☆Clash of Souls: Reunited Book one of Twisted Souls series ☆( part-1)
This book is divided into two parts
And this one is part -1
𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈 𝐁𝐇𝐀𝐓 × 𝐕𝐘𝐀𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐑𝐀
What if childhood friends, now bitter rivals, are forced into an arranged...
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DRITI:
When I reached my room. I mean Vyaan's, I paused for a moment at the door. The space was distinctly his, with a blend of elegance and personal touches that spoke to his tastes.
Stepping inside, I took in the surroundings, noting the subtle decor and the organized chaos of a room that was both functional and personal. I moved to the wardrobe to pick out something more comfortable, preparing to change from the saree into something more relaxed for the rest of the day.
I opened my phone to check for any messages from my family. Scrolling through the notifications, I looked for updates, words of encouragement, or any news from home. The familiar comfort of their messages provided a brief escape from the current setting, offering a connection to my life outside the new and complex environment I was navigating.
Among the messages, I found a mix of well-wishes and updates from relatives and cousins. Some messages were filled with cheerful greetings and congratulations, while others provided updates on family news and events.
I took a moment to read through each message, feeling a sense of warmth from the familiar words and the support they offered. It was comforting to be reminded of my connections back home, even as I adjusted to my new life.
Suddenly, an unfamiliar number caught my eye. I hesitated for a moment before opening the message, curiosity and caution mingling as I wondered who it could be. The text might hold important information or simply be a random message, but either way, it was worth checking.
The message read, "I told you, little butterfly, not to let him touch you."
My heart skipped a beat as I stared at the text. The tone was unsettling and the reference to "little butterfly" was eerie, evoking a sense of unease. It was clear this message was meant for me, but the sender's identity and intent were both alarming and unclear. I felt a chill run down my spine, and my mind raced with questions about who could have sent this and what their motives might be.
Realization hit me like a cold wave-it was the same person who had been haunting my thoughts since yesterday. The message only deepened my sense of unease, connecting this unsettling communication to the events that had transpired.
I felt a surge of anxiety, the sender's intent becoming even more ominous as it seemed to reference Vyaan and my interactions. My mind raced to understand why this person was reaching out and what they wanted from me.
I quickly blocked the number, feeling a sense of urgency to cut off any further communication from this unsettling sender. As I did so, a mix of relief and lingering anxiety settled over me. Blocking the number was a necessary step to regain some control, but the unsettling nature of the message still weighed heavily on my mind.
I headed downstairs to find Riya, hoping to reconnect with her and perhaps share the unsettling message I'd received. The house felt quieter as I made my way down, and I started looking for Riya, calling out gently, "Riya, where are you?"
