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Chapter 9- Riya

Author: Kripa Shankar Sharma
last update publish date: 2026-09-18 21:36:37

**Chapter 9**

**Riya**

I didn’t sleep.

The gown lay discarded on the chair like shed skin. I sat on the edge of the bed in the dark silk robe Isabel had left folded in the closet, knees drawn up, phone face-down on the nightstand as if distance could make the words less real.

*You wear the dress well. Does he know someone in this room wants you gone?*

Every time I closed my eyes I saw the long table, the ice-blonde woman’s polite smile, the way Aryan’s hand had tightened over mine until the b
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