Dhairya's Pov
here she was. Finally.
The evening had surrendered to a suffocating darkness. Above us, the sky was bloated with thick, bruised clouds that bled a lifeless gray onto the world below. The streets were dead-no people, no cars, just us. It felt as if the universe had stopped breathing, terrified of what I was about to do.
โ"Barson se iss pal ka intezaar tha, Ki kab tum mere saamne hogi. Zid thi meri... ab junoon ban gayi ho. Log khuda se jannat mangte hain, maine toh nark mein bhi sirf tumhe manga hai."
I whispered, my voice low and possessive, laced with hunger and certainty. I've come to take you-because you were always meant to be mine.
(I've waited years for this moment, for you to finally be in front of me. You were my stubbornness... now you've become my obsession. People ask God for heaven, but I've asked only for you, even in hell.)
"Kya soch raha hai?" Reyansh's voice cut through my trance. We were idling in the Thar, the engine a low growl that matched the one in my chest. Reyansh. My childhood friend. From first class to this very moment, he had been the only constant in my chaotic life. He was my shadow in the light and my spine in the darkness. He had seen my downfalls, my blood, and my madness, and he had never once flinched. He wasn't just a friend he was the brother.
(What are you thinking?)
FLASHBACK
"Dha... Dhairya, ruk. Kahan jaa raha hai?" My Chachi Savitri's voice echoed behind me, thick with worry. I was already halfway down the corridor, keys in my hand, mind racing ahead to a hundred unfinished thoughts. She hurried after me, her footsteps uneven but determined. She was like a mother to me-Choti Maa. In every way that mattered, she had filled the space life had cruelly ripped apart.
(Dhairya, wait. Where are you going?)
"Arey, Choti Maa, today is a very important meeting. I have to go." I said, not stopping, my steps quickening toward the main gate.
She didn't slow down.
"Kuch kha toh lo," she insisted, concern etched deep into her face. That was her way-always worrying, always caring, always making sure we were okay. She loved us like we were her own children, without conditions, without expectations.
(Have something to eat, atleast.)
"Choti Maa, rehne do. Inko bhooka hi rehne do," Ahana's voice cut in sharply. I turned slightly and saw her standing there with her arms folded across her chest, eyes rolled in dramatic annoyance. Ahana-my little sister. My little princess. Twenty-one years old. Ten years younger than me. She was my world, even when she drove me insane. Especially then.
(Choti Maa, leave it. Let him stay hungry.)
"Aise baat nahi karte, Ahanu," Choti Maa said gently, patting her shoulder, her tone soft but firm.
(You shouldn't talk like that.)
"Haan toh kaise baat karte hain, Choti Maa? Inko toh khane ka bhi hosh nahi rehta. Poora din bas kaam, kaam, kaam. Mere liye thoda sa time bhi nahi nikalte." Ahana shot back, her frustration spilling out. Her words landed harder than I expected. I stopped. Just for a second. Because she was right.
(Then how should I talk, Choti Maa? He doesn't even remember to eat. All day it's just work, work, work. He can't even spare a little time for me.)
I was always working. Meetings, deadlines, responsibilities stacked one over another until breathing itself felt like a task. I told myself I had no choice. That staying busy was necessary. That if I stopped, even for a moment, everything would fall apart.
But standing there, watching Ahana's annoyed face-trying so hard to hide the hurt beneath her anger-I realized how long it had been. Days. Weeks. Maybe longer.
Since I'd actually been there for her.
No shopping trips where she dragged me from store to store. No movie nights where she stole popcorn and laughed too loud. No late-night talks where she complained about everything and nothing at once. Just rushed mornings. Missed dinners. Half-hearted promises of "next time."
Ahana looked away, pretending she didn't care anymore, but I knew her too well. She missed me. And that realization hurt more than any argument ever could. I tightened my grip around my keys, guilt settling heavily in my chest. Work demanded everything from me-but family... family was quietly slipping through my fingers.
