𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕

𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞: 𝐀 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞

Chapter Forty-Six: Guardians of Love: A Sister's Promise

Geetanjali lay on her bed, watching the ceiling fan spin above her, her mind swirling with thoughts. They had returned from Australia just two days ago. The intruder was handed over to the Australian authorities for trespassing. There hadn't been any calls or messages from Shubman, but she understood why. He was probably occupied with protecting Anamika from that sinister Bhummika, all the while preparing for the court case that Bhumika had brought against him.

As Geetanjali lay on her bed, watching the fan above her, she couldn't help but miss him. But it wasn't just him she missed; she longed for her little Ana, who had been a ray of sunshine in her dark world. Shubman had given her the perfect name— their sunshine.

Her phone rang, shattering the train of her thoughts. She glanced at the screen—it was an unknown number. Geetanjali hesitated for a few moments, her training kicking in, before finally answering the call. She remained silent, waiting for the voice on the other end to say something. It was a habit she had developed from her training days.

The crackling voice on the line, filled with sobs, made Geetanjali sit up straight, her heart pounding in her chest. "Diii," the voice cried out again, before taking a shaky breath. "It's me, Naina," it choked out. Geetanjali's eyes welled up with tears as she recognized her sister's voice.

"NaiNai," Geetanjali called out in a small, trembling voice, her own emotions threatening to overwhelm her.

Geetanjali, clutching onto a pillow tightly, asked her sister, "Mera Bacha, how are you?"

Naina sobbed on the other end, pleading, "Dii, please help me. Please. He's a monster, please."

Geetanjali's heart raced as she asked, "What happened? Tell me."

Naina sobbed as she held the frightened child on her lap. "Dad and my husband, please come save us. I know you won't trust me, considering how I've always sided with Dad, but please, trust your NaiNai, please," she pleaded.

Geetanjali clenched her hair tightly in distress before composing herself and asking, "Where are you? Tell me, I'll come pick you up."

Naina, amidst tears and panic, managed to convey a random address in Delhi: "We're at 23, Sunshine Lane, Delhi. Please, hurry, Di."

Geetanjali nodded, her determination firm. "Stay on the line," she instructed Naina, "I'll be there soon." With that, she ended the call, grabbed her keys, and rushed out the door, her heart racing with worry and resolve.

As Geetanjali drove through the familiar lanes of Delhi, her mind raced with thoughts. It had been years since she had last spoken to Naina. Her baby sister calling her in distress after all these years was something she couldn't bear. Geetanjali had never left Delhi, solely because of Naina. She had always been afraid that one day Naina might need her to rescue her from that monster, and unfortunately, that day had come.

As the traffic signal turned red once again, Geetanjali banged the steering wheel with frustration. She couldn't wait to rescue her sister from the devil she had been trapped with. She had regretted not taking Naina away from him years ago, but Naina's wishes had always restrained her. When Geetanjali had left the house after that dreadful night, she had returned after two days to check on Naina, but the house was empty and sold. Harman had never made an effort to find her. Perhaps he was happy to get rid of her.

What Geetanjali couldn't comprehend, even after all these years, was why he was now after her.

As Geetanjali reached the destination, her heart sank at the sight before her. Naina stood there, her clothes torn, hair dishevelled, eyes red from crying, and trembling as she held a young child in her arms. As Naina heard the sound of the car parking, she looked up and saw her sister, her Anjali Dii, sobbing as she ran into her arms.