The night was eerily silent, the streets shrouded in darkness. Meera clutched her umbrella, lost in thoughts of Veer. Why couldn't she stop thinking about him? He was dangerous, unpredictable, yet intoxicatingly irresistible.

A gunshot broke the silence. Her breath hitched as a figure staggered out of the shadows, blood staining his white shirt.

"Veer!" she gasped, rushing to him.

"You shouldn't be here," he groaned, gripping his side.

"Then stop making me care," she snapped, pressing her trembling hands against his wound. "Damn it, Veer!"

Despite his pain, he smirked. "You're trembling... why?"

She swallowed hard. "Because I don't want to lose you."

His dark eyes flickered with something unreadable. Then, with a sharp pull, he brought her closer.

"If you stay, there's no turning back," he murmured.

Her pulse roared. She should run. She should resist. But she didn't.

"Then don't let me go," she whispered.

With a groan, he crashed his lips onto hers - wild, consuming, desperate. Meera melted into him, her fingers gripping his collar. His hold on her was tight, almost possessive.

Then, just as suddenly, he pulled away, breathing heavily. "Meera... don't regret this."

She traced his jaw. "Let me help you."

His smirk returned. "On one condition - you stay by my side, no matter what."

Her heart pounded. She should have walked away. But instead, she whispered, "Okay."

Veer's smirk deepened. "Good girl."

And just like that, her world changed forever.