"I'll be back soon." I said finally, my voice softer than before, though I wasn't sure if she believed me.
Choti Maa smiled, relieved, even if just a little. Ahana didn't respond-she never did when she was upset-but I caught the brief flicker of hope in her eyes before she turned away.
As I stepped out of the house, the weight followed me. Not just of responsibilities and meetings-but of love I was neglecting, moments I was losing, and a family that was still holding on... even when I wasn't always there to hold back.
โI walked into my office, the click of my boots against the marble floor echoing the coldness in my chest. I didn't need to look up to know someone was there. I could feel the presence.
โA man was reclined in my chair, his feet kicked up on my mahogany desk as if he owned the place. I didn't flinch. I didn't stop.
โ"Saale, tu kya kar raha hai yahan?" I asked, my voice a low, icy rasp as I approached him.
(What are you doing here?)
โ"Bhench*d, tu bhul gaya?*" Reyansh snapped, standing up with an annoyed grunt.
(You forgot?)
โI settled into my chair, my eyes already scanning the files on my desk, masking the storm brewing in my head. "What?" I asked, my tone flat, bored.
โ"We have to leave. Now," he signaled toward the door.
โ"Where?"
โ"DELHI. Seriously, tu yeh bhul gaya, Dhairya?" He paced in front of my desk, his frustration rolling off him in waves. A slow, lethal smirk pulled at the corner of my mouth. I hadn't forgotten. How could I forget the city where she was? The city that held the only thing I ever truly wanted.
โ"How can I forget?" I closed the file with a heavy thud, the sound final. "Let's go." We walked out of the office, two predators on a mission. As we headed to the garage, I pulled out my phone and dialed Choti maa.
โ"I'm leaving for Delhi, Some work came up. I'll be staying there for a while," I said, my voice softening just a fraction-the only respect I gave was to her.
โ"What about Ahana?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.
"I'll talk to her," I said shortly, before hanging up.
โDelhi was calling.
โThe engine of the beast roared under my touch, the speedometer needles dancing near the red line as I tore through the highway. Beside me, Reyansh was a silent passenger for once, the blur of the night lights reflecting in his eyes. Hours later, the adrenaline died down as I slammed the car into park outside a nondescript hotel. Delhi was still miles away, and the exhaustion was starting to settle into my bones like lead.
โ"Bhook lag rahi hai, yaar," Reyansh groaned the moment we stepped into the room. He flopped onto the edge of the bed, one hand clutching his stomach as if he were dying of starvation. I ignored him, dropping onto the couch and flipping open my laptop. My head was thumping. To make matters worse, this was the last room they had. One bed. One couch. My f**king luck.
(I'm hungry.)
โ"Haan toh mangale kuch, Ya apne haath se banakar khilaun?" I snapped, my fingers raking through my messy hair in pure irritation.
(Then go ahead, order something Or should I cook it for you with my own hands?)
โ"Aree jaaneman..." Reyansh's voice went oily and sweet. I looked up to see him stalking toward me, a mischievous, glinting look in his eyes that I absolutely hated. "Aap kyun pareshan ho rahe ho? Main hoon na... mangata hoon kuch." I bolted upright, retreating toward the balcony like he had a contagious disease.
(Why are you getting worried? I'm here, I'll order something.)
[A/N :- โThe Meaning of contagious disease here It is often used to show a character's disgust or playful annoyance. Jumping back like someone is "contagious" is a classic way to show that a character thinks the other person is being "cringe" or weird.]
"Mujhe pehle hi shaq tha tujhpe! Chiii... door hatt! Paas mat aa mere."
(I already suspected you! Ugh... get away! Don't come near me.)
โ"Bkl mazak kar raha tha main!" He shouted behind me, throwing his hands up in mock defeat.
(I was just kidding.)
โ"Rehne de tu." I yelled back, leaning against the balcony railing.
