"Mr. Rathore".

Abhimanyu heard a soft feminine voice and groaned mentally and knew who was the owner of that soothing voice.

He didn't want to turn but he did turn around when he heard Taapur's loud gasp.

Taapur was stunned to see him in blood and thousands of pieces of mirror were scattered everywhere in the chamber. 

Taapur was panicked and sad to see wounded and blood was continuously flowing from his hands. 

Red and only Red were everywhere in the room.

"The floor is covered by your blood. Everything turns into red", Taapur quickly moved towards him, grabbed his hands in her observation, and found a deep cut in his palm. 

Taapur started to search for the first-aid box but Abhimanyu's deep mesmerizing voice instantly stopped her.

"Red is my favorite color. Do you know why?", Abhimanyu spoke and walked towards her like a predator. His eyes were hooded and looked half open.

"It's beautiful", He said and traced the bit Mark on her neck with his bloody fingers. Her breath hitched because of his touches. 

"It's fucking beautiful".

Abhimanyu's voice was as low as whispering.

He was standing too close to her and she knew that his eyes were only stuck at her face. He could not look anywhere else.

Abhimanyu kissed the side back of her shoulder and she froze at the moment.

Taapur looked up and found her reflection in the side mirror and something caught her eyes. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was open.

"TAKEN. King's Rights Reserved"- were written on her back.

"How? When? Who ?", These were the only words her mind was asking her. 

How did it happen? When did it happen? Who did this to her? Who wrote on her body?", Taapur's innocent mind was calculating the incidents and asking back-to-back questions.

Observing her frowns, Abhimanyu chuckled sadly and She moved backward because something was creating a fear in her heart. 

Abhimanyu's over-powering and over-dominating Personality was always a challenge for her but at that moment she felt like prey and Her predator was walking slowly, covering the distance between them. 

Abhimanyu stood close to her. His tall and broad personality was hovering over her petite frame. His hot fast breathing was fanning her face and sweat rolled down from her forehead.

"Because Red is for Rage", He whispered in her face. Her eyes wavered under his cold gazes.

"Red is for Anger. Red is for Destruction. Red is for Passion. Red is for Blood and attention. Red is for Power and Red means strong. Red is for thirst And Red means Danger also", Abhimanyu whispered each word in her ear and she squirmed under his presence.

Abhimanyu stopped and moved away from her. Her Adam's apple was bobbing up and down fast. He eyed her throat and his loud throaty groan filled the room but also made her jump in fear. 

"And you know what is the worst thing, here right now, That you are wearing Red and I'm feeling each thundering typhoon gathering in my mind and creating havoc inside my body", Abhimanyu turned around and clutched her heart with her hands and breathes deeply but she forgot that he was gawking at her through the second side mirror.

"Rage while thinking that other people were looking at you", Abhimanyu spoke and her eyes followed him. 

"Anger for, Why did you choose to wear this type of dress?", Abhimanyu gritted his teeth but again smirked playfully at her.

"Destruction and Attention that This dress is showing your skin and highlighting your perfect feminism Curves to other males", He tilted his head and roamed his predatory eyes on her body. 

"Passion, Power, and Thirst, To tear this fabric which is sticking to your body like a second skin", Abhimanyu licked his lips unknowingly and Taapur was speechless just listening silently to him.

"Blood! I want their blood who was thinking to have you", His voice was shaking because of anger and he was thirsty for their blood who were desiring of her.

"Strong! The colour of Vermillion is red and it's strong enough to change the fate of people", Abhimanyu's hot breathing nearly made Taapur stop breathing and her heart was pounding crazily in her chest while listening to him.

"Danger, That now, here, at this moment; I'm losing my sanity", His voice was thick and velvety. She squirmed and His eyes roamed at her again.

Abhimanyu didn't even touch her with his hands but his dominating words, His deep bold voice, and His storming eyes took her to some other world where nothing matters.

Just He and His obsession. 

"Run! Run away", Abhimanyu yelled at her and she jumped out in fear.

"Run away from my eyes. Run away from my hold, little Candy. Otherwise, I don't know what I would do with you", Abhimanyu's eyes were hooded were confusing her but when he said to go out of the room, her mind was processing his words and then She gulped down a ball of nervousness, and rubbed her sweaty palms together.

Taapur didn't think twice. She gripped her gown and ran out of the darkroom where she had been with him a few seconds ago. 

She came to thank him for supporting her and dancing with her. She was sad when her partner didn't appear at the time but he came and performed with her.

Yes, the song was changed as it was different from the original one she chose for her performance with her partner for the musical night but everything changed unexpectedly. Everything happened so fast that she was still dazed.

The whole stage was dark except for the small dim light which was only landing on her. Abhimanyu hid himself from the crowd. No one knew about her partner who was dancing with her on the stage. 

Taapur ran and only ran away from his darkness and Obsessive personality. Hot tears pooled in her eyes but she blinked continuously and hid herself in her room. 

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TAAPUR's POV:-

I'll never come here again.

I'll never see him.

Damn, He is something else. His actions simply scream how much an Obsessive psycho type he is but again his black magnetic eyes tell me a different story.

I think his title made him like this or the pressure he has on his shoulder but it doesn't mean that he will scare me to death.

He wrote on my back with the cone of Heena - "TAKEN King's Rights Reserved" 

Damn, I'll kill him for this. 

Thanks to heaven that the whole time my body was covered and at the time my performance lights were dimed.

That's why he covered my neck with my hair.

He is something else. 

Candy, are you out of your mind? 

He scared you and threatened you with his cold and harsh words and now you are analyzing him. 

Just great Candy. 

He gave you hickeys on your body in front of everyone and planted kisses there also and do not forget that he wrote stupid words on your body and you are praising him. 

I facepalmed myself and I hit my head and ran into the bathroom. I changed my dress and took a long relieving bath.

You are not good for my health.

ABHIMANYU SINGH RATHORE.

Red stands for Love also but he is dumb and doesn't have the heart to feel love, and doesn't have a mind to understand love.

Red stands for emotional connection. But that black Mamba knows only throw orders.

Hmph . . . 

End of POV

Taapur washed herself but the color 'TAKEN King's Rights Reserved' didn't fade away from her skin.

Tears fell through her eyes and water burnt her skin.

"Candy!", a deep masculine voice landed in her ear and panic rose inside her chest.

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