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The next morning, Aarini woke up to the soft glow of the Sunday sun filtering through her curtains. The events of last night replayed in her mind, especially the warmth of Revansh's behavior, the way he had helped that little boy, the emotions swirling in his eyes when he thought no one was watching him.She sighed, running a hand through her hair. What is happening to me? She thought. Needing some fresh air, she decided to step out and visit a small bookshop she had been meaning to check out. The old, cozy store sat in the quieter part of the city, surrounded by lush trees and the scent of freshly brewed coffee from a nearby café.As she browsed through the bookshelves, lost in the scent of old pages, a familiar voice interrupted her thoughts."You really love books, dove."Aarini turned sharply, her heart skipping a beat. "Revansh?"There he was, standing with his hands in his pockets, dressed in a fitted black turtleneck and jeans, looking effortlessly handsome as always."What

The next morning, Aarini was determined to act like nothing had changed at all. She convinced herself that the warmth of his jacket, the way his fingers had brushed against her skin, meant nothing. That Revansh Malhotra was still the arrogant, insufferable flirt who thrived on playing games with her.But yet....She found herself hesitating before stepping into school, her heart racing when she spotted him leaning against his sleek black car, arms crossed, watching her with an unreadable expression.He looked effortlessly cool in his dark jeans, white shirt, leather jacket and completely unbothered by the whispers and stares of students passing by.But the moment their eyes met, something shifted inside him as it did from the past few days.His lips twitched. "Morning, Dove."Aarini rolled her eyes, brushing past him. "Don’t you have anything better to do than loiter around like some street thug?""Now, now," he tsked, falling into step beside her. "That’s no way to greet your favorite

Aarini spent the entire night tossing and turning, her mind replaying Revansh’s words like a song stuck on repeat."That’s why you’re mine, Dove."She hated how it made her heart race. How his voice lingered in her thoughts even when she didn’t want it to. How a single name, spoken in his deep, arrogant voice, had completely shattered her wholw composure.By morning, she convinced herself it didn’t mean anything. That it was just another one of his games. She wouldn’t let herself fall for it.She wouldn’t fall for him.But the universe seemed to have other plans.***"You’re staring again," Kriti’s voice cut through Aarini’s thoughts as they sat in the campus cafeteria.Aarini immediately snapped her gaze away from the far end of the hall, where Revansh was lounging against a table, laughing at something his friend had said."I am not," she denied.Kriti smirked. "You totally are. And I don’t blame you. Revansh Malhotra is basically illegal levels of attractive."Aarini groaned. "Not

Aarini wished she could ignore the way her heart reacted around Revansh Malhotra.But the problem was that....he knew.He knew she was affected.And he was using it against her.A week later, the school arranged a mandatory weekend trip for the senior classes. It was a retreat to the serene hills of Shimla.Aarini had been looking forward to the peaceful escape. What she hadn’t anticipated was being assigned the same group as Revansh Malhotra."You’ve got to be kidding me," she muttered under her breath as their teacher read out the names.Revansh, standing beside her, smirked. "Fate works in mysterious ways, Joshi.""More like cursed ways," she grumbled.***The group was supposed to trek through the forested hills and reach the campsite before sundown.It was supposed to be a simple walk but with Revansh, nothing was simple.He walked beside Aarini, matching her pace effortlessly. "You should really lighten up, sweetheart."Aarini ignored him, keeping her eyes on the path ahead.Re

The days following the party and school had been… strange.Aarini wasn’t sure how to explain it, but something had shifted. Maybe it was the way Revansh had held her during the dance, or the way his words had lingered in her mind longer than she wanted to admit.But she told herself it was nothing.That he was still the same arrogant, entitled, rich brat who loved playing with people like they were his toys. That whatever she felt was just irritation and nothing else.And yet, irritation shouldn’t make her heart race every time she caught him looking at her.She shouldn’t still feel the warmth of his touch even days after he had last touched her.She shook her head, trying to push away the thoughts as she focused on her book. She was sitting in the library, away from the noise of the school, hoping to find some peace. But even here, her mind was restless.And then, as if the universe was mocking her, the peace shattered with his same deep and husky voice again."Skipping classes alrea

