Mag-log inAuthor's POV The man’s sharp, calculating eyes landed on them coldly. His gaze slowly scanned Aria from head to toe.There was something deeply unsettling about the way he looked at her.Before Aria could even react, Aurora tightened her grip around Aria’s arm and turned her slightly, placing herself between Aria and that cold gaze.She turned around, guiding Aria away from the man’s sight. Rocky followed close behind them, his paws padding quickly across the floor.For a brief second, the man’s eyes shifted landing on the dog.The lift doors opened.Aurora hurried Aria inside, and the moment the doors slid shut, the heavy air outside was cut off. The soft hum of the lift filled the silence. Aurora’s face had gone pale; fear was clearly etched into her features, her hand still gripping Aria’s arm.Aria looked at her, her heart tightening. She couldn’t stop herself anymore.“Aurora… who was he?”Aurora looked at Aria.The lift doors opened on their floor. They stepped out slowly, the
Author's POV Aria sat in the garden as evening settled around her, the environment calm and quiet. The sky was slowly fading into softer shades, and a cool breeze brushed past her skin.Her eyes lingered on Rocky, her small dog. She had brought him home a long time ago. They had never named him back then, but Rowan did it now and they call him by the same name Rocky.The little one had grown into a beautiful dog now. He ran freely across the garden, rolling in the grass and chasing fallen leaves, completely lost in his joy. Watching him play brought a soft smile to Aria’s lips.To her, Rocky was like her child.“Here is your tea,” Aurora’s voice broke Aria’s gaze.Aria turned as Aurora came and gently placed the tray beside her. Aria looked up at her and smiled faintly.“Thanks,” she mumbled.As they sat there, slowly sipping their tea, Aurora spoke looking at Rocky “Now you have two babies to look after.”Aria smiled and nodded.“By the way,” Aurora added, her eyes lighting up, “a
Author's POV Vincent stood there, motionless like a child caught in his own mistake.For the first time in a long while, the man who never bowed to anyone felt small.Aria rummaged through the table, not searching but destroying. Drawers were yanked open, things thrown aside, her movements sharp and reckless, fueled by a rage she could no longer contain. Papers scattered across the floor, the room echoing with her fury."I just read a little," he whispered, trying to explain Before he could say another word, Aria grabbed the first thing her hand found and threw it at him.It struck his head with a dull thud. He caught it instinctively, a sharp, dramatic hiss escaping his lips as pain bloomed.Arias stared at him, fury blazing in her eyes, refusing to acknowledge the drama in his reaction. He saw her not reacting, so with more drama, his body sank to the floor as if the blow had made him.For a second, she didn't move.Then the hardness on her face cracked. Color drained from her c
Author's POV Before she could respond, he wrapped his arms around her firm, protective. He lifted her effortlessly, one arm under her thighs, the other around her back. Her fingers instinctively clutched the fabric of his shirt, and he held her close to his chest.He carried her to the bed.The bed dipped as he sat down with her still in his arms, his grip tightened around her waist, pulling her onto his lap as if it were the only place she belonged.Her heartbeat trembled against him.His lips hovered above the side of her face, brushing her temple, her cheekbone, the corner of her jaw in soft, lingering touches.His hands slid down, wrapping around her ankles gently before lifting her legs. He took her cold feet in his hand. “You are cold,” he whispered, a crease forming between his brows. He took her foot in both hands, rubbing slow circles into her skin, warming her with his own heat.Aria watched him, her chest tightening. A man who could burn the world without blinking was n
Author's POV After dinner, they stepped into the small bedroom.Aria felt lighter now her mother’s presence always had that effect on her, softening the weight on her chest.Vincent looked around slowly, taking in every corner of the room.“Is this your room?” he asked, his voice low.Aria nodded, pulling a blanket from the cupboard.“Yes….”It was a small warm room, filled with little things she had collected over the years. A few books stacked unevenly, a cracked photo frame, handmade crafts, a tiny glass jar filled with dried rose petals… pieces of the girl she used to be.Vincent walked further in and leaned his weight on her study desk, the wood creaking softly under him. His eyes moved over her things Vincent ’s eyes scanned the cluttered table.His hand slid to the drawer.He opened it.A stack of diaries lay inside, their covers worn, pages slightly yellow.He glanced at Aria, who was busy, lost in her own world.He pulled the diaries out.His thumb brushed over the cover, a
Author's POV His breaths were ripped out of him as he ran through the corridor, the guard struggling to keep up while leading the way.He reached her door and didn’t pause, he shoved it open with a desperate force.His eyes searched the room wildly…..till he found her.Aria was sitting on the hospital bed, pale, exhausted, the doctor gently pulling out the empty IV tube from her hand.A small wince escaped her when the needle slipped out.That was all it took.Vincent crossed the room in a single set of long, sharp steps closing the distance in seconds.The doctor placed a cotton pad against Avani’s hand and wrapped a small bandage around it. She gave Aria a soft smile and stepped aside to leave.Vincent reached her and pulled Aria into his arms.A tight hug, his hand cupped the back of her head, holding her as he had nearly thought he lost her again.His chest rose and fell against her cheek, each breath heavy with fear he hadn’t processed yet.Aria froze for a moment… then slowly h
Aria's POV We walked down the stairs together. He moved with effortless energy, while I struggled to keep up. My legs still felt weak, every step reminding me of what had happened in the bathroom.But him?He walked as if nothing had happened.As if he wasn’t the reason I could barely walk straight
Vincent’s POV I opened the door of the room, and the sight before me pleased me more than I was ready to admit.Aria lay on the bed on her front, lost in deep sleep, her breathing soft and steady. The saree she wore had shifted due to her sleeping position, revealing her smooth, golden-brown skin,
Vincent POV“I’ll make it simple for you. One or two. Pick one.” The man holding the gun smirked. “We don’t have all day.”I turned to my father. Fear was clawing inside me. He would stop this. He had to stop this.But then, he spoke.“One.”And in that moment, my world burned.BAM!The gunshot r
Author's POV Her mind raced. What should I do? She tried shaking him lightly. “Vincent,” she called, but he didn’t wake up.Her stomach twisted in unease. He never slept this deeply.“Vincent, wake up!” she tried again, shaking him harder.But there was no response. She realized he wasn’t waking