(Leave it.)
โ"Madarch*d hi hai pura... Saala bhadwa, ek majak karna bhi gunha hai" he said, finally grabbing the key card and heading out to find food before I actually threw him off the balcony. Silence finally descended.
โThe cold Delhi air bit at my skin, but I didn't move. I leaned back, my neck hitting the cold railing as I looked up at the moon. It was pale, distant, and haunting-just like her. I inhaled deeply, the scent of the night air filling my lungs, I closed my eyes, the image of her face burned into the back of my eyelids, and whispered to the empty night.
"Log kehte hain ishq hifazat karta hai... par mera ishq tumhe tabah kar dega. Aur sitam toh yeh hai, ki main tumhe tabah hote dekhna chahta hoon... sirf apne hathon se."
(People say love protects... but my love will destroy you, Tara. And the irony is, I want to see you destroyed... only by my hands.)
โThe morning sun over the highway was blinding, but it did nothing to lighten the darkness brewing in my chest. I sat behind the wheel of my Thar, the engine humming a steady rhythm that matched the frantic beating of my heart. I had opted for a dark blue shirt today-the color of a bruised sky-paired with crisp white pants.
โBeside me, Reyansh was rambling about the future. His father wanted him in the boardroom, but Reyansh had his sights set on the throne of politics-a dirty game for a man who loved trouble. Usually, I'd give him my full attention, debating the power moves and the risks. But today, my responses were hollow.
โ
"Welcome to Delhi."
โThe sign flashed past, a cruel reminder of the five years I had spent in exile. My grip tightened on the leather steering wheel until my knuckles turned a ghostly white, matching my trousers. Five years of breathing different air. Five years of waking up with her name like a piece of glass in my throat.
โI knew exactly where she was. I had spent thousands to make sure I never lost sight of her. Even from across the world, she was my prisoner... she just didn't know it yet.
โ"Kya karega ab?" Reyansh's voice was low, the playfulness of the morning replaced by the gravity of my silence. He knew. He could smell the obsession on me.
โ"First... I want to see her." I murmured. My voice didn't sound like mine it was a rasp, a jagged edge of hunger I could no longer suppress. The moment I spoke her name in my mind, she was there. A ghost under my eyelids. I didn't just want to see her, I wanted to consume her. I wanted to trace the curve of her jaw with my thumb until she trembled. I wanted to silence the melody of her voice with my own breath. I didn't just want her near me, I wanted her soul chained to mine.
โI wanted her so f**king much it was a sickness, a fever that had no cure.
โBut I wasn't that broken boy who left five years ago. I was a hunter now. And a hunter knows that the kill is only as good as the timing.
โ"I just need a chance," I whispered, my eyes narrowing as I cut through the chaotic Delhi traffic like a predator entering the arena. "A perfect chance. And then... she's never leaving."
FLASHBACK ENDS
โThe city noise had bled away, replaced by a haunting silence as I steered the Thar onto a stretch of road so desolate, it felt like the edge of the world. The weather was dangerously good-the kind of beautiful, heavy atmosphere that usually precedes a storm. There wasn't a soul in sight. Just the way I wanted it.
โSuddenly, a pair of headlights appeared in the distance, cutting through the haze. My heart didn't skip a beat it slowed down, a cold, predatory rhythm settling into my chest. As the vehicle drew closer, I recognized the curves of the car immediately.
โIt was her.
โA slow, lethal smirk pulled at the corners of my mouth. Reyansh looked at me, realizing the truth. This wasn't a coincidence. This wasn't fate. This was my design. I had mapped her route, calculated her timing, and lured her into my trap.
โI slammed the brakes, bringing the Thar to a dead stop right in the middle of the narrow road, blocking her path entirely. We stood there two steel beasts staring each other down in the middle of nowhere. โI wanted to lung out of the car. I wanted to grab her, to feel her skin under my touch, to drag her into my world right this second. But I forced my hands to stay gripped on the steering wheel. Not yet.
