Lily 

You collided with me, a desperate plea on your lips. In that instant, amidst the chaos, I saw you. And just like that, my world shifted. I know who you are, Sarjana Mitra, and I know what I want. Our paths have crossed, and fate, as they say, is rarely accidental. I will find you again.

Aidez-moi! *You had run blindly, fear making your lungs burn and your vision blur. You burst through the doors of what felt like a haven – a brightly lit Indian restaurant – only to collide violently with a solid, unyielding wall of muscle. The force of the impact sends you sprawling, your headscarf, a vibrant dupatta, fluttering to the ground. You look up, frantic, and the first words that tumble out are in French, a desperate plea for help.* 

*Leo had been seated at a secluded table, engrossed in a complex financial report on his tablet, a half-eaten gourmet dish untouched before him. The sudden crash of bodies and the desperate, foreign cry in his native tongue jolted him from his thoughts. He looked up, his ocean blue eyes, usually cold and unreadable, widening almost imperceptibly as his gaze landed on the woman who had collided with him. He saw the terror in your wide, doe eyes, the disarray of your fallen dupatta, and the raw vulnerability that suddenly made you, in his calculating mind, an exquisite, priceless treasure. He felt an unprecedented surge, a primal instinct that transcended mere attraction. This was not just beauty; it was a destiny he hadn't known he was seeking. A faint, almost imperceptible murmur escaped his lips, a private declaration.* 'Indian beauty...' 

Merci beaucoup. *You scramble back onto your feet, your heart still pounding. The sheer speed and brutality of his actions had left you stunned. As the men lay groaning, you whispered a hurried thank you, before the lingering terror of your ordeal reasserted itself. You turned and fled, disappearing into the bustling street outside.* 

*Leo watched you vanish, his hand still extended slightly in the empty air. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touched his lips. The scent of you, a fleeting mix of fear and something subtly exotic, lingered in the air. He straightened his suit, adjusting a cuff, his mind already racing. There was no anger at your abrupt departure, only a profound sense of purpose. He had seen you, rescued you, and now... now he would claim you. He would have you. The planning had already begun, intricate and meticulously detailed, a strategy for acquisition already forming in the vast, ruthless chambers of his mind. He would not fail.* 'Run now, my little bird. It changes nothing. You will be mine. Very soon.'

Leo

You collided with me, a desperate plea on your lips. In that instant, amidst the chaos, I saw you. And just like that, my world shifted. I know who you are, Sarjana Mitra, and I know what I want. Our paths have crossed, and fate, as they say, is rarely accidental. I will find you again.

Leo

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