Revansh Malhotra was not used to losing any games.Yet, as he watched Aarini walk away, something unsettling curled in his chest, something unfamiliar, something unknown to him.And he....he didn’t like it.For years, people had been predictable. Girls clung to him, desperate for his attention. His so-called friends followed him, eager to be in his good books. Even his father’s business associates respected or feared him enough to never question his presence.But Aarini Joshi?She wasn’t afraid of him. She didn’t crave his attention. And worst of all? She ignored him all the time.That alone made her dangerous.And irresistible.Like a walking temptation.She was untamabale and now he wanted to tame her and mold her into someone she couldn't even dream of in her wildness dreams.***Aarini thought leaving him behind would bring her peace but it didn’t.As she stood in a quiet corner of the garden, away from the flashing lights and deafening music, she exhaled slowly, trying to compose

Days passed, and Veda's silence grew thicker than ever. Adyant tried to break the ice, but she remained distant.The tension between them remained palpable until one morning, when Adyant's mother burst into their bedroom with a wedding card in her hand."Good news! Your Aarti aunt's son, Anant, is getting married, and we're all invited! We all have to leave for Malabar hills next week and be there until the wedding. Your mausi wants us to attend all the functions there. Adyant's mother beamed.Adyant's expression remained neutral and uninterested but Veda sensed a flicker of interest.She had always loved weddings and functions while Adyant had never been fond of them."When is the wedding?" Veda asked, trying to sound enthusiastic."In two days. We'll leave tomorrow morning," Adyant's mother replied, beaming with joy.Adyant groaned inwardly.A wedding. Forced proximity with Veda, and he wasn't sure if he was ready to face her again.In the past he never wanted to spend any time wit

Adyant woke up, feeling an unusual sense of lightness. He turned to his side, expecting to see Veda's beautiful smiling face, but she was already up and getting ready in the bathroom."Veda?" he called out, trying to sound casual.The bathroom door opened slowly, and Veda stepped out, her expression neutral."Good morning," she said, her voice lacking the warmth from the previous night as if she had forgotten everything which had happened last night Adyant felt a pang of disappointment, but couldn't quite put his finger on why."Good morning," he replied back, trying to gauge her mood.Veda began to get ready, her movements swift and efficient with no expression on her face.Adyant watched, sensing a distance he couldn't explain but all he felt was a sense of emptiness inside him again."Veda, can we talk?" he asked, sitting up in bed.She paused, her eyes meeting him for a brief moment as he looked at him for a minute, her expression unreadable."Not now, Adyant. I have to get the k

Adyant stepped out of his office building, greeted by the warm evening sun. The day had been long and grueling, but his mind wasn't on work. All he could think of was Veda.He had already made sure to block all of Vidyut's phone numbers and he had no interest in hearing that man's nonsense any longer.Adyant's thoughts drifted back towards Veda again. Her word's still lingered in his thoughts: "There's a lot you don't know about me, Adyant. You never tried to know, and maybe... maybe you'll never know."Her words haunted him as the guint gnawed inside his chest continuously.As he walked towards his Mercedes, he noticed a street vendor selling roses and flowers nearby. The vendor's enthusiastic call caught his attention and he looked around to find the man behind him."Sir, take one for your lovely wife! Make her day special!" The man said, showing Adyant all those red roses.Adyant hesitated, but the vendor's words struck a chord inside his heart. He thought of Veda, her gentle smile

Adyant's onyx eyes slowly opened, greeted by the warm sunlight streaming through the window. He winced slightly, rubbing his temples. His head pounded, a lingering reminder of last night's whiskey.He sat up, scanning the room. His eyes darted towards the other side. Veda's side of the bed was empty, her pillow untouched."Veda?" he called out, his voice hoarse.Silence.She was nowhere to be seen.Adyant swung his legs over the side of the bed, planting his feet firmly on the ground. His mind replayed the events of the previous night – the Antakshari game, Vidyut's presence, Veda and Vidyut laughing and playing together and his own outburst.“Fuck! What the hell had come over me last night?” He muttered to himself, cursing as he remembered everything which had happened the previous night.Regret crept inside him, mingling with his morning-after haze.He made his way to the large balcony, squinting in the bright glimmering light. The garden below was peaceful and serene but the tuls

