𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊
In a world where love can be both a breathtaking beauty and a destructive force, the Raghuvanshi brothers find themselves entangled in a web of tangled emotions.
The eldest, a dynamic business tycoon, hides behind a cold facad...
Inside the grand mansion, a booming voice echoed, startling Viraj. His brows furrowed, a frown etching onto his face. Our eyes met as he distanced himself, grabbing a shirt from the couch. I followed, hastily fixing my appearance, while Shivaansh's voice grew louder.
"What is this, Rivaan?" Shivaansh's yell reverberated as we descended the stairs. Viraj, now buttoning his shirt, questioned with a cold tone upon reaching the living room. There, in the center, stood Rivaan, his back turned, and Shivaansh confronting him.
Viraj's icy voice broke the tense silence and demanded an explanation.
" What is going on shivaansh? "
As we moved past Rivaan, my gaze met his, the instigator of chaos in the mansion. A gasp escaped me at the sight of him, adding a layer of shock.
As everyone's attention was fixated on Rivaan. His face told a story of a rough fight - cuts on his lips, a scar on his cheek, a bloodied hand, and messy hair. I couldn't believe his eyes. It was like looking at a completely different person.
"What's going on, Rivaan?" Viraj asked, trying to make sense of the scene. It was as if he could feel the pain etched on his brother's skin, and the urge to avenge it surged within him. Viraj, clenching his fists, confronted Rivaan.
Rivaan, seemingly unfazed, replied, "None of your business."
"I'm your brother; don't talk like that. Everything that concerns you is my concern" Viraj asserted, his irritation palpable, punctuated by an eye roll that spoke volumes about his exasperation with Rivaan's attitude.
Shivaansh jumped in, asking, "Who did you fight with?" The room hung in suspense.Rivaan's eyes met those of his brother. Viraj's jaw clenched a mixture of concern and frustration etched across his face.
"We need to know what happened, Rivaan. You can't just brush this off" he insisted, his voice firm with a protective edge. Rivaan, remained defiant, a storm brewing beneath the surface of his stoic expression.
"It doesn't matter. I can handle my problems" he retorted, his gaze avoiding direct contact with Viraj's piercing eyes.
" Rivaan - " Shivaansh tried getting an answer from his brother but the loud yell of Rivaan made me startled.
" I said I could handle my problems bhai" Rivaan's voice thundered through the room, making me flinch. Viraj's hand found mine, offering silent reassurance amid the turmoil.
