Meesha was met with a scene of utter chaos and destruction. The driveway, once a tranquil and serene space, was now like a war zone.

  A massive explosion had ripped through the air, sending debris flying in all directions. Meesha's eyes widened as she took in the extent of the damage. The sound of shattering glass and crunching metal still echoed through the air.

  A car, parked just a few feet away, was now a smoldering wreck, its windows blown out, and its metal body twisted and torn. The blast had also shattered the windows of the nearby house, sending shards of glass raining down onto the driveway.

  Meesha's gaze drifted to the spot where she had been standing just moments before. If Xanqer hadn't pulled her to safety, she would have been caught directly in the blast. A shiver ran down her spine as she realized just how close she had come to disaster.

  Her eyes locked onto Xanqer's, and she saw a flicker of concern etched on his face.

  Xanqer's eyes locked onto Meesha's, his expression stern. "Go inside, now," he ordered, his voice firm but controlled.

  Meesha nodded, still looking shaken. She turned and hurried back towards the house, her eyes darting nervously over her shoulder.

  Davis stepped forward, his eyes wide with shock as he took in the scene. "What...what happened?" he stuttered, his voice trembling.

  Xanqer's gaze never left the car, his eyes fixed intently on the smoldering wreckage. "A bomb was planted in that car. It was meant for Meesha."

  Davis's eyes narrowed, his face pale. "He must have done it himself," he muttered, his voice barely audible.

  Xanqer's eyes flicked to Davis, and Davis elaborated, "You failed to kill her up to now. That's why he wants to do it himself this time."

  Xanqer's expression remained impassive, but his eyes seemed to bore into Davis's soul. He didn't say a word, but his silence spoke volumes, conveying a depth of emotion and intensity that made Davis's blood run cold.

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  Meesha sat on the couch, her eyes fixed on the floor as fear and anxiety wrapped around her like a suffocating shroud. Her mind raced with questions, each one more terrifying than the last. Who could want her dead? What had she done to deserve such hatred? The unknown answers sent her heart racing, and her breath came in short, panicked gasps.

  As she sat there, frozen in fear, the door creaked open, and Xanqer walked in. His eyes scanned the room, his gaze lingering on Meesha for a moment before he headed upstairs. The sound of his footsteps echoed through the silence, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside Meesha.

  Xanqer returned downstairs, his movements swift and purposeful. As he reached for the door handle, he felt two small hands grasping his, holding him back. He turned, his eyes narrowing as he took in Meesha's terrified expression.

  "Xanqer, I'm scared," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Don't leave me alone." Her eyes pleaded with him, brimming with unshed tears.

  Xanqer's gaze faltered, his mask of indifference slipping for a moment. He was taken aback by Meesha's words, her fear and vulnerability striking a chord within him. It was a feeling he couldn't quite explain, especially considering his own role in the conspiracy against her.

  As he looked at Meesha, he felt a pang of uncertainty. Why had he saved her from the explosion? Shouldn't he have just let her die, eliminating the problem altogether? The questions swirled in his mind, leaving him feeling conflicted and unsure.

  Meesha's voice cut through his thoughts, her words laced with desperation. "Someone's trying to kill me. Don't leave me here, please." Her eyes locked onto his, shining with tears as she begged for his protection.

  Xanqer pried her hands off his. "Meesha, you should be running from me, not asking me to protect you," Xanqer said, his deep voice laced with a hint of warning.

  He turned to leave, but Meesha's slender fingers wrapped around his arm, holding him back. Her touch sent a jolt through him, and he felt a pang of guilt for the danger that lurked within him.

  Xanqer looked back at Meesha, and his gaze met hers. Her eyes were still welled up with tears, and her face was etched with fear. Yet, despite the terror that gripped her, she held onto him, her fingers digging deep into his sleeve.

  "Why should I be running from you?" Meesha asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Her expression was puzzled, but the fear still lingered in her eyes.

  Xanqer's eyebrow rose, and he felt a flicker of confusion. He had told her before that he wanted to kill her, but she had just laughed it off, her eyes sparkling with amusement. He found it hard to understand why she didn't believe that he could actually kill her.

  Xanqer's gaze locked onto hers. "Because I'm a monster, remember?" he replied, his voice low and loathing.

  Meesha's eyes searched his, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. Then, she remembered that he was a scary Lycan, a creature of the night with claws and teeth. But as she looked into his eyes, she found that knowledge unimportant.

  Meesha's gaze faltered, and she looked down, her mind racing with thoughts. After a few moments of silence, she raised her teary eyes to meet Xanqer's, her voice barely audible. "But you're not a monster to me," she said, her words laced with a mix of conviction and vulnerability. "And you wouldn't hurt me, would you?"

  Her eyes widened with anticipation and hope as she searched Xanqer's face for reassurance. But instead of comfort, his expression hardened, his jaw clenching in a mixture of frustration and warning.

  "I'm capable of things you can't even imagine, Meesha," he said, his voice low and rough, like the rustling of dry leaves. "Things that would haunt your dreams and shatter your soul. You just don't realize it yet."