Adyant stumbled through the front door, his vision blurry from the whiskey and the alcohol running inside him. The evening's events replayed in his mind, fueling his jealousy to a huge extent.Vidyut's smile, Veda's laughter, their victorious hug. Every moment taunted him.It haunted him.He staggered upstairs, his footsteps heavy. The bedroom door creaked open, and he entered, slamming it shut behind him.Veda lay asleep, her peaceful face illuminated by the moonlight.She looked serene.Adyant's gaze lingered, his emotions in turmoil as he wished to take her in his arms and punish her with a brutal and rough kiss which she could never forget in all her life.He approached the bed, his movements unsteady. Veda's gentle breathing contrasted with his own ragged gasps."Veda," he slurred, his voice low and husky.Veda stirred, opening her eyes slowly "Adyant? What time is it?"Adyant's eyes narrowed, his jealousy boiling over. "Time…..Yes you had such a good time today. You were enjoyin

The opulent Rathore mansion, nestled in the heart of the city, hummed with warmth and laughter. The sprawling living room, adorned with intricate wooden carvings and vibrant artwork, was lighting up with the laughter of family members as they all spent time together talking and playing games.The Rathore family, a loving and lively family, filled the space with their presence. Adyant's grandparents sat on a plush couch, engrossed in a game of cards. His parents chatted while Aadita and the boys were busy scrolling through their phones. Adyant's uncle and aunt joined in, sharing stories of their latest travel to Los Angel's.Veda moved effortlessly with the tray of tea in her hands.Her elegant saree rustled as she poured tea for the family while the kids played quietly in the corner, lost in their own little world with their toys and teddies.As the evening sun cast a golden glow through the large windows, the doorbell rang, breaking the cozy atmosphere and surrounding. Veda wiped her

The night pressed deep into the sky of Manhattan as Lucian stood in the silence of his office, the city lights burning faint streaks across the windows. The sound of Isla’s voice from earlier in the day refused to leave him alone. He could still hear her voice filled with hate and disdain. Yet even with every word she hurled at him like a blade, he remembered how that voice had once promised him love and warmth. He remembered how it had been soft when she spoke of dreams and a future with him, so soft when she spoke to him, like a dream.That was six years ago.Six years ago, when tragedy shattered that future and broke both of their worlds apart.He sank down into the leather chair and pressed his long fingers to the bridge of his nose, unable to banish the thought. What had really happened that night? He didn't want to know those versions. Those versions which Claire gave him. Not those versions he tried to swallow down for the sake of calming his own heart Now he wanted to kn

The air in Elan Vogue’s conference room shimmered with tension as Isla crossed one long leg over the other, brushing the silk of her charcoal colored dress softly. A single glance from those stormy grey eyes silenced the whole room. This was her realm now.This was her throne.Her kingdom.Today she was here, not as the wife of a Blackwell.Not as the woman who was wronged.Now she was a woman reborn from ashes.A woman rising as a phoenix.As her team presented the revenue projections for the upcoming quarter, the glass walls framed the New York sky like a coronation jewel.Isla Wilde didn’t just come back. She came back to win. She came back to defeat all those people who watched while she fell in the deepest pits of despair.But across the room, Leo Stone watched from the edge of the table, swirling amber liquid whiskey in a crystal glass. The faint curve of his mouth spoke volumes which he was left unspoken. Here was a man with deep and dangerous threads tangled with the very

The corridors of Saint Armand Hospital smelled like antiseptic and old grief.Isla hadn’t stepped inside this building in five years. Not since that night when her body had betrayed her, the man she married hadn’t even shown up, he just signed her away like a charity.Her heels clicked against the polished tiles, echoing like a heartbeat.The nurse at the records desk blinked up at her. “Ma’am, you’re asking for files from five years ago? Without a subpoena or next of kin consent—”“I am the next of kin,” Isla interrupted. “The mother.”The nurse’s hands hesitated over the keyboard. “What name should I search for?”“Wilde,” Isla said quietly. “Isla Wilde Blackwell. March 19th, three years ago.”The woman typed in silence and then a small frown came over her.“There’s... a file under that date. But it’s marked confidential and restricted. I can't even access it.”Isla’s stomach turned. “Who locked it?”The nurse looked uneasy. “It just says ‘authorized by Blackwell Holdings.’ That’s...

