BOOK 1 - 𝑨 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓.
𔓘 Can be read as a Standalone.
Yuvan Singhania was power draped in darkness-a billionaire heir with blood-stained secrets buried beneath tailored suits and ruthless...
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Author's POV:
The atmosphere shifted as time passed without a trace of Varenya, each moment feeding their growing dread, Guilt etched on Ruhi's face.
"Dadi is calling," Tejal announced, her voice tinged with anxiety. (Grandmother)
"Now what trouble is this?" Ruhi muttered under her breath, her brows furrowing.
"I'll go look for, Rena." Kartik offered, his tone firm. "You two handle the call. Try not to panic." Without waiting for a response, he walked off into the crowd.
Tejal nodded reluctantly and answered the call, putting on her best calm voice. "Hello, Dadi!" she greeted her, trying to sound cheerful.
Varenya's grandmother wasted no time asking questions, her concern for her granddaughter evident in her tone. Tejal did her best to reassure her, but her hesitations and faltering words were giving her away.
"W-we're fine. Don't worry," Tejal stammered, glancing nervously at Ruhi, who gestured for her to stay composed.
But the old lady, being as sharp as ever, picked up on the slight hesitation in Tejal's voice. The suspicion in her tone grew, her questions becoming more pointed. Tejal felt the pressure rising as she scrambled for believable answers.
After what felt like an eternity, she finally seemed somewhat convinced, though a hint of doubt lingered in her tone. "Alright, take care of yourselves," she said before disconnecting the call, leaving Tejal exhaling deeply with relief.
"She knows something is off," she murmured, her worry intensifying.
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Varenya's POV:
His lips parted again, "Sleep—" but I pressed my palm over his mouth, refusing to let another word slip free. I knew what he was about to say, and I did not want it spoken. The defiance I held onto wavered beneath the weight of his unrelenting stare, his breath hot against my palm.
My pulse thundered in my ears as I pulled my hand away and gripped the hem of the oversized shirt I wore. Thought scattered, leaving only the raw pull of his dominance and the heat it ignited inside me. My mind turned hazy, lost in his aura as if he already owned every part of me. My vision blurred, my pulse raced, and I no longer knew what I truly wanted. All I knew was the irresistible draw of his presence. And I knew I would not fight it. I did not want to spoil this night.
