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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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Rage.
It burned through my veins like wildfire, consuming every thought, every emotion. The more I tried to trust, the more I was deceived.
Niharika… she was never a victim.
It was all a lie. A beautifully crafted deception.
For money?
Is that all I am to people? A bank balance?
My hands tightened around the steering wheel as I drove home. The anticipation I had felt earlier, the eagerness to return, was gone—erased in a single moment. I knew what I had to do now.
I wouldn’t wait for the year to end.
This marriage was over today.
I don’t need liars in my life.
The phone rang, breaking my thoughts. Dad.
I ignored it. I wasn’t in the mood for any more conversations.
But it rang again. And again.
Frustrated, I finally answered. "Dad, I—"
His panicked voice cut through me like a blade.
"Anushka went out with Niharika. Someone trapped them saying you have had an accident."
Every thought vanished.
My blood ran cold.
Without wasting another second, I floored the accelerator, my father’s message flashing on my screen—a location.
I reached in record time.
And what I saw—
Anushka.
Terrified. Trapped.
Those filthy goons had their hands on my sister. She was struggling, trying to protect herself.
And Niharika—
She was fighting too, trying to shield Anushka.
But they were outnumbered.
I stormed forward, my fist colliding with the nearest man’s face. A sickening crack echoed through the air as he hit the ground.
I didn’t stop.
I grabbed those men with a force that could shatter bones.
How dare they?
How dare they lay their filthy hands on the most precious women of my life?
The air was thick with rage, mine suffocating theirs. They knew they were done for.
Before I could do anything more, I heard footsteps—Vivaan and Dad had arrived with the cops.
