{ 𝕭𝖔𝖔𝖐 #1 𝖎𝖓 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘}
𝐕𝐢𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐱 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢
She is soft-spoken; he is hardened. She is ice; he is fire. She is sweet; he is fierce. She is kind; he is arrogant. She embodies peaceful beauty, while he...
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Third Person's Pov:-
Shreyansh paced the living room, running his hands through his messy hair.
His eyes were sunken and had dark circles from worrying about Viaanshi's disappearance.
"Any news?" He asked for the hundredth time as Yuvaansh, Ekaansh, and the brothers entered the room, shaking their heads sadly.
Vivaan watched his sons with a heavy heart.
Just then, Shreyansh's phone rang, shattering the tense silence. He scrambled to answer it, hoping it was the call they had been waiting for.
"Hello?" His voice was urgent and full of hope.
On the other end, a rough voice spoke.
"We've got a possible lead on your missing woman. A lady matching her description was seen in a dark alley downtown."
Shreyansh's heart stopped as he heard the words. He gripped the phone tighter, his knuckles turning white.
"Where? Tell me exactly where!"
He noted down the details with shaking hands, the first spark of hope he'd felt in hours flickering in his chest.
Ending the call, he turned to his stunned family with wild eyes.
"They may have found her! Viaanshi...my Aanshi. Let's go, we have to go right now!" He was already rushing for the door, with his brothers, her brothers, and his father following.
The drive downtown felt endless, each minute an agonizing eternity.
Shreyansh's knee bounced rapidly as scenario after scenario played out in his mind.
What if it was a false alarm?
What if she was hurt?
Or worse?
He squeezed his eyes shut, forcing himself to stay positive. They had to find her this time. He couldn't give up hope not yet.
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Viaanshi's hands trembled violently as her white-knuckled grip tightened around the cold metal pipe.
Her heart pounded in her chest, each frantic beat echoing loudly in her ears as terror coursed through her.
Aarushi appeared like a brutal avenging angel. The infamous leader of the Blackrock gang tore through the warehouse with chilling precision and ruthless skill.
One by one, the burly men fell before her onslaught, collapsing to the filthy floor.
Viaanshi could only watch with horrified awe as Aarushi worked, her beautiful face twisted into a mask of cold, unbridled fury.
She moved with the grace of a predator, each strike landing with maximum impact, showing no mercy.
When the last man fell, Aarushi whirled to face the trembling captive.
