𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐅𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒

[FROM FOES TO SOULMATES]

NATASHA X KARAN
"Kidnap ho gaye hum!" Natasha gasped, panic rising as she tugged at her bound wrists. Her heart pounded in her chest.

"Nahi, picnic bana rahe hain, bas galti se yaha aa gaye," Karan replied nonchalantly, rolling his eyes, as if dismissing the situation entirely.

"Yeh sab tumhari galti hai!" Natasha snapped, glaring at him, her frustration bubbling over.

"Meri? Tum kitni chalak ho!" Karan shot back, clearly irritated.

"Faltu bakwaas band karo, mere haath kholo!" Natasha demanded, her voice sharp with panic.

"Andhi bhi ho? Mere haath bandhe hain!" Karan retorted, now equally frustrated.

The argument between them escalated, their voices rising with every passing second, until suddenly, a loud, commanding voice rang out from the shadows, freezing both of them mid-sentence.

Just then, a deep voice boomed from the shadows, "Chup!"

Natasha and Karan turned toward the source of the voice, their breaths shallow, their minds racing with questions. Who was this man, and why had he kidnapped them? Was this some kind of mistake, or was there a deeper reason behind their abduction? Neither of them could comprehend the situation, but the fear in Natasha's eyes and the sudden seriousness in Karan's expression told a different story-they were in much more danger than they initially thought.