*RADHIKA ROY*
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"That Radhika may have let her Krishna go but I will never let my krishna leave me."
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In Krish, Radhika saw not just a handsome stranger but a kindred spirit, someone who challenged her to dream bigger, to live more freely. And in...
When she reached the huge doors of mansion anxiety crosses her heart the doors opened and her childhood flashed back.. she drives forward and at the main door she saw Jahan already there waiting for her on his sexy bike in his sexy look.
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That cute peronality of his was far to be seen all the tatoos were visible today after a long time and were screaming death. He took off his helmet and gave a smirk to Rhea which she return back and both made their way inside.
They entered the mansion, greeted by the soft glow of chandeliers that seemed almost too bright for the somber occasion. The house was eerily quiet, the usual clamor of staff and activity replaced by a heavy, oppressive silence. Radhika's heart raced, but she pushed the feeling aside, focusing on the task at hand.
She and Jahan made their way to her father's study. The door was slightly ajar, and as they approached, Radhika could hear muffled voices. She took a deep breath and pushed the door open, revealing a room filled with concerned faces—doctors, guards, and her mother, looking worn and anxious. Her Mother engulfed her in a warm hug and whispered a little "Miss you".
Rhea: "I missed you too maa."
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There were tears in her maa's eyes. Meera Roy was the calming presence in the storm that was the Roy household. Unlike her husband, Devraj Roy, whose very name inspired fear, Meera was known for her gentle spirit and unwavering support. She was the heart of the family, embodying grace, compassion, and an inner strength that often went unnoticed amidst the shadow of her husband's empire.
Meera's strength lay in her quiet resilience. She was never one to raise her voice or demand attention, yet her influence on those around her was profound. It was Meera who had instilled in Radhika the values of kindness and empathy, even as she navigated the ruthless training of her father. And now, as the family faced its darkest hour, it was Meera's voice that had reached out to Radhika, calling her back to the place she had once fled, knowing that her daughter was their last hope.
Her father lay in a large leather chair by the window, his usually imposing figure diminished by the illness. His face was pallid, and the once-powerful eyes were now clouded with pain and exhaustion. He looked up as the door opened, his gaze settling on Radhika with a mix of surprise and apprehension.
