𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲.𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜.♡
Some days even the devil sits back and admires her work.
Story of Aaisha Oberoi And Ranvijay Cha...
Precap :- "This earring, Natasha was wearing thi-this." Aaisha spoke, a little hesitantly.
In a minute, Ranvijay got a picture.
"Natasha!"
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Ranvijay handed me the package, his expression grim. My fingers trembled as I unwrapped it, my breath catching the moment I saw what was inside.
A blood-stained earring.
And in an instant, I knew.
Natasha’s.
The pristine white diamonds that once adorned her ears so elegantly were now smeared in crimson.
Rage flared inside me, burning hotter than fear. Whoever did this—whoever dared to touch her—I would ruin them.
The possibilities flooded my mind, one more terrifying than the last. What if she’s hurt? What if she’s— No. I cut the thought off before it could form fully.
She will be safe.
Ranvijay’s phone buzzed, breaking the suffocating silence. A message.
"Want to get your soon-to-be wife's best friend? If yes, visit this place."
My breath hitched. My hands clenched into fists.
I glanced at Ranvijay, and in the next second, I saw the same fire raging in his eyes. Blood-red fury. No words were needed. We were leaving—now.
But then—my chest tightened. My hands went cold.
Not now. Not in front of him.
Yet, the panic surged through me like a tidal wave, unstoppable. My breaths grew shallow, my vision blurred.
"R-Ranvijay…" My voice was barely a whisper as I staggered, my knees giving way.
And suddenly, everything poured out.
"Why can’t I just live like everyone else? Why—why me?!" My voice cracked. "Why does the one everyone believes in refuse to show me mercy? Why!"
The weight of everything—the threats, the fear, the exhaustion—crashed down on me.
But before I could sink further, Ranvijay was there. Kneeling beside me. Holding my gaze.
"Aaisha," he murmured, steady and firm. "You’re misunderstanding. God has other plans for you."
Something in his voice—so certain, so unwavering—made my chest tighten for a different reason.
Destiny winked, and God smiled.
Just then, footsteps echoed through the silence.
A shadow emerged.
Devansh.
And in his arms—Natasha.
She was draped in a long white dress, her feet clad in striking red heels. Her body looked limp, lifeless. But she was breathing. She was alive.
