#1st Book in 'Tangled Series.'
Revenge and Love, I was tangled between both of these. Once I loved but that love took everything from me, it destroyed me inside out. At that time, Revenge was my only hope. I decided Vengeance would be my endgame. I...
The impulsiveness of my actions had once again driven me to hurt her, to lash out with blame, despite the fact that she had, against all odds, found my sister. My family, especially my mother, was buzzing about her, and I couldn't deny the strange pull she held. In our first meeting, she'd become a favorite, a captivating presence. She was stunning, yes, but also sharp, courageous, the kind of woman who wouldn't hesitate to save herself.
Aashvi had recounted her escape from danger, how Dhriti handled a gun with an almost effortless grace, a stark contrast to the timid girls I usually encountered.
She'd even dared to challenge me, grabbing my collar in a display of defiance I found both unsettling and strangely thrilling. No girl had ever dared to mess with Aarush Malhotra, yet Dhriti Krishna possessed that audacity, that raw nerve that dared to shut me down.
She was my type, the kind that made my heart skip a beat. What in the hell was happening to me? Was this love? Or, as Ranveer had suggested, was it a spark? No, no, I couldn't be in love with her. She was beautiful, yes, undeniably hot, but her attitude, her fierce independence, was intimidating.
I didn't want a girl like her...or did I? The way she softened around my family, the gentle, almost musical lilt to her voice, was a stark contrast to the cool, almost abrasive tone she used with me. She hadn't even taken my hand when I reached for it, choosing Rehaan's instead. What was I even thinking? Was that Arjun, her boyfriend? No, no way. How could he be? But she was beautiful, even in her simple black crop top, adidas track pants, and long sweater, a stunningly natural beauty, her plump, soft, pink lips radiating a glow that only added to her allure. God, what am I thinking?
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(Dhriti's attire.)
The thought of her, of Dhriti Krishna, was a dangerous game. Each time her face flickered into my mind, it was like a wildfire, spreading whispers of the impossible, of a connection that seemed too fragile to grasp. I fought against it, knowing that dwelling on her would only lead to thoughts that were inappropriate, almost shameful. But the truth was, I needed to apologize, to thank her. She had saved my sister, Aashu, from the clutches of a dangerous man.
The thought of facing her, of her reaction, filled me with a nervous energy. What if she was angry? What if she pointed her gun at me, a weapon I knew she was adept at wielding? A chilling smile played on my lips, a mix of fear and fascination. It was a dangerous cocktail, a game of cat and mouse I knew I couldn't win. With a frustrated sigh, I pushed those thoughts away, laying down on my bed, exhausted from the day's events.
If Dhriti hadn't been there, if she hadn't intervened, the consequences for Aashu would have been devastating. Thank you, Dhriti Krishna, I whispered, a quiet prayer escaping my lips as sleep finally claimed me.
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"Take this medicine and go to sleep, otherwise, your health will continue to deteriorate," Arjun cautioned Dhriti with a concerned expression.