The Grand Ballroom of the Armitage Hotel glittered with excess. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead, strings of violins filled the whole air, and champagne flowed like water. The annual Blackwell Investors Gala wasn’t just a social event, it was war dressed in silk and diamonds.Isla Wilde stepped onto the marble floor like a regal storm in velvet.She wore obsidian. A gown that clung to her curves with lethal elegance, slit high on one side, her dark hair pulled back into a knot so sharp it could’ve cut glasses. Her blood-red lips, storm-grey eyes. Untouchable and Unforgiving like a Rebel.Heads turned towards her. Whispers followed her like perfume.Across the room, Lucian felt her before he saw her.He was dressed in his usual armor, tailored black suit, icy composure, a scotch in hand. But his grip faltered the moment she entered. She hadn't come to blend in with the people here. She came to conquer. To rule.Their eyes locked together. One second too long. The string quartet h

Lucian’s office was cloaked in shadows despite the morning light streaming through the windows. He stood with his back to the sky, fists clenched, jaw locked in a battle between rage and memories of past. Claire Blackwell entered without knocking. Of course she didn’t. Dressed in an ivory Chanel suit, pearls gleaming at her throat, Claire looked more like a monarch than a mother. She was Regal. Remote, and.Ruthless. “You should’ve told me she was coming back,” Lucian said coldly, not turning around. Claire closed the door behind her, her heels barely making a sound on the polished floors. “I didn’t think it mattered.” Lucian spun to face her. “You knew, didn’t you? That Isla was planning this merger. That she was coming for war.” Claire arched her brow. “I knew she’d never stay silent forever. But if you’d done your job and had kept her out of your heart to begin with then none of this would’ve happened.” Lucian’s eyes darkened. “She was my wife.” “She was just a liability

The glass doors of the Blackwell & Co. boardroom loomed ahead like gates of a battlefield.It felt as if a battle is going to began.But Isla Wilde didn’t hesitate.Her heels clicked against the marble floors, steady, sharp, and unapologetic. Every eye in the hallway followed her like a storm cloud had just passed through. She was dressed in tailored navy blue today, the color of ice and midnight power, with a diamond pin fastening her silk blouse at the neck.The receptionist’s voice trembled slightly. “Ms. Wilde, they’re waiting for you.”Of course they were.She pushed the doors open herself. She didn't have anyone with her. No escort. She didn’t need one.Inside, the long conference table was surrounded by high-backed leather chairs. Every executive was seated except one.Lucian Blackwell stood at the far end, the cityscape sprawling behind him in the tall glass windows. Sunlight lit him up like something out of fairytale. His broad-shouldered, dark-suited, cold-eyed.For a moment

The wind blew gently through the Rajput estate, yet something felt off.Aarunya sat in the study room, Aranya asleep in his pram beside her. She unfolded the note she’d found tucked inside the spine of a book in Trayaksh’s library. She had no idea who this person was and why they were offering help to her.Aarunya was suspicious but she still decided to play along, so that she could unwrap the mystery behind this person.Aarunya opened the note "If you truly want to know the truth of the Rajputs, go to the Old Rajput Mansion in Delhi. The walls there have secrets dug up inside them. The old mansion is the place where it all began.."- Your well-wisher.Her pulse quickened at that moment.Who was this person?And what would this person even achieve from all of this?One thing was clear. Whoever this person was, they knew things which Gargi was hiding.And Aarunya was ready to uncover it.The Old Rajput Mansion…She folded the note slowly and looked toward Aranya with a gentle smile.

