Ryan

I came out of the house and drove straight to my farmhouse , where my men kept him . After 1 hour of driving I finally reached it, I parked my car outside and moved into the basement of the farm house .

Third person pov

The room was dimly lit, the only source of light flickering from a single, hanging bulb that cast harsh shadows on the cold, concrete floor. Firoz, once so confident and full of malice, now found himself tied to a chair, his wrists bound tightly with thick ropes. His face was bruised,Panic flickered in his eyes as he struggled against the restraints, but it was useless.

The door creaked open, and the Ryan stepped inside, his silhouette looming in the doorway. He was calm, but his eyes held a burning fury that sent chills down the firoz’s spine. His jaw was clenched, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the chair in front of him, leaning in close enough for the firoz to feel the heat of his breath.

"You thought you could touch her," Ryan said, his voice low and dangerous. "You thought there wouldn’t be consequences."