows playing across his face, making him seem even darker, even more enigmatic. "Air? Or are you trying to escape?"

Amara stood frozen, unable to move. His words were a challenge, a dare. She couldn't deny the truth. She was trying to escape, trying to escape the pull of his presence, the power he held over her.

He reached out, his hand brushing against her cheek, sending a jolt of electricity through her. His touch was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to his stormy personality.

"Don't run," he murmured, his voice a soft caress against her skin. "There's no running from me."

Amara's mind raced, trying to grasp the whirlwind of emotions that had engulfed her. She was afraid, yes, but there was something else there too, a thrill, a curiosity that she couldn't explain.

She loves to play with fire.

He was a storm, and she was caught in its path. And for the first time, she wasn't sure if she wanted to escape.

Despite her instincts telling her to stay away, she couldn't resist the allure of his dangerous charm.

She again excused herself and made her way to her room. As soon she left from the place, her phone buzzed with a notification.

Her eyes widen looking at the message sent by her stalker.

"How dare he come closer to you? How dare he touch you? Do you want me to cut his hands into pisces my darling?"

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