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Shreyansh is holding Arya's hand tightly and taking her inside. He has brought her to his mansion where he comes sometimes and not many people know about it, only his friends and family members know
"Leave my hand you monster "Arya said in an angry voice and shouted at him.
Hearing her words, Shreyansh looked at her with his bloodshot stares which were burning with outrage like fire. "You wait a little then I will tell you the actuality of who is the real monster.
He grabbed her hand
Shreyansh had never imagined even in his dreams that the girl he loved the most would ever hurt her with his own hands, but what should he do? The girl also did not think even once before shooting at him, really? Didn't he ever feel for her? For him, the moment they spent together, everything was a revange for her .
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Shreyansh's fiery eyes burned with unbridled intensity as he stepped closer to Arya. His hair was disheveled, giving him a sinister yet oddly magnetic presence. He smirked, unbuttoning his shirt with slow precision, his expression carrying an unreadable edge.
"You've messed with the wrong person, Arya. So far, you've only seen my loving side—now, be ready to witness my wrath," he declared, his voice laced with unshaken determination.
Arya’s breath hitched as she glanced toward the door, but before she could make a move, Shreyansh seized her wrist and pulled her back onto the bed.
"Bad move, baby," he murmured, standing over her, his gaze unwavering.
"What on earth are you doing? Stay away from me!" Arya demanded, pushing against his grip.
Shreyansh studied her with an unreadable expression before releasing her with a bitter chuckle.
"You call me a criminal as if you understand the depth of my actions," he muttered, pacing slightly. He turned back to her, his expression stormy yet vulnerable. "Yes, I have made mistakes—the crime of loving you too much. But love and hate aren’t so different, are they? The line between them is thin, and you’ve crossed it."
Arya met his gaze fiercely. "I don’t fear you, Shreyansh. Whatever game you think you’re playing, it won’t work on me."
He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his tousled hair before leaning in slightly. "Is that so?" His voice softened, almost taunting. "Then let’s see how long you can hold onto that belief."
Instead of restraining her, he turned away and took a seat across the room, watching her closely. His expression was no longer purely rage—it was something deeper, something conflicted.
Shreyansh leaned against the sofa, running a hand through his unruly hair. Memories of their past together played like a cruel illusion before his eyes—laughter, stolen glances, whispered dreams of forever. To him, it had been love. To her, nothing but deception.
"Why?" he whispered to himself, voice heavy with frustration and grief. "Why did she ruin everything?"
A single tear threatened to escape, but he wiped it away before it could betray him. Weakness was not something he had ever allowed himself. And yet, here he was—undone by the only woman he had ever truly cared for.
His gaze locked onto Arya. She sat stiffly on the bed, her posture rigid, her eyes filled with a fury that had no softness left for him.
Slowly, he moved toward her. Instinctively, she shifted back, retreating into the bed’s corner, as though every step he took was a danger she had anticipated. He sat near her, his eyes never leaving hers.
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𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞💕 ( 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞)✔
Romance"She was his everything-until she became his assassin." Shreyansh loved Arya with his whole soul. But the woman he trusted most shot him and walked away. Now he's back. Alive. And hell-bent on revenge. But they're not the only ones tangled in love...
