UNKNOWN TO HER - PART 1 ✔

PART 11

Riddhima, her fingers lightly brushing against the cool glass of orange juice to her right, turned to Sunny, who was standing to her left. The sun's rays bounced off the pool, casting a shimmering light on Ishani, who was on the other side.

"How did you come to know about Ragini?" Riddhima asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sunny's response echoed across the pool, his words cutting through the tranquility. "You're wasting your time on this. Everyone knows about it, but Vansh has managed to erase all evidence against him."

His gaze was steady as he continued, "I came here after receiving your signal towards the tower. I'm here to help you."

Riddhima's eyes narrowed in suspicion, her gaze piercing. "Are you a police officer?" she asked, her voice laced with doubt.

Sunny paused, his silence hanging in the air before he nodded slowly in affirmation.

Riddhima's surprise was evident in her voice as she mused, "You've managed to enter the mansion without arousing Vansh's suspicion. Did you come here solely to assist me?"

Sunny's reply was simple, "Yes."

Riddhima's question hung in the air, "So, you don't love Ishani? You didn't come here for her?"

Sunny's warning was sharp, "Turn around. We can't risk being seen together."

Riddhima's words were a stark reminder of the stakes, "If Vansh discovers that you're deceiving his sister, you won't survive." She finished her orange juice, the bitter taste a reminder of the lessons she had learned from her weeks living with Vansh.

Sunny's anticipation was palpable as he asked, "So, what's the plan to expose him?"

Riddhima's response was tinged with a hint of a smile, "You're a cop, and you're asking me this? I do have a plan, though."

Sunny's concern was evident in his voice, "But what if we fail?"

Riddhima's confidence was unwavering, "Consistency is more important than perfection. I'll guide you through it."

Sunny's question was filled with suspense, "And what am I supposed to do?"

Riddhima's reply was simple, leaving Sunny in a state of suspense, "Nothing."

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"What's going on, sweetheart?" The husband's voice echoed in the room as he entered, stopping a few steps away from her.

Riddhima, a woman of kindness and compassion, found herself grappling with an unexpected emotion - contempt. She had encountered many two-faced individuals in her life, but he was different, he was like a chameleon, constantly changing.

"Who is Ragini?" she asked, her fingers deftly fastening her bangles, her gaze fixed on his face which had turned noticeably pale.

"She was my fiancée," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Then why did you choose to marry me?" she questioned, her voice steady.

"Because she's no longer a part of my life," he replied, his tone flat.

"May I ask why?" she probed further.

"That's none of your business," Vansh retorted, his words hanging in the air as he retreated into the bathroom.

From inside, his voice echoed, "Why did you agree to marry me?"

"It's none of your business," she shot back, her frustration evident as she hurled a pillow at the bathroom door. She was biding her time, waiting for the right moment to escape. She knew that moment would come, and when it did, she would be ready.