Ayra has secretly adored Aarush, The famous singer, ever since their paths first crossed in their college. But fate had other plans as Aarush was madly in love with her sister, Myra. However, destiny took an unexpected twist when Aarush found himsel...
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The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on Ayra and Aarush. They lay entwined, their bodies still connected even in sleep, their breath synchronized, rising and falling in harmony. Ayra's head rested on Aarush's chest, her hair spilling across his skin. Aarush's arm was wrapped around her, his hand gently resting on her hip, his fingers lightly brushing her skin. Their legs were tangled together, their bodies fitting perfectly. The sheets were slightly rumpled, evidence of the passion that had consumed them the night before.
The peaceful moment was interrupted by the shrill ring of Aarush's phone. He stirred, his eyes fluttering open, his hand reaching for his phone. "Yes, Mr. Khanna," he said, his voice thick with sleep. A brief conversation ensued, Aarush's tone growing tense as he listened intently. "I'm coming... wait," he said, his voice tight with concern.
Ayra pretended to be asleep while Aarush took the phone call, but her mind was filled with curiosity and worry. She listened intently, her eyes narrowing as she processed the tension in his voice.
With hurried movements, he disentangled himself from Ayra's embrace, he quickly dressed, his movements efficient, his eyes focused on the task at hand. He walked out of the room, his steps purposeful, his mind racing with the implications of the call.
As soon as he left the room, Ayra came into action, her heart pounding with anticipation. She quickly wrapped herself in the bedsheet, her eyes scanning the room for the laptop.
With swift movements, she located the device and sat down .Her fingers flew across the keyboard with purpose as she entered the password- "4739," she murmured, recalling the moment he had whispered it in her ear. As the laptop obediently unlocked, she took a deep breath and inserted the pendrive. Her hands trembled as if struck by a sudden chill, and with a click, she opened the video file, her eyes widening with anticipation.
The video began to play, the grainy footage revealing, A study room, dimly lit, exuded an air of secrecy and power, the guards standing sentinel-like around the table where David and Devraj faced off. an argument between Devraj Parihar, Aarush's father, and David Fernandez. The scene was tense, their voices raised, their bodies rigid with anger. Ayra's eyes widened as she recognized the men, her mind racing to make sense of the confrontation. She leaned forward, her breath catching as she strained to hear their words.
David's eyes glinted with a dangerous light, his voice carrying a menacing edge. "You cannot back out like that, Devraj. We decided to build this company together. I need your expertise, your connections." His eyes bore into Devraj's, his gaze unwavering.
Devraj's stance was firm, his voice steady. "Yes, David, we did decide to build this company. But I cannot be a partner in your crimes. I will not loot innocent people, fill my home with ill-gotten gains. It's ridiculously wrong, and I won't be a part of it." His words were passionate, his body language conveying his unwavering stance.
