Alone in the room, Trishul slumped into his chair, his mind replaying the moment he struck her. He hadn’t planned to slap her—it was a reaction born out of fear and anger. Fear of losing her, even if she didn’t realize it. He cursed himself for raising his hand at her. He recalled how he had told the security not to trace her, knowing in his heart that she would come back to him. Was that trust? Had she managed to build this unshakable belief in such a short time?
He decided to be stricter this time to protect her. He couldn’t afford to take risks with her safety, even if it meant caging her like a bird.
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