𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
→Can be read as a standalone.
❝𝙄𝙨𝙝𝙦 𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙟𝙖𝙗 𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙖𝙮𝙚
𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙦 𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙖𝙮𝙚❞
In a quaint country where promis...
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ANANYA
The world swirled into focus—the sterile hospital ceiling, the fluorescent lights.
I blinked, disoriented, and Aarohi's worried gaze met mine.
"Ananya, can you see me?" she asked, her voice a lifeline. I pushed myself up, her hands steadying me. But it wasn't just Aarohi—my mom, Kiara, Asra—they were all there, concern etched on their faces.
"Ananya, you're up, my child," my mom said, her voice trembling. I nodded, my throat dry, my heart racing.
And then she said it—the words that shattered my world. "He betrayed us."
Betrayal. The word echoed, a jagged shard piercing my chest.
Arhan—the man I had loved, the one who'd whispered secrets in the dark—had lied. Reality crashed over me.
It wasn't a dream. He had revealed himself—the enigma, the billionaire. And I—I was the fool who'd fallen for his mask.
"How long was I laying here?" I asked, my voice hoarse.
Asra's reply—four hours—felt like an eternity.
Four hours since Arhan Malik had exposed himself to the world.
I tore the IV from my wrist, their voices fading as I stumbled out of the room.
My friends followed, yelling, but I was possessed—driven by madness, by pain.
Outside, the world blurred—the hospital doors, the white coats. "My keys," I muttered, patting my pockets. The doctor's coat—which I do not care about for now, my mind racing.
Arhan's apartment—that's where I needed to be. Barefoot, I ran, my heart a cacophony of rage and hurt.
The taxi driver asked for my destination.
The café? No, he might not be there. The company? No, too public. His apartment—I gave the address, urgency pulsing through me.
As the taxi sped away, I felt the weight—the betrayal, the lies. Arhan No Arhan Malik—the man who'd shattered my heart—was no longer just a secret.
He was real, and I—I was chasing him like a mad person, desperate for answers.
The taxi stopped in there in the—colony,where he might not be there.
I came out of the car my barefoot touching the road which I do not care about all I need is my answers.
As I stepped out of the taxi, the world blurred—a monochrome of black cars and men in black coats.
Their eyes bore into me, assessing, waiting. The whole place was filled with several cars and giant men dressed in all black suit standing there.
But I ignored them, my focus singular—the building, the gate.
