Loving darkness isn't easy, right? Sandhya, a beautiful Kathak dancer with captivating grey eyes, fell for a devil disguised as a man. Karan Singh Rathore, the feared Mafia King, was a demon who thrived on cruelty and terror.
Despite her soft heart...
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Rajveer and Atharva were coming down the stairs, engrossed in conversation. But Rajveer's mind seemed to be elsewhere.
Atharva leaned in close to Rajveer's ear and whispered urgently:
(“Don’t say anything, Rajveer. Please, stay calm and don’t speak to Rudra... please! My friend, just don’t say anything.”)
Atharva's plea hung in the air, filled with a sense of urgency and desperation.
Rajveer looked downcast and muttered, "I have no interest in talking to useless people."
Atharva shook his head and murmured to himself, "𝑩𝒂𝒔 𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒈𝒂𝒅𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒏𝒂 𝒉𝒐 𝒋𝒂𝒚𝒆, 𝑮𝒐𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒂 𝒍𝒆!" (Just make sure nothing goes wrong, God save us!)
Rajveer strode purposefully to the dining table and took a seat, while Atharva followed and sat to his right.
Rudraksh was silently staring at Rajveer while cutting an apple. Rajveer sensed Rudraksh's gaze but remained composed, quietly eating his paratha.
A woman, aged 57, sitting across from Rajveer, passed him a pickle with a spoon. Rajveer stopped her with a gesture, wiped his hands with a tissue, and said in a stern voice, "Breakfast was delightful, but I must be off. You all continue enjoying the meal and each other's company. Have a fantastic day ahead!"
The tension in the room was palpable as Rajveer stood up, his words hanging in the air like a challenge.
Saying this, Rajveer started going up to his fourth floor. There was a slight moisture in the eyes of the woman downstairs who was being looked at by Atharv. Atharv said to her: Badi Maa, please leave it!
{𝙊𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙎𝙞𝙙𝙚}
Parul was in her room, wearing a sleeveless white nightgown, the dim light casting eerie shadows. She was writing in a beige diary at her study table, her face void of emotion. Suddenly, the lamp on her table crashed to the floor, shattering the silence. Startled, she quickly stood up, her voice trembling as she whispered,
