INVISIBLE PASSIONS : When Hate Becomes Love

CHAPTER 22 - Introduction?

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AUTHOR'S POV

suddenly there was the sound of beating of dhol (drum) came and there enter, TANAY MISHRA, and his sister tanya mishra, ..............

so they are children of siddharth's masi and mausa (Maternal aunt and uncle), everyone gathered near the entrance of Mahlotra mansion except mehak and siddharth ,

Siddharth was about to come and mehak will not come because dadi ji has told her to be in her room,

all the relatives  start dancing on the beat of drum all over there was happiness and there come our , rude, arrogant monster , yes siddharth was descending down the the stairs as he heard the sounds of drum in his study, so he thought upon to check upon his family,

Siddharth  glanced across the room, his eyes narrowing as they landed on Tanay, his cousin. An immediate pang of discomfort and disdain surged through him.

Siddharth's sharp, arrogant demeanor intensified as he observed tanay his cousin danging on the beat of drum through the crowd, charming everyone in his path with a charismatic fake smile.

but  Siddharth saw beyond the facade, recognizing the darkness that lurked beneath.

As the room buzzed with laughter and chatter, Siddharth's thoughts churned with memories of past encounters with Tanay, because sidd remenber how he disrespect women and in soe of cheap stuff andhe also do drugs , but nobody knows that , and sidd know this because of his bestfriend, who is his left hand in the mafia,.....

to the outside world, Tanay was the epitome of charm and grace, but Siddharth knew better. Behind the alluring facade lay a manipulative and conniving individual who reveled in the art of deception.

SIDDHARTH's POV

we entred the our room , i mean me and mehak, than come my young clan , riya,anubhav and isha,

we talked , like they come to talk with mehak....,

after they left i come to my study and stated doing my work, and made some important calls, after some time i was very indulged in checking the profits and expenditures of our company , than i heard the knock the on the door , as usual i asked to come in , after i herd the closing of the door ,

i said "speak", without looking up ,

there was no reply

"don't you listen i said speak ," i said again

and there come the voice of mehak my head snap upwards,

she is really looking mesmerising like a walking dish, freshly prepared dish well i did not noticed this much in the morning

Mehak, clad in a vibrant yellow saree that seemed to defy the subdued atmosphere. I couldn't help but look up from the paperwork scattered across my desk, my eyes involuntarily tracing the contours of her figure.

She held a plate of meticulously arranged food in her hands, a domestic offering that clashed with the animosity lingering between us. Despite the mutual resentment, I couldn't deny the striking image she presented. The saree clung to her in a way that commanded attention, a fact that grated against the disdain I harbored.