โBeep. Beep. Beeeeeeep.
โI was drowning in the sight of her. She began slamming her hand against the horn, the sharp, desperate noise slicing through the silence. I didn't move I just drank her in. She again pressing the horn, the sound echoing sharply against the silent trees. She was frustrated. She was impatient. She was perfect. She had no idea who was sitting behind the tinted glass and blocking her way.
โI didn't move. I didn't honk back.
โInstead, I reached for the light switch. I flicked the high beams on. Then off. On. Then off. Again and again, the blinding white light flooded her cabin, illuminating her silhouette before plunging her back into darkness. It was a rhythmic, terrifying taunt.
I knew the psychological effect of it. I knew it was sending chills down her spine, making her heart race with an unknown fear. I was playing with her, and I loved every second of it.
โFinally, the irritation broke her fear. Her car door swung open. My breath hitched in my throat as she stepped out into the cool air, looking like a vision of the very heaven I had traded for hell.
โShe was here. She was real. And she was walking right into my shadows.
โShe was draped in black a sleek shirt and fitted bottoms, wrapped in a long leather coat that made her look like a dark dream. A slow, lethal smirk tugged at my lips. Five years. I've spent five fucking years tracking her every heartbeat, memorizing her routine, and watching her from the shadows. She had no idea she was being hunted.
โShe was beautiful, so beautiful it was agonizing. Control yourself, Dhairya, I hissed inwardly, though my blood was screaming to claim what was mine. This meeting wasn't luck. It wasn't a coincidence. I had woven this trap myself, thread by agonizing thread. Then i stepped out of the car.
The sound of Reyansh's door slamming brought me back to reality, pulling me out of the dark trance I'd been in since her silhouette hit the mist.
I didn't just look at her I devoured her. My gaze was a slow, deliberate crawl over her skin. The defiant arch of her brows, the way her eyes burned with a fire that hadn't dimmed in half a decade, the sharp curve of her nose, and those lips, those damn lips that I wanted to crush under my own. And lower... the way her chest rose and fell with her rapid breathing.
โDhairya, calm the f**k down, I growled at myself. But my blood was singing. She was art, and I was a man who wanted to tear the canvas.
โ"O hello, mister... whatever your name is, Move the car from the front." her voice cut through my thoughts. It was sharp, melodic, and dripping with an irritation that made my pulse jump. Beside me, Reyansh was already losing it.
โ"Not possible," Reyansh replied, his voice a wall of ice. She didn't move an inch. She folded her arms over her chest, and I felt my jaw lock so tight it ached.
"I said, Move. The. Car."
โ"Oo chal, bohot drame ho gaye tere, Hatt! Ek ghante se dimaag ki dahi kar rakhi hai." Reyansh snapped, his patience finally snapping like a dry twig. I watched her reaction closely. Most women would have stepped back from Reyansh's temper, but she leaned in. She was a fighter. I loved that about her.
(Oh, enough with your drama. Get lost-you've been driving us crazy for the past hour.)
โShe didn't flinch. She leaned in, her eyes flashing. "Did I say something to you? Keep your mouth shut."
โ"Abe kya pagal aurat hai! Tameez mein baat kar," Reyansh barked, stepping toward her. She didn't look offended she looked amused. She gave him a sarcastic, lethal smile that made me want to wrap my hands around her waist and pull her into the shadows.
โ"Respect is earned, Mr. Pehle khud tameez se bolo, phir mujhse expect karna."
โ"Tere dimaag ka screw dhila hai kya?" Reyansh jeered, gesturing to his head.
โ"Aur tumhare dimaag ka screw zyada tight hai kya?" she shot back instantly. Reyansh looked at me, completely baffled.
"Bhench*d, bilkul hi satki hui hai yeh."
