𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
What happens when
𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐑𝐀 - the girl who mastered the art of being unseen,
stitched together with silence and scar tissue,
haunted by the ruins of love and friendsh...
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"Knew it. She's yours, isn't she?" Vikar's voice barely registered above a whisper, choked beneath Evyaan's tightening grip as his neck was slammed harder against the table.
How the hell did he know?
"Sir, you'll break his neck—please let go!" The waiters scrambled, voices rising in panic as the manager rushed over.
I ran to Evyaan's side, heart thundering, fingers trembling as I grabbed his free arm.
"Evyaan, stop." He didn't even register my presence.
"I said fucking apologize," he growled, pressing Vikar's neck down even harder. While Naya panicked like me, Vardaan simply collected the files like they were more important.
"Evyaan," I used all the strength in my body to pull him off, but I might as well have been pushing a bull. He didn't budge.
"Your secret's not a secret anymore, sweetheart," Vikar smirked, somehow enjoying this.
"He's not your sweetheart," I said and stood on the chair, pulling Evyaan's face toward me. His eyes—bloodshot, distracted, and so lost—I barely recognized him.
"Evyaan," I whispered softly.
"Stop this," I pleaded.
In one swift movement, his arm came around my waist and he pulled me into his chest, lifting me like I weighed nothing.
We were putting on a show for everyone—customers, managers, waiters, all staring.
I could feel the eyes burning holes into my back and gasps filling the room.
Yet I couldn't think of anything but those eyes I'd fallen in love with—so lost and distracted it hurt.
Naya immediately pulled Vikar to the other side, keeping him far out of Evyaan's reach.
Vardaan dismissed the manager, assuring them it was under control. They looked unconvinced, but Vardaan was too intimidating to argue with, so they left, sighing disapprovingly.
Evyaan, on the other hand, only had eyes on me. A flicker of realization crossed his face as he swallowed and softly held my shoulders.
"I'm sorry, angel. I didn't mean to—"
"Don't be sorry, Evyaan. He was asking for it," I cut him off.
And I meant it.
If Evyaan hadn't attacked him, I was mentally preparing to throw the rest of the coffee on Vikar—or beat him up with the leather file.
He doesn't get to disrespect me for saying no. For rejecting him. For not feeding his stupid, fragile male ego.
"Asking to spread your little secret? Of course, sweetheart, I'll make sure everyone at IAN International knows about you two," Vikar said, aiming his words at Evyaan again.
