Chapter 148. You're Mine

He had been furious, burning with a rage so potent, so consuming, that he had needed to walk away earlier to keep from acting on impulse.

She had dared to go to his brother.

His own blood.

For help.

As if he was the villain in this story and Shehryaar was some savior. As if she thought there was a way out of this.

His grip tightened around the cigarette between his fingers before he crushed it, flicking it away. He had wanted to punish her for it, remind her who she belonged to. But then…

Then he saw her.

She stood at the edge of the terrace, her arms wrapped around herself, her fragile frame trembling under the dim glow of the moonlight. She was crying, shoulders shaking with silent sobs, her face tilted upward as if she were praying for some kind of escape.

Irtaza stopped in his tracks.

He had expected fear. Resistance. Defiance.

But this?

She looked… broken.

Something twisted in his chest, something dark and