Samarth closed his eyes, forcing himself to breathe. "Double her security. I want eyes on her every second she's outside this house."
"Already done."
"And put surveillance on Kabir. I want to know everywhere he goes, everyone he talks to, every breath he takes."
"Boss, if we're caught surveilling a potential family member—"
"I don't care." Samarth's eyes were black with fury. "My sister's safety and my wife's safety trump family politics. Find me the proof I need to destroy him."
After they left, Samarth sat alone with the file, staring at the pattern of abuse.
Seven women. Seven NDAs. Seven lives disrupted because one man couldn't control himself.
And now he'd fixated on Nimisha.
The thought of Kabir's hands on her, his eyes on her, his sick fantasies about her—
Samarth's hand curled into a fist, crushing the edge of the file.
Someone was going to die over this.
He just needed to be smart about who and when.
That Afternoon - Master Bedroom, 2:47 PM
Nimisha was folding laundry when Samarth entered their bedroom—unusual for the middle of the day.
"We need to talk," he said.
She set down the clothes. "About?"
"Your security."
"I already have security. Two very large men who follow me everywhere."
"It's being doubled."
Her brows rose. "Doubled? Why?"
"Because I said so."
"That's not a reason."
He moved closer, his expression serious. "Someone's stalking you, Nimisha. The packages weren't random. Someone is watching you, following you, learning your routine."
Fear flickered across her face. "You know who it is."
"I have suspicions."
"Tell me."
"No."
"Samarth—"
"I'm handling it." His hands cupped her face, forcing her to meet his eyes. "But until it's handled, you follow the security protocols. No arguments. No sneaking away. Understood?"
"I'm not a child."
