𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞 || @𝘼𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙨||

.Chapter-28. The promise.

4200+ words

Ishq ki gehraiyo mein khokar, 
Dil ki baate aakho se na kahe! 
Mahobbat ka safar ye anmol hai, 
Milte hai hum,
Magar rahe alag hai

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Author's pov:

Ashwin slowly regained consciousness, groaning as a throbbing pain pulsed at the back of his head. He blinked his eyes open, struggling to focus as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. The first thing he noticed was the disarray in the room. His clothes, which he had neatly hung and folded, were now scattered all over the floor. His laptop bag was upturned, its contents strewn across the carpet.

"What the hell?" Ashwin muttered to himself, pushing himself up to a sitting position. He gingerly touched the back of his head, wincing at the tenderness he felt. Memories of the meeting with Charles and the subsequent walk back to the hotel room came rushing back. He remembered the unease he felt when he saw the photo on his phone, the image of Vikram's hands on Anshika's shoulders. His anger had been palpable, and in that moment of distraction, he had been attacked.

As he surveyed the chaos around him, his anger returned, but now it was mixed with confusion and a sense of violation. Who had done this, and why? He struggled to his feet, steadying himself against the bedpost. His head spun, and he took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts.

Ashwin's phone buzzed on the nightstand, jolting him back to the present. He reached for it, hoping for some clarity. It was another message from the unknown number. His heart pounded as he opened it, half-expecting another disturbing photo of Anshika. Instead, it was a taunting message:

"How does it feel, Ashwin? The tables have turned. Watch your back."He clenched his fists, feeling a surge of anger and helplessness. He needed to get to the bottom of this. Whoever was behind this attack and these messages was playing a dangerous game. He couldn't afford to be careless. Ashwin quickly scanned the room, looking for anything that might give him a clue about his assailant. There was nothing immediately obvious, just the mess they had left behind.

Determined not to be intimidated, Ashwin began to gather his scattered belongings. As he did, he replayed the events in his mind, trying to piece together any details he might have missed. His mind kept returning to the photo of Vikram and Anshika. Why was Vikram with her? What was his endgame?

Once he had his belongings back in order, Ashwin decided he needed to reach out for help. He couldn't handle this alone. He picked up his phone and dialed Yuvan's number.

"Yuvan, it's me," Ashwin said when his friend answered. "Something's happened. I need you to come to my room. Now."

"On my way," Yuvan replied, his voice filled with concern.

While waiting for Yuvan, Ashwin tried to stay calm and think strategically. He couldn't let his emotions cloud his judgment. He needed to protect Anshika and find out what Vikram's true intentions were. This wasn't just about him anymore; it was about ensuring the safety of his family.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. Ashwin opened it to find Yuvan standing there, worry etched across his face.

"What happened?" Yuvan asked, stepping into the room and taking in the disarray.

"I was attacked," Ashwin explained, giving Yuvan a brief rundown of the events. "And I've been getting these messages from an unknown number. Someone's targeting me, and they might be after Anshika too."