𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃
He says he can wait.
That he'll heal me, love me, treat me like I'm something whole. But what happens when he steps into the wreckage of a heart so broken, so bruised, that there's...
"Nobody's heard from me for months, I'm doing better than i ever was"
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And here, I ticked off the last item on my packing list.
'THE STUDENT CAMP,' eagerly anticipated by every Ian International student, was finally happening.
This trip is apparently said to be the most life-changing trip in an IANite's life. No idea if that is true.
For once, I wasn't envisioning the towering skyline of Mumbai or the golden glow of the dawn in the glass garden of the penthouse, but the breathtaking landscapes of Himachal Pradesh and the fresh air of Sorhem City, which is known for its mountain the best.
Just as I started to enjoy the calm, loud knocks shook me out of it.
Of course.
I opened the door, ready to yell at whoever was disturbing my moment—which, by the way, I knew was my twin—only to find our elder sister standing with her, who also happens to be our guardian.
And Heaven knows I would kill and die for both of them in a heartbeat.
Before I could say a word, my twin, Evaana, barged past me and made a beeline for my luggage—no greeting, of course.
"Do you have my camera?" she demanded, ready to upend everything.
"For the last time, it's not here," I replied, stepping closer to stop her. But she didn't listen and insisted on checking for herself.
"Evaana!" I exclaimed, as frustration bubbled up. My carefully packed designer essentials now lay in a chaotic mess.
"What?" she shrugged nonchalantly. "I'll help you repack."
"No, you won't—" I started, but before I could finish, Vedika Di stepped forward. Her calm yet commanding presence instantly silenced us.
"Can you two be decent for a minute and actually listen to me?" she said, her tone sharp yet composed.
"It's been more than a minute, Via," Evaana muttered. Only her closest friends called Vedika 'Via,' but Evaana always got away with it. She always did—because Vedika could never say no to her.
"Sorry, Di," I mumbled, stepping aside.
Vedika Di sighed, concern softening her voice. "I just wanted to talk before you two leave."
"I'm not getting married, Via," Evaana deadpanned, still rummaging through my bags.
"Living room. Five minutes," Vedika ordered, ignoring the sarcasm entirely.
She walked out, Ipad in hand. Knowing her, she was probably juggling another multimillion-dollar deal while making time for us.
With the most luxurious penthouse in the city, and as members of the same family as Vedika Jadeja—Director and CEO of Virlax Empire, the biggest association in Asia and the third largest in the world—
