Aayna’s POV
The room they locked me in wasn’t mine.
It was cold. Grey. No windows. Just four walls and a door that didn’t open no matter how hard I banged.
My wrists ached.
My cheeks stung from Rudra Rathore’s slap.
But worst of all my chest felt hollow.
Like someone had scooped out everything inside me and left me with just this weight of pain.
I was still in the same clothes from the night of the function.
My dupatta was torn. My hair messy. The bindi on my forehead had slid to my cheek.
I looked like the villain they thought I was.
And no matter how many times I whispered, “I didn’t do it…”, no one heard me.
No one believed me.
Not even Maan bhaiya.
Not even Aarzoo di, if she were alive. Would she have believed me?
I curled up in a ball in the corner of the room.
I wasn’t crying anymore.
I was sobbing.
Big, ugly, desperate sobs that made my throat burn and my head spin.
Why would someone poison her?
Why would anyone… kill her?
Who hated her that much?
And why did they put it on me?
My tears soaked the fabric beneath me.
I tried to scream, but my voice was gone.
My heart kept whispering, "They’ll come for you too now. One by one. You’re next."
I hugged my knees tighter. My body trembled like a leaf. My skin was cold but my eyes were on fire.
I missed my maa.
I missed my room back in Delhi.
I missed being invisible.
Because this attention this hate it was burning me alive.
I heard footsteps.
I straightened up.
“Rudra sir…?” I whispered, barely audible.
No reply.
The lock clicked.
The door creaked open.
And a tall, shadowed figure stepped in.
His presence swallowed the air around me.
Rudra Rathore.
His shirt was messy. His sleeves rolled up. There was dried blood near his cuff.
His eyes were unreadable. But they weren’t kind.
I backed up, pressing against the wall.
He stepped in. Closed the door behind him.
And said in a voice colder than ice
“Tell me why you did it.”
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