Unravelled Love || ✔️

♡CHAPTER 52♡

I slipped into the garments that Adhrit had provided and let out a sigh of relief.

"How thoughtful of that old man to give us such lovely dresses," one girl remarked.

"Were you with him last night?" another inquired, and I nodded cautiously.

"He didn't, you know, do anything to you, did he?" a woman asked, prompting a light laugh from me.
Who even asks those kinds of questions?

"Sana!" Tara called as she approached me.

"Were you with Adhrit yesterday?" she whispered so only I could catch it.

"Yes," I replied, nudging her playfully.

"But you should be the one filling me in. What happened?" I prompted, and she turned a shade of crimson.

"Not much. Those people drugged them, which is why he kept his distance," she explained, and I nodded in understanding.

"It was the same for me; Adhrit did likewise. But then things took an unexpected turn," I shared, lost in thought, a blush rising to my cheeks.

"Oh, I experienced the same," she said, mirroring my reaction.

"So, they are gentlemen," Gina chimed in, eyeing us.
"And they have feelings for both of you. You could see it in their faces. But why did they have to choose girls five years younger?" she questioned with an exasperated sigh.

Tara and I exchanged worried glances, noticing the dark circles under her eyes that signalled she was utterly exhausted.

"Are you alright?" I inquired.

"No, I don't have a partner like you two do, and I've never had a father or anyone who truly cares for me," she responded with a heavy sigh, her gaze dropping to the ground.

"You've got us," Tara reassured her as she settled down next to her.

"We'll always be here for you, right, Sana?" I affirmed with a nod.

"I never thought I'd find myself in this position, but I'm grateful for your friendship. I genuinely need it," she said, offering a smile that quickly transformed into tears streaming down her cheeks.

We surrounded her with comfort; she had certainly endured so much.

According to Adhrit's assurance, it seemed unlikely any customers would come in today, which was a relief. However, I couldn't shake the discomfort of having Alok and Mr. Bakshi lingering about.

We gathered around, feeling somewhat aimless; others whispered amongst themselves while Tara engaged in conversation with Gina and Tanya curled up for a nap.

Out of nowhere, the large door creaked open, and Mr. Bakshi rushed in, scanning the room for someone.

"Sana?" he called out, but I remained silent.

He searched until his eyes met mine, and he marched over, looking furious as he gripped my wrist and yanked me up.

"Where are you taking me?" I demanded, earning a fierce glare from him.

"Be quiet and come with me," he ordered, dragging me along despite my best efforts to resist; his grip was unyielding.

He hauled me into an elevator and pressed the button for the top floor.

"Let me go! Please!" I pleaded as I fought against his hold.

"Where are we going?" I demanded, to which he let out a derisive laugh.

"You seem perfectly alright after spending the night with a stranger, and an older one at that," he replied, his gaze filled with a mix of disappointment and pain.
"I asked you to choose me, to marry me. But it seems my words fell on deaf ears."