Author's POV

" pl- pleasee... " A man groaned and cried in pain as a sharp knife pierced through his skin. The man was chained and blood was oozing out from his wounds. He wasn't alone, there was also two men chained and was sitting beside the man. Fear passed through their veins.

Their tormentor stood in the middle with a smirk and eyes blazing fire in rage. " No body can go away touching what's mine. WHAT'S BELONGS TO ISHAAN MALHOTRA" Yes he was Ishaan punishing those guys who tried to touch his doll.

" Please.... Leave.... I am.... Sorry" The guys stuttered in pain and fear as Ishaan...