Author's POV:-
The night wore a shroud of terrifying silence, a hush so profound it felt like the world held its breath. Within the vast, opulent mansion, everyone slept, or so it seemed. Rhea was tucked away in her room, blissfully unaware, lost to the peaceful oblivion of slumber. But deep in the cold, unforgiving belly of the house, in the basement, Rehaan was far from rest, engaged in a chilling talk with Advik.
Advik, bound and bruised, his eyes blazing with a mixture of disgust and disbelief, looked at Rehaan. "Mujhe pata tha tum neeche gir sakte ho, Par itna?"
("I knew you could stoop low, but this low?")
Rehaan, leaning against a damp concrete wall, let out a soft, theatrical sigh, a smirk playing on his lips. He mimed a hurt expression, placing a hand over his heart. "Arre... itni nafrat?"
("Ah, buddy, so much hate?")
He straightened, a glint of dark amusement in his eyes. "Waise bhi, kisi ko kaise pata chalega woh kitna neeche jaa sakta hai unless he actually jumps?"
("And anyway, how does anyone really know how low 'low' is?")
He chuckled, a dry, unsettling sound that echoed in the confined space, a laugh born of absolute control and a total lack of remorse.
"Rehaan Oberoi," Advik's voice was a calm, steady counterpoint to Rehaan's theatrics, laced with a steel that only deepened Rehaan's grin.
"Dekho toh... haath-pair bandhe hue hai, phir bhi attitude full."Rehaan mused, truly enjoying the spectacle of Advik's defiance.
("Look at him, hands and feet bound, yet still so much arrogance,")
"Tumhe pata hai... main Rhea ka saath kyu de raha hoon?"he asked, his tone deceptively casual.
("What do you think, why am I helping Rhea?")
"Revenge," Advik stated, his gaze unwavering.
"On whom? You?" Rehaan scoffed, a fresh wave of laughter bubbling up, more mocking than before.
"Her," Advik uttered, and the laughter died in Rehaan's throat, abruptly, as if choked. He exhaled slowly, the phantom sound of his own mirth still hanging in the air, and turned to face Advik fully, the playfulness draining from his face to reveal something colder, harder.
"Tumhara male ego hurt kiya tha usne. Isliye piche pade ho." Advik pressed on, seeing the flicker in Rehaan's eyes, honing in on the perceived wound.
("She hurt your male ego, didn't she? That's why you're after her?")
"Usne reject kiya tha tumhe........ First person to reject Rehaan Oberoi."
At Advik's words, a subtle tremor ran through Rehaan. The name "Rehaan Oberoi" usually brought a thrill of power, but coupled with "rejected," it felt like a discordant note in his carefully composed symphony of dominance. He pushed off the wall, the sound of his expensive shoes on the concrete floor unnaturally loud, and started towards the basement door, his back to Advik, his face unreadable.
"Tabhi uske boyfriend ka murder kiya tha na tumne?"
("That's why you murdered her boyfriend, didn't you?")
The words, sharp as shards of glass, struck Rehaan in the back. His hand, already reaching for the door handle, froze. He stood there, rigid, for what felt like an eternity, the silence pressing in on him, heavier than before. Then, without a backward glance, he pushed the handle down and stepped out of the basement, leaving Advik alone in the oppressive darkness.
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Whisper in the Night
Mystery / Thriller#BOOK 1 A stranger hands Kaira an old diary. A message calls her to a place she's never heard of. And one night changes everything. Secrets rise. Identities blur. People she trusts begin to look like strangers. Kaira thought her past was gone- but s...
