𝟏𝟗𝟒𝟔 ：𝑬𝒌 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒎 𝒌𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒂 ✓

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘟𝘟𝘐𝘝. 𝘍𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘛𝘪𝘦𝘴

Edward's POV;

I step out of her room, but I can't bring myself to walk away completely. Instead, I stop by the window, my eyes fixed on her fragile form.

Manjari is crying. Not just a few silent tears-she's breaking apart right in front of me. I can see the weight of her grief, the unbearable sorrow she's trying so hard to contain. She clutches a book to her chest as if it's the only thing holding her together, her body trembling with silent sobs.

I never wanted to see her like this. I never wanted to be the reason behind her pain. Yet, every damn time, I fail her.

Things between us have always been complicated. A mess of emotions, tangled between the past and the present. I thought I understood her, but maybe I never did.

I never imagined that she had already given her heart to someone else long before I came into her life. Wait... did she ever truly love me? Does she love me now?

What kind of foolish question is that? She told me she loves me, didn't she? But... she also told me she loved Stefan. And now, she's crying for him. Because she lost him.

I exhale sharply, my chest tightening. She has lost so much.

Her parents-gone. The only family she had left-her aunt-missing. And Stefan... the one person who had always been her constant, her safe place.

She lost him, too.

A fresh wave of emotion washes over me, and I blink back the moisture in my own eyes. She doesn't deserve this. Of course, she doesn't. No one should have to endure this kind of pain.

I clench my fists, making a silent vow to myself. No matter what happens, I will never leave her. I will be the one to stand by her, to hold her up when she feels like collapsing. I will be her shoulder to cry on, her unwavering support.

I take one last glance at her before turning away. I need to leave before my emotions get the best of me.

As I step into the hallway, a familiar figure blocks my path. Yadav.

I meet his eyes, and he subtly gestures for me to follow him. Without hesitation, I comply, and together, we make our way outside toward my car.

Once we reach it, he leans in close, lowering his voice to a whisper.

"Sir, I think your father is planning something. I saw some troops talking to him."

My entire body tenses at his words. My father.

How could I have been so distracted? How could I have let my guard down? I should have been keeping an eye on him. I should have known he wouldn't stay idle for long.

I turn sharply to Yadav, my mind racing. He's always been loyal, always looking out for me, and once again, he's proven his worth.

I nod, placing a firm hand on his shoulder in silent appreciation. He simply presses his palms together in a respectful gesture before walking away.

I exhale slowly, my mind already working through the possibilities. If my father is plotting something, I need to find out what. I need to know his every move, every scheme before it's too late.

I have to get into that house.

A plan begins to take shape in my mind, the pieces falling into place. This time, I won't let him catch me off guard.

Edward's POV

I slide into the driver's seat, gripping the steering wheel tightly before starting the car. The engine hums to life, but my mind is far from the road ahead. As I drive towards the house, a storm of emotions brews within me-anticipation, anger, dread. I know this confrontation is inevitable, but that doesn't make it any easier.