โ"Thank you so much for recognizing me," she chirped sweetly, the sarcasm thick enough to choke on. her voice more dangerous than a blade.The noise of their bickering started to grate on my nerves. I didn't want to hear him. I didn't want to hear her arguing with someone else. I wanted her focus on me.
โ"JUST SHUT THE F*CK UP!" I roared.
โThe silence that followed was heavy and sudden. Even the birds in the trees seemed to stop breathing. I turned my head, my gaze pinning Reyansh with a look that told him he was one word away from regret.
"Reyansh, sit in the car. I'll talk to you later."
โ"Are you trying to shut me up? Look at her!" Reyansh pointed an accusing finger at her. I didn't look away from her face. Not for a second.
"Usko hi dekh raha hoon, Chain se dekhne de. Go inside and sit" I said, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous vibration. โReyansh stared at me, a look of pure disbelief on his face.
"Bsdk, yeh bhi satak gaya hai," he muttered, shaking his head as he climbed back into the Thar.
โI stepped closer. The air between us turned electric. I could smell her perfume now-something floral mixed with the cold evening dew. It was intoxicating.
โ"Move the car," I said, my voice calm, the kind of calm that hides a hurricane.
โ"No," she replied, her stubbornness matching mine. her chin tilted up in a way that made me want to ruin her. โA dark amusement curled in my gut.
"Okay. Then I will not move either." Without taking my eyes off hers, I turned and casually sat on the bonnet of the Thar, crossing my ankles.
โ"What the hell?!" she whispered, her eyes wide. She looked at me like I was insane. Maybe I was.
"EGO?" she asked, her arms tightening over her chest.
โ"Hmmm..." I hummed, a smirk tugging at my lips. I liked this. I liked being the reason for her frustration.
โ"Kaisa idiot aadmi hai. Irritating, arrogant... ughhh!" she muttered, thinking I couldn't hear her.
โ"The voice accidentally reached my ears, Miss," I said lazily, leaning back on my elbows.
โ"YOU-!"
In a fit of pure, beautiful spite, she climbed up and sat on the bonnet of her own car. We were five feet apart, two cars nose-to-nose, two idiots sitting on engines in the middle of a deserted road.
โ
"You're stubborn, aren't you?" I asked, my eyes devouring the way the sunlight caught the stray strands of her hair.
โ"Yes. Very much," she replied proudly, her chin tilted up.
"Being this stubborn isn't good," I warned. I wasn't talking about the car anymore. I was talking about the future. About the way I was going to break her walls down until there was nothing left but me.
โShe smiled-that same sharp, gorgeous smile. "Exactly. That's exactly what I'm saying-being this stubborn isn't good, Mr."
โ"You'll regret it," I said, the playfulness vanishing. "You don't know who you're talking to."
โ"Oh hello, I don't even want to know."
โWe sat there for an hour. Then two. The tension between us was a living, breathing thing. My phone buzzed, vibrating against my thigh. Dhruv.
โ"Hmm?" I answered, my eyes never leaving her face.
โ"Kahan reh gaya yaar? Ek problem ho gayi hai," Dhruv's voice was frantic, nervous.
โ"Is it important?"
โ"Yes, it's urgent."
โ"I'm coming," I said, ending the call.
โI slid off the bonnet and walked toward her. She stayed seated, her eyes defiant, though she looked exhausted from two hours of arguing with Reyansh through the windshield. I stood right in front of her, so close I could see the golden flecks in her eyes. I pointed a finger at her, my voice turning into a promise of fire.
โ"You'll regret it," I said coldly. I didn't wait for her reply. I got into the Thar, slammed it into reverse, and tore away, leaving her in a cloud of dust. She was the reason I was here. Dhruv's wedding was just the stage-she was the prize. And the play had only just begun.
The interior of the Thar was a tomb of suffocating silence, broken only by the low hum of the tires against the asphalt. My hands were gripped so tight on the steering wheel that the leather groaned under the pressure. My jaw was a jagged line of steel.
