All Chapters of Insanely insane : Chapter 91 - Chapter 96

The car rolled to a stop in the mansion driveway. The moment the driver stepped out to open the door, Timtim pushed it open herself, eager to flee from the suffocating silence. She walked quickly up the marble steps, her eyes stinging, her throat tight. She didn’t glance back at Aariz, didn’t wait for him.Inside, the grand mansion greeted her with its usual silence, but tonight it felt different — it felt mocking. The chandeliers sparkled with their cold light, the polished floors reflected her blurred image back at her, and the stillness pressed against her ears until she wanted to scream.She made her way to their bedroom, each step heavier than the last. Her fingers trembled as she closed the door behind her, and the moment the lock clicked, she collapsed onto the bed.The sheets smelled faintly of Aariz — expensive cologne, leather, and that sharp scent of smoke that lingered in his clothes no matter how many times they were cleaned. She grabbed the fabric and clutched it to her

Timtim stepped out of Zoya’s house with a heaviness in her chest that even the gentle morning breeze couldn’t carry away. Her dupatta clung to her shoulders, damp from the sweat of nerves rather than heat, and her heart echoed with every word Zoya had spoken. Follow your heart… he loves you…Her mind kept wrestling with those words. Could it really be so simple? Could she just give in, surrender to the storm named Aariz, and find peace in that chaos? Or was Zoya just seeing what she wanted to see — a man who seemed to care, when in reality, he was her captor, her tormentor, the reason she cried into her pillow night after night?The car was waiting, just as Aariz had ordered. The driver gave her a polite nod, opening the door for her. She slid inside silently, her fingers nervously knotting together in her lap. She knew he’d be waiting. Aariz always waited, in his own way — sometimes with burning eyes, sometimes with a silence that crushed her spirit.The city blurred past the tinted

Timtim took her time getting ready, her fingers trembling slightly as she draped the ivory saree around her frame. The silk hugged her delicately, the soft shimmer of the fabric almost making her glow under the bedroom lights. She paired it with a sleeveless blouse, the neckline modest yet graceful, leaving the natural curve of her collarbone exposed. The ivory shade, almost like moonlight, made her complexion appear even softer, ethereal. She wore no heavy jewelry, only pearl drops in her ears and a thin bracelet. Her almond eyes, lined subtly, seemed both innocent and powerful. When she stepped out, Aariz froze mid-buttoning his cuff. He was dressed in a black tuxedo that looked stitched for his body alone, every line emphasizing his tall, commanding presence. His hair was neatly styled back, a slight shadow of stubble adding a rough edge. His eyes devoured her, lingering at her waist where the pleats of her saree curved around. “You’re trying to kill me, jaan,” Aariz muttered, vo