Trap Of Revenge のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Avyaansh was engrossed in his work, sitting in his study, surrounded by stacks of papers and blueprints for his hotel project. The evening sun cast a warm glow through the windows, while a gentle breeze wafted in, filling the room with a refreshing chill. The atmosphere was serene, allowing him to focus on his tasks with a sense of calm and determination. As he diligently worked on the intricate details of the contract agreement, his focus was suddenly interrupted by the buzzing of his phone. Rajeev's name illuminated the screen, and a devious grin slowly spread on his face. It was as if a mischievous glint had taken hold of him. Avyaansh's smirk widened looking at Rajeev's pale face on the video call. Neil's anger flared up, causing him to shout, "Where the hell is Shanaya?” The mention of her name from his mouth ignited a fiery rage within him. If he was in front of him Avyaansh would have killed him for even taking her name from his filthy mouth. Avyaansh maintained his confident

The car was zooming down the empty road, moving swiftly in the dark night. The cool breeze brushed against her face, soft and gentle. She sat quietly, staring out the window, lost in her thoughts. He was driving, stealing glances at her every now and then. They hadn't said a word to each other for the past half an hour. Her shallow breaths were the only sound in the car. His phone suddenly beeped with a notification. He swiftly grabbed his phone and saw Ryan's name flashing on the screen. Bringing the car to a stop at the end of the bridge, he turned his head towards her. She remained still, her gaze fixed on the window. "Let's go down the bridge, there's a beautiful lake nearby. We can spend some time there," he suggested, unbuckling his seatbelt. Before he could assist her, she took the initiative and opened her car door, stepping out. He let out a sigh and followed suit, joining her by her side. “Shanaya, won't you talk to me,” He asked, sitting on the bonnet of his car while she

Avyaansh was driving his car when Ryan's call came in. Swiftly plugging his ear pods, he answered, "Yes Ryan," his attention divided between the conversation and the road ahead. "Your assumptions were spot on. He had strategically placed his dogs around your mansion," Ryan's voice relayed over the phone. Just two days prior, he had touched down in India, setting the stage for what lay ahead.“Shanaya is en route to Singhania house. You handle the rest. I'll be at the mansion in fifteen minutes,” he ordered over the phone. Ryan replied in agreement before ending the call, shifting his focus back to the task of driving.As he arrived at the mansion, a truck of guards stationed outside the grand estate immediately caught his attention. Several men, armed with rifles, stood vigilantly at the entrance and scattered around the porch, their stern expressions painting a picture of seriousness and tension. As he glanced at the cluster of men, a smirk played on his lips, exuding an air of confi

Flashback;Harsh was returning with his family from their delightful vacation in Switzerland. As they emerged from the airport, his chauffeur was already waiting with the sleek car. He gently held little Shanaya in his arms, her eyelids heavy with sleep. Taking the keys, he dismissed the driver and settled into the driver's seat. The car glided away as the night drew closer. "Mumma, I wan ish cleam,"(I want ice cream) three-year-old Shanaya uttered in her adorable, gibberish voice, Her big, expressive brown eyes gazed out of the window. "Darling, you already had two ice creams before the flight; it's not good for you, you might catch a cold," her mother gently told her, causing Shanaya to pout and glance at her dad with her big brown eyes as if bribing her father. Seated on her mother's lap, Shanaya looked up at Harsh as he was driving the car, focusing on the road. "Daddy, I wann ish cleam," Shanaya insisted, tugging at her father's shirt. "Alright, sweetheart, we'll be there in no

While they were standing aiming their guns against each other. There was a commotion at the entrance that drew Rajeev's attention and he went alert. Avyaansh smirked looking at Rajeev's blanched face losing its colors. Ryan has already surrounded the mansion with their guards. Outside, the armed men surged forward like a dark tide, their movements swift and calculated. They spread out around the mansion, a well-coordinated assault aimed at dismantling Rajeev's defenses. The guards, once confident in their numbers, now found themselves outmatched, falling one by one to the relentless onslaught. The sharp crack of gunfire punctuated the air, mingling with the shouts of men caught in the throes of battle. Each confrontation was brutal and swift; the sound of bodies hitting the ground echoed through the mansion. Neil, battered and bruised, slowly rose from the ground, the metallic taste of blood lingering on his lips. He wiped the crimson streak from his mouth with a shaky hand. With ea