Hearts Entwined

CHAPTER 26

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Vikram's POV

Uff, kitna enjoy kar rahe hain na sab, I thought, bitterness curling in my chest.

Ohoh, Ekansh, dekh toh—dono meri used ki hui dolls se kitna pyaar karta hai na tu? My gaze darkened as I watched them, the anger simmering just below the surface. 

Dekho ab, isi pyaar ko kya tabahi banunga tere liye, aur naachunga teri dolls ko apni ungliyon pe, I muttered to myself, a twisted grin forming on my lips. 

The sight of them enjoying the event, especially her—my jaan-e-jigar—despite the nerve-chilling gift I sent, shocked me.

But it didn't matter. No issue. It's just a facade, I thought, my pulse quickening with a dark excitement. I love seeing vulnerable people trying to act strong. It makes me want to break them down to their core, I whispered internally, relishing the thoughts of what was to come.

Here I come, I told myself, knowing full well that the storm I was about to unleash would be unlike anything they'd ever seen.

Ishita's POV

As Ansh went off to discuss something with Arjun Bhaiya, I found myself being gently dragged by Bhabhi and Chavi toward the dinner table. The atmosphere was light and warm, filled with the scent of delicious food and the soft hum of conversations. But just as we were about to sit down, my phone buzzed in my pocket. Glancing at the caller ID, I quickly excused myself, saying it was a call from the hospital.

"Hello," I answered in a low voice, making sure no one could overhear.

"Phuch gaya na Ekansh ka gift?" I asked urgently, my heart racing. A simple "hmm" was the only response I got, but it was enough to make me sigh in relief. Before I could say anything else, the person on the other end spoke up.

"You know na it's risky to enter the Chaudhary mansion without Ekansh Vir Chaudhary knowing? It can cost our lives," the voice carried a hint of worry.

"Ohh, don't worry, I know every corner of this mansion's blind spots. Aaj bhi yahan tak pahuch gaye na," I replied in a hushed tone, trying to reassure them.

"Chalo, I'm going. Don't ruin the leftover plan, okay? Bye," I quickly cut the call, slipping the phone back into my pocket as I composed myself. Taking a deep breath, I walked back toward the dining area, putting on a calm facade to join everyone else.

As I approached the table, Bhavya Aunty swiftly caught my hand before I could pass her. I looked at her with a smile, masking any trace of the conversation I just had.

"Achi dikh rahi ho Yuvraj ke dilayi hui engagement dress mein," Bhavya Aunty commented with a bitter smile. "Lekin why this drama of looking pure when you're a rotten apple from inside?" Her words were laced with malice, clearly hinting that she knew something about my past. But I didn't flinch or let any expression slip, giving her no satisfaction.

Instead, I calmly loosened her grip on my wrist and stood tall, showcasing my full 5'5" height. (And no, I'm not wearing heels—just comfy crocs underneath my long lehenga. 5'5" is tall enough, especially when standing in front of 5-foot Bhavya Aunty, aka Sasu Ji.)