โ"Dubara usse uchi awaz mein baat mat kariyo, Reyansh," I said, my voice dangerously low, vibrating threat, a serrated blade pressed against the silence my eyes fixed on the road ahead.
(Don't you ever raise your voice at her again.)
โReyansh leaned back, his posture infuriatingly casual. "Meri marzi. Main kuch bhi karu."
(My choice. I'll do what I want.)
โThe car swerved slightly as my grip tightened. I wanted to reach over, grab him by the throat. The urge to slam my fist into his face was a physical ache, a pulsing heat behind my eyes. Control, Dhairya. Control.
"Fir tu dubara kahi nazar nahi aayega," I hissed, turning my head just enough to give him a sharp, lethal death glare.
(Then you won't be seen anywhere again.)
โReyansh stared at me, his eyes widening in pure disbelief. "Tu us ladki ko defend kar raha hai, Dhairya?"
(You're defending that girl?)
โ"Nahi," I replied, the word dropping like a stone in deep water. "Main usko defend nahi kar raha hoon... par agar koi bhi usse aise baat karega toh main bardash nahi karunga." I wasn't just talking about her voice. I was talking about her air, her space, her very soul. Everything about her was my territory, and in my world, trespassers were dealt with in blood.
(No, I'm not defending her... but if anyone speaks to her like that, I won't tolerate it.)
โThe cold finality in my voice made the air in the car turn to ice. Reyansh looked away, a shadow of worry crossing his face his voice sounding small for the first time. "Dhairya, dhiyaan se. Kahi tu hi na fisal jaye iss chakkar mein."
(Careful, Dhairya. Don't be the one who slips and falls in all of this.)
โ"You know me, Reyansh," I muttered.
โHe did. He knew. He knew that Dhairya Singh Shekhawat was the man who broke the world before he let the world break him. didn't bow to anyone. He didn't fall. He only conquered
โ"Yeah, I know you. Kaisa harami hai tu," he grunted, half-joking, half-serious.
(I know what a bastard you are.)
A while later, we pulled up to Dhruv's house. The wedding house was an explosion of color and noise marigolds, shimmering lights, and the irritatingly happy beat of the dhol. It was a celebration, a sea of happy faces, but to me, it was just a backdrop for my mission. After greeting the parents, the three of us-me, Reyansh, and Dhruv-retreated to the terrace, away from the prying eyes of the guests.
โ"Dhairya... tu ye galat kar raha hai," Dhruv said, his voice laced with a hesitation that annoyed me.
(Dhairya, you're doing the wrong thing.)
โI walked to the edge of the terrace, looking out over the city that held my prize. I felt like a king surveying a kingdom I was about to set on fire.
"Main sahi kaam karne ke liye bana hi nahi hoon, Main jo karta hoon, woh khud sahi ho jata hai" I said, a dark smirk playing on my lips.
(I wasn't made to do the right thing. Whatever I do becomes the right thing.)
โ"Dhairya, but-"
I turned on him, my shadow looming large against the terrace wall. "Yaad rakh, Dhruv," I cut him off, my voice turning into a razor blade. "Remember, Dhruv. There should be no problem in my plan, or you won't survive." I watched the color drain from his face. I didn't care. Friendship had a limit, and that limit ended where my obsession began.
โI turned to face him, the coldness in my eyes making him take a half-step back. "Now tell me. What is the 'urgent' problem that made you call me?"
โDhruv looked down, pouting like a child, the worry in his eyes genuine but pathetic. "Woh... actually Richa is upset with me."
[A/N:- Richa is his fiance and Kashvi's sister]
โThe silence that followed was deafening. My jaw clenched so hard I thought my teeth might shatter. My fist curled until the skin over my knuckles felt like it would tear. I had left her standing on that road I had cut short the first time I'd breathed her air in years, I had walked away from the woman I had waited five years to corner-because of a lover's tiff?
