บททั้งหมดของ Trap Of Revenge: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 98

“I started working as your nanny when you were just five years old. You were a timid child, hesitant to warm up to strangers. However, it didn't take long for me to encourage you, and soon you began to form a bond with me. There came a time when I had to leave my job to look after my brother when he fell ill. But when I received the call saying you fell sick and missing me, I rushed back to you without hesitation. Since then, I've been living here with you. All this time, I believed your mother had passed away, as I had been told. Not once did I suspect that you weren't his real daughter.” Reema Bi said the last part with a frown, sitting on the bed, gently stroking Shanaya's hair as she lay with her head in her lap.“Even I didn't imagine in my worst nightmare of him being a murderer of my parents and pretending to be a father figure all these years,” she sniffed and the tremble in her body didn't go unnoticed by Reema bi who felt a tug in her heart. “He showed so much love and care l

A shuddering breath escaped his lips as he rubbed his palm across his face, trying to wipe away the overwhelming emotions that threatened to consume him. His eyes, red and swollen from the battle against tears, betrayed him as a single drop escaped, trailing down his cheek like a silent companion. He stared at the divorce papers clutched in his hands, the ink of her signature glaring back at him. She left the city without any traces behind. The ache in his chest deepened with each passing day, a gnawing reminder of the love that had once filled their lives. He knew he didn't deserve her forgiveness, but still, the least he could do was give her the peace she needed. He understood now that love sometimes meant letting go, and if she truly wished to part ways, he would honor her decision, even if it shattered him. The weight of his guilt was a constant companion, reminding him of the wounds he had inflicted on her heart, the way he had carelessly played with her emotions as if they we

The midday sun streamed through the cafe window, casting a warm glow on the table where Shanaya and Amaira sat, their lunch forgotten as a serious conversation unfolded. Shanaya, her brow furrowed with concern, leaned forward, her gaze fixed on her friend. Amaira, her face pale and drawn, fidgeted with her straw, avoiding Shanaya's gaze. "No," she finally said, her voice barely a whisper, "I don't want Mom to be involved in this. I'll handle it on my own." Shanaya could see the tension in Amaira's shoulders, the way her fingers gripped the table, a clear sign of the turmoil within."But Amaira," Shanaya protested, her voice laced with worry, "this isn't something you can handle alone. It's been happening for months now, and it's getting worse. You can't just ignore it." She paused, trying to find the right words, the right tone. "If you don't want to talk to your Mom, that's fine, but we have to inform the police. This is serious, Amaira, we can't just let it go."Shanaya watched as

Aryan saw Avyaansh was coming towards him, a subtle shift in his demeanor as he subtly distanced himself from the group of men. “Avyaansh Malhotra,” Avyaansh stated, extending a hand in a greeting. Aryan shook hands in a formal handshake followed by a nod of acknowledgement. “Ayran Oberoi,” he replied, his voice a low rumble.“It's good to see you here Mr. Oberoi, I presume you have accepted the CEO position?” Avyaansh’s words held a hint of scrutiny while his eyes were carefully assessing Aryan. “You'd be right,” Aryan responded, the words thick as he took a deliberate sip of his champagne. “My father approached you for the same purpose, to persuade me, isn't it?” Aryan asked, his words were more of a statement. Avyaansh's gaze lingered on the glass in his hands. The way he was clutching the glass his veins were visible as if he would crush the glass. He smirked knowing he triggered him. “Indeed, but what truly piqued my interest was your initial reluctance,” Avyaansh admitted, taki