3. A Glimpse of the Beast

[Scene: Early morning – Ivanya’s penthouse, Mumbai. Soft sunlight cuts through sheer curtains.]

Ivanya sat at her vanity, perfectly poised, sipping her morning tea. But her mind wasn’t on business or beauty—it was on him.

> “Adrik Sokolov… how can one man make me feel fire, fear, and desire all at once?”

Her phone buzzed. A message from an unknown number:

"Stop getting close to him. Or he will burn you."

Her pulse jumped. Threats already?

[Cut to: Adrik’s world – Moscow, private office, security feeds.]

Adrik’s sharp eyes scanned multiple screens. One alert caught his attention—Ivanya Rathore.

He clenched his jaw, icy fury boiling beneath calm.

> “Someone dares threaten what’s mine. They will regret it.”

[Back to Mumbai – Evening Gala, secondary event]

Ivanya arrived in a stunning white gown, every movement perfect. But tension shadowed her elegance. She spotted Adrik waiting in the crowd, like a lion ready to strike, eyes scanning for threats.

He walked to her, each step lethal yet magnetic.

Adrik (voice low, commanding):

“Someone tried to intimidate you?”

Ivanya (biting her lip, trying to remain composed):

“Yes… but I’m fine.”

Adrik (gently but possessively pulling her close):

“Fine doesn’t exist around me. You are under my protection. Nobody touches you—not today, not ever.”

Her heart raced. Danger wrapped in desire… why does this thrill me?

[First True Danger]

A loud crash echoed—glasses shattered. A masked intruder rushed toward her.

Ivanya froze for a second—then instinct kicked in. She tried to push back.

Before anyone could react, Adrik’s hand was on her waist, spinning her behind him. A gun in his other hand.

Adrik (growl, deadly calm):

“Step back. Or die where you stand.”

Ivanya’s chest pounded—not fear, but adrenaline. His presence was power. Every muscle, every glance, every protective move screamed obsession and care.

Ivanya (eyes blazing, challenging):

“You think I need saving?”

Adrik (voice husky, dangerous, closer than ever):

“You always need saving from this world… but I save you because I want to, not because you can’t.”

Their faces inches apart. Heat, passion, danger—all mixed in a heady cocktail.

[Aftermath – Balcony Escape]

The intruder fled. Guests panicked. Adrik held Ivanya tightly, chest pressed to hers.

Ivanya (breathless, trembling, whispering):

“You… you’re unreal. I’ve never felt anything like this.”

Adrik (voice low, sultry, almost a growl):

“And you… you make me feel alive in ways no one ever could.”

He brushed a strand of hair from her face. Their lips nearly touched, desire igniting between them.