The soft clink of porcelain echoed in the Rajput dining hall as the morning sun filtered through the embroidered silk curtains, painting golden patterns across the marble floors, giving a dreamy look to the whole mansion.It was a beautiful morning.But not all beautiful things were tolerant.At least not for Aarunya, especially when she looked at the face of her sinner everyday. Aarunya sat at the head of the table, regal in her mermaid strapped silk ivory dress. Her expression was calm, almost too calm like a serene lake that hid the ruins of a storm beneath its shiny surface.Trayaksh was beside her, gently feeding bits of mashed banana to their son Aranya. The sight would make anyone fall for the gentle looking man.Except Aarunya. For, she had already seen the monster behind his gentle smile.She watched them with a smile, but behind her eyes lived storms, ready to ruin, ready to destroy.“Aranya’s becoming more cute like you every day,” Trayaksh whispered with a soft smile.Sh

The night was painted in shadows as Aarunya stood at the balcony of her room, her eyes fixed on the moon above.She wasn't praying.She wasn’t admiring the moon either. She was calculating, planning, plotting her revenge.Each day brought her closer to her goal.Each night sharpened her resolve to destroy the people who wronged her.The words written in the letter from the anonymous sender still played inside her mind.She wondered if there were other dark shadows lurking around the haunted Rajput estate.She wondered what if Trayaksh wasn’t the only monster in the Rajput family.Her fingers closed into a fist, nails digging into her palm and the air behind her shifted to something more colder.She didn’t turn around. She already knew who it was.“Did you get it?” she asked, her voice filled with authority only a queen gets to speak with.“Yes,” said the voice. The same staff member she had recruited earlier. The one loyal to her, not by heart but by fear.Fear, a word enough to make

Sunlight crept into the room like a thief, golden and gentle, too gentle for the war that raged beneath Aarunya's heart.Aarunya blinked slowly, her lashes heavy with sleep she didn’t even remember falling into. She just fell asleep the previous night after tucking Arabya to his crib. The scent of jasmine still lingered on the bedsheets. A breeze passed through the half-open balcony door. And then came the soft knock.It was Trayaksh.He entered with a smile so soft, it could’ve melted any heart, if only it hadn’t once been used to mock her after everytime she was raped in the past.“Good morning, Ocean,” he said, his voice deep and warm, like a song he’d never known how to sing before. A song he was learning only for her.For Aarunya.Aarunya cringed from his voice but she covered her expressions. She sat up slowly, letting the silk bedsheet slip from her shoulder gently.“Good morning,” she replied, her voice honeyed soft.“I made you breakfast,” he beamed, placing the tray on her

The morning air was colder despite the summer sun. A strange stillness hung over the Rajput estate, it was not peaceful but the eerie calm before a huge storm. Aarunya adjusted the soft blanket over Aranya and walked out of the nursery, her mind already racing through her next plan. The letter from last night still haunted her not because of any fear, but because of its truth. There were secrets buried in the Rajput family. She was going to find them. And she was going to use them against the Rajputs. As she walked through the hallway, her footsteps light yet firm, a sudden sound made her pause in her tracks. “Bhabhi,” a soft voice called from behind. It was Taranya. Aarunya turned around, masking her wariness with a serene and soft smile. “Hmm?” Taranya stood with folded arms, her eyes sharp as if she was suspecting things. “Why did Chef Narayan leave?” she asked quietly. “And why are you changing all the staff suddenly?” Aarunya’s smile didn’t falter, but her fingers curle

A huge storm arrived making the trees swing, flowers sway and dark clouds gather around the Rajput estate. It rained heavily the whole night. The morning rays of sun finally passed through the curtains indicating that the storm had passed, but the silence it left behind was far more dangerous.Aarunya stood by the window of her room in the Rajput estate, her eyes resting on the swaying trees outside. The early morning sunlight painted golden patterns on the marble floor, but her mind was elsewhere, trapped in memories, in pain, and in plans she made to ruin, to destroy her destroyers.Aranya slept peacefully on the bed behind her, wrapped in the soft folds of a soft handmade quilt. His tiny fingers twitched in sweet dreams.A soft smile tugged at Aarunya's lips as she looked at her small baby bird sleeping peacefully. “Just some more time, my sweet angel. Then mommy will take her Aranya away from this hell of a place.” She whispered and pressed a soft kiss on the top of Aranya’s head