"𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞."
He glared at her with a cold, harsh expression and said, "What am I supposed to do with you, my doll?"
Fear washed over her, but she gathere...
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(Warning: The chapter contains triggering scenes, read at your own risk!)
The weather in the northern part of India was chilly. It was already January, and winter was at its peak.
Despite the harsh conditions, there was a significant influx of tourists in the hilly regions. The mornings and evenings were particularly frigid, with misty fog enveloping the landscape and forcing most people to stay indoors.
However, some were compelled to work regardless of the cold, like the bodyguards and maids of the Rainy Night Mansion. The mansion itself appeared peaceful and quiet, but security had been tightened, with more bodyguards present than before.
The secret dungeon within the mansion was especially cold. Bodyguards stood in front of each cell on both sides of the corridor, wrapped in thick, warm clothing to protect themselves from the biting cold.
The entire dungeon was empty except for the last cell. Inside, Aisha was curled up in a ball on the bed, covered by a thin blanket that was too small for her.
She wore a yellow salwar suit made of cotton. There wasn't any heater or anything to warm her.
The cell contained only a wooden table, a chair, and a bed, along with a simple attached bathroom.
The covers and bedsheets on the bed were also thin, as if someone had deliberately arranged them to torture her in the cold winter.
Her hair, which had grown to her knees, was loose, providing her with some warmth. She didn't even know how much time had passed-what the date, time, or year was.
She simply stared at a certain wall; the cold didn't seem to bother her, and it didn't hurt as much as the pain in her heart.
A steel plate sat on the wooden table, untouched, with cold food that was attracting houseflies.
She hadn't eaten anything again.
Abhirudra had gone on a business trip. He rarely visited her because Indrani made sure to keep him busy with work.
She had put in so much effort to separate them; how could she let her efforts go in vain?
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After twenty minutes, the door of the dungeon opened, and light fell on the stairs leading down. The shadow of a woman appeared.
Indrani slowly and carefully descended, holding up her expensive blue silk saree.
All the bodyguards bowed and greeted her as if she were the real boss.
She adjusted her black designer pashmina shawl and diamond necklace, nodding in response.
She was thrilled to meet her precious granddaughter-in-law. As she approached the last cell, she signaled the bodyguard to open the door with a snap of her fingers.
