𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞: 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓

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Vencie POV:

Six months passed by in a blink, and everything fell back into place.

During this time, Arjun learned one thing clearly is that his Rooh would never change. She remained the same possessive, stubborn brat when it came to him, but that was no longer a problem.

Well we all know, Arjun, being the whipped man he was for her, just loved this side of hers as well. Everything was fine between them, though neither had confessed their feelings to each other yet.

Still, they clearly understood what the other felt, and that was enough for them. Their eyes spoke to each other's souls, and that was more than enough.

Aravindh was happier than ever, seeing his kids living peacefully.

However, one thing had been bothering Arjun for the past two months is a stalker. Arjun had been receiving strange parcels containing pictures of Aaru, all marked with red ink. Honestly, it creeped him out.

He had tried his best to find the source, but whoever was behind it was smart, always staying one step ahead. And now, that was exactly what was happening.

"I DON'T FUCKING CARE HOW OR WHAT YOU WILL DO, DHRUV, FIND THAT PERSON AT ANY COST!" Arjun's voice boomed through his office.

Dhruv sighed, knowing his boss's temper all too well. He himself was pissed because it had been two fucking months since this started, and they had gotten nowhere with the case.

With Harsh gone, the Golden Three had become two, and they felt the absence deeply. Harsh was usually the one who gathered information for this type of missions, his sharp mind and keen senses invaluable in situations like this. Krish and Dhruv were definitely missing him now.

Arjun had come to his office today in a happy mood actually. His baby had pecked on his lips before he left, something she had been doing quite often lately, and it always made his day.

But his happiness vanished the moment he saw the familiar parcel on his desk. His heart pounded in his chest as he opened it, his breath hitching when he saw the contents.

Inside was a photo of him and Aaru, caught sharing a sweet peck on the lips. But there was something else—a big, red cross slashed across the photo. Fury coursed through his veins, his hands trembling as he threw the box across the room.

Arjun's thoughts raced wildly. How dare someone invade their privacy like this? Who was this stalker, and what did they want?

The red cross on the photo made his blood boil. It felt like a threat—a warning. His mind filled with a thousand terrifying scenarios of what could happen to Aaru. He couldn't let anything happen to her.

No, he wouldn't let anything happen to her.

The thought of someone watching them, of someone knowing their every move, filled him with a sense of dread and a deep, burning anger. His protective instincts surged to the surface.

He needed to find this person. He needed to protect Aaru at any cost. Failure was not an option.

Aaru, meanwhile, was blissfully unaware of what was happening. Arjun had strictly warned everyone not to tell her. He knew her too well, she would not take this lightly.

She would want to confront whoever was behind this herself, putting herself in even more danger.

Even Aravindh knew this and shared Arjun's concerns. He was deeply worried but chose to stay calm, trusting that Arjun would handle the situation.

Arjun could see the worry in the elder's eyes every time he looked at Aaru, but he kept his silence, relying on Arjun's promise to keep her safe.

Dhruv called Harsh, knowing he was the only one who could help them in this situation. Though he didn't want to disturb him, this was an emergency.