โ"So what? This was your urgent work?" I asked. The rage was a physical weight in my chest now, heavy and burning.
โ"Yes," he said casually.
โMy fists curled at my sides. My heart felt like it was being squeezed by a cold hand. I had been so close. I wanted to see the fire in her eyes for another hour, another lifetime. And this idiot had pulled me away for a pout?
โ"Agar dost nahi hota, toh teri gardan kaat kar yahi phek deta." I growled, stepping into his personal space, my death glare pinning him to the spot,
(If you weren't my friend, I would have slit your throat and thrown it away.)
โI didn't wait for his apology. I turned on my heel and walked away, my every step vibrating with the promise of the chaos I was about to unleash. Dhruv was worried about a girl being upset I was worried about the fact that I was becoming a man who would burn a city just to see her in the light of the flames. he had no idea what it was like to be hunted by a man who had forgotten how to feel anything but her.
Third Person
โThe air on the terrace didn't just turn cold when Dhairya walked away it turned dead. โThe heavy, rhythmic thud of his boots retreating against the stone was the only sound in the suffocating silence. Even the festive music from the floors below seemed to dim, as if the house itself was holding its breath.
โReyansh stood frozen, his eyes fixed on the empty doorway where Dhairya had just vanished. He slowly turned his head to glare at Dhruv, his expression a mix of utter disbelief and raw pity. It was the kind of look you give someone who has accidentally stepped on a landmine and is still smiling.
โ"Dhairya ko kya hua?" Dhruv asked, his voice shaking with genuine confusion. He looked between the door and Reyansh, oblivious to the bullet he had just dodged. โReyansh let out a breath he seemed to have been holding for a lifetime.
(What happened to Dhairya?)
He stepped closer and patted Dhruv's cheeks not with affection, but with the grim relief of a man checking if a corpse is still warm.
"Beta, aaj teri mayyat nikalti bach gaya tu," Reyansh whispered, his voice thick with a worry he couldn't hide.
(Son, you narrowly escaped your own funeral today.)
โReyansh's hand trembled slightly. He had known Dhairya for years he had seen the evolution of a man into a monster. After years of watching Dhairya move like a hollow shell, he had finally seen it today on that road that fire. But it wasn't a warm fire it was a burning, cold, hollow blaze in those dark eyes.
โFor a second, Reyansh wanted to run after him. He wanted to pull his friend back from the edge. But he stopped. He knew the law of Dhairya Singh Shekhawat when the beast is triggered, you let it roam, or you get mauled.
โ"Where did he go? Let's go find him," Dhruv said, his brow furrowed with concern. He moved to follow, but Reyansh's hand shot out like a vice, gripping his arm.
โ"Rehne de abhi, gaya toh shaadi se pehle woh bichari vidhwa ho jayegi." Reyansh snapped, his voice hard. He is talking about Richa.
(Leave him. If you go now, that poor girl will become a widow before the wedding.)
โDhruv swallowed hard, the weight of the warning finally sinking in. They stood there for a few more minutes, the shadow of Dhairya's departure lingering over them like a shroud. Reyansh tried to pivot, pulling Dhruv into a conversation about business anything to distract from the lingering scent of danger Dhairya had left behind.
โ"Tomorrow is the Sangeet," Dhruv said after a while, trying to reclaim the excitement of his own wedding. A small, nervous smile played on his lips.
โReyansh looked out over the railing, his mind already picturing the chaos of the next night. He knew she would be there. And if she was there, Dhairya would be a force of nature that no one could contain. โReyansh let out a long, heavy sigh, rubbing the back of his neck.
โ"Kal phir woh bekaabu ho jayega... harami saala," Reyansh muttered to himself.
(Tomorrow, he'll be uncontrollable again... the bastard.)
โHe knew the Sangeet wouldn't be about dance or music. It would be the night Dhairya Singh Shekhawat finally stopped watching from the shadows and stepped into the light to claim what he had left behind on that road.
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