𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #1
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Shivanya Gupta is a woman who wears her heart on her sleeve. Always going above and beyond to help others, she loves deeply and s...
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I never thought, I could feel this much pain over someone's past but here we are.
Khushi. She's his twin who was murdered by the same person's father who abused me.
What kind of twisted joke is this?
Vihaan is the strongest person I know & I will never stop reminding him that.
The room is silent except for the occasional sniffing. I stare at Vihaan's hard charcoal eyes which conceals a lot of sadness.
I can't even think about loosing my siblings. How much has he endured seeing his twin being murdered infront of his very eyes at the tender age of nine?
If Pramod Raichand was infront of me, I would've killed him.
"Why didn't he go to jail?" I ask him after taking a deep breath.
His body turns rigid under me. I am still sitting on his lap but then he continues.
"He forged false documents regarding his thievery claiming that my father had involvement in it too." He sighs falling into bed taking me with him.
His Adam's apple bobs in a swallow and he speaks again, "Papa didn't want to spoil his reputation in the society. Even a small allegation could ruin a person's business. Pramod's documents looked so real that it would've taken years to clear the accusation. Obviously Papa didn't want to take risks." He says his voice turning hard.
"He didn't listen to me when I argued with him. Clearly his prestige and social standings were important more than us. That's why he sacrificed his own daughter because I had responsibilities." He scoffs.
I keep my chin on his bare chest and watch him close. "Aakash Sharma, the man we met in London is a hotshot lawyer. He helped to forge those documents. I tried really hard to find those fake proclamations throughout the years using my connections but I couldn't even get a hint of it." He sighs.
Now I remember why Mr.Sharma was familiar. I have seen him on TV.
"When I get my hands on those I am going to rip apart the Raichand empire part by part. And nobody will stop me. I will destroy anyone who'll stand between me and his destruction." He promises, his voice turning lethal sending a shiver down my spine.
"How did you cope with it?" I ask my voice a small whisper.
A child going through something like that is very disturbing to picture.
He pushes me into bed and balances himself on his arm looking down at me.
"I didn't. I couldn't overcome it." He states. "I completely withdrew myself from everyone. I worked myself to become independent. So I built my own empire. I didn't want any part of Rajputh wealth and reputation which killed my sister." He wipes a tear with his thumb that trails through my cheek.
