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[ 39 ] TRUTH

Everyone gathered in the living room. Looking at Geet in that condition, they all panicked. Her body was trembling terribly, and she was crying hard. She was still in her bridal lengha, but the dupatta was no longer on her head.

Her mother, aunt, and sisters ran to her, asking continuously what had happened. Her mother cupped her cheeks. "What happened, Geet?"

"Mummy... wo... wo Dmitry usne-"

Her tongue faltered as her eyes fell on Dmitry Volkov, who was clenching his jaw with siren eyes, holding a gun in his hand. His eyes were filled with anger, a fierce look shining in them. His once clean white shirt was now stained with blood and dirt, showing the mess that had happened. His hands shook as he held the gun, gripping it tightly, his anger and desperation making it feel like a part of him.

She explained everything to them, her voice trembling as sobs broke through each word. The weight of her confession hung heavy in the room, leaving everyone in stunned silence. Her mother gasped, eyes wide with disbelief, while others exchanged worried glances, trying to process the shocking revelation. But among the group, three faces remained unshaken—her father, Advik, and Uncle. They seemed to have anticipated this moment, their expressions calm and unreadable. Dmitry, however, stood apart, his gaze steady and cold, completely unfazed by his secret being exposed. It was as if he had expected this all along, and the truth, now out in the open, didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest.

He was pacing around with his hands resting on his hips.

Lakshi, glaring at Pavel, He walked over to Dmitry's side. She made tight fists with her hands, and then turned to hold Geet, trying to comfort her.

Saras standing next to Ivan with a mixture of anger and tears in her eyes, she dropped her gaze. He had already positioned himself close to Dmitry, as if drawn by an invisible force.

"I can't live with this man, he’s a murderer! I can't!" Geet cried out, her breath coming in sharp gasps. Her voice trembled with fear and desperation. "But how could this be possible? Uncle, did you know?" Yamuna questioned, her voice laced with disbelief.

Her uncle sighed deeply, deliberately ignoring Yamuna's question. Geet, her tear-filled eyes slowly shifting to him, found him staring back at her with a cold, hard glare.

Her sobs intensified as her vision blurred. The hall seemed to spin, the bodies of those around her swirling in a disorienting dance. She reached out for her mother's hand but could barely hold on as she felt herself losing consciousness. Just as she was about to collapse, her sister caught her in time. "Geet!" her sister cried out in alarm.

Dmitry moved towards Geet, but Lakshi quickly stepped between them. "Stay away," she warned, pointing her finger at him. Dmitry scoffed, a smirk forming on his lips as he rolled his eyes, brushing off Lakshi's warning without a second thought. His gaze was cold, so cold that it sent shivers down the spines of those who dared to look into his eyes. He casually tossed the gun onto the floor, the loud clatter breaking the tense silence in the room.

His expression showed pure arrogance; he was a man who knew he had all the power, and he didn’t bother to hide it. His dark, calculating eyes held a dangerous glint, showing that he was completely unfazed by the chaos around him. Without any hesitation, Dmitry moved past Lakshi, his presence alone making everyone get out of his way.

When he reached Geet, he leaned down and easily picked her up in his arms. The way he held her was possessive, like she was something that belonged to him alone. His jaw clenched for a moment, and his eyes softened slightly as he looked at her unconscious face, but the softness quickly disappeared, replaced by that same cold look.