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Niharika Verma is a stunning semi-classical dancer who wants nothing more than to travel the world, but the shackles of her dreadful past keep her grounded. On the other end, Asia's well-known businessman and CEO of Ra...
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Niharika's eyes fluttered open, and the unfamiliar warmth of the bed beneath her sent a wave of confusion through her. She blinked, trying to make sense of her surroundings. How did she end up here? The last thing she remembered was-
Her heart clenched.
Last night.
Maanveer. His accusations. The panic attack that had consumed her, leaving her gasping for air, trembling, lost in the depths of her own fear. And then-him. His arms around her, his voice trying to soothe her, the way he had held her like he was the only thing keeping her from breaking apart.
She swallowed hard.
She hated it. Hated that he had been the one to console her, hated that he had seen her like that-so vulnerable, so weak. And now, lying here, she was certain of one thing. He had brought her to the bedroom. He had seen her at her lowest and had taken care of her.
The realization made her stomach twist.
She pushed the thoughts away, forcing herself to sit up. She wouldn't allow herself to dwell on it. She wouldn't let herself feel anything about it.
Taking a deep breath, she climbed out of bed and headed straight for the bathroom.
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By the time she came downstairs, she had composed herself. Dressed in a soft pink suit, she walked into the living room, her posture straight, her expression calm-like nothing had happened. Like she wasn't carrying the weight of last night on her shoulders.
Shreya ji looked up from where she was arranging flowers in a vase and smiled warmly. "Good morning, beta."
Niharika forced a small smile. "Good morning."
Shreya ji's eyes softened as she took a step closer. "How are you feeling now?"
"I'm fine," Niharika said, keeping her voice even.
Shreya ji studied her for a moment, as if searching for any cracks in her carefully maintained facade. "Are you sure?"
Niharika nodded. "Yes, aunt. Don't worry."
Shreya ji sighed but didn't press further. Instead, she reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind Niharika's ear. "You should eat something. You didn't have anything last night."
"I will," Niharika replied, though she wasn't sure if she had the appetite for it.
Shreya ji smiled again. "Good. I'll bring your breakfast."
Niharika gave a small nod, her fingers curling slightly as she stood there. She could feel the heaviness in her chest, the storm in her mind. She sat at the dining table, Shreya ji walked in with a warm smile, carrying a tray filled with freshly cooked food. The comforting aroma of parathas with butter filled the air, instantly making the atmosphere feel a little lighter.
