Armaan kicked the bedroom door shut with his foot. The heavy click of the lock echoed through the vast room like the final closing of a cage. He carried Avani bridal style in his powerful arms toward the massive king bed draped in dark silk sheets. Golden lamps cast a soft dim glow across the luxurious space while through the large windows the dark Arabian Sea crashed violently against the cliffs below sending continuous roars that filled the silence between them. Avani struggled fiercely in his unbreakable hold. Her small hands pushed desperately against his broad muscular chest. Her legs kicked weakly trying to break free. Hot tears streamed down her soft innocent face as fear consumed her entirely. Her heart pounded so hard she felt it might burst out of her chest.

"Please leave me" she cried softly. Her voice trembled with pure terror. "Please do not touch me."