Sejal walked into the mansion, still wearing the clothes from last night , shorts and a sleeveless top that showed the marks of her night with Aarav.
Her bag hung loosely from her shoulder, and she looked tired but didn’t care to change.
As soon as she entered, her eyes landed on the person she hated most, Vikram. He was pacing in frustration, still wearing the shirt from the day before.
The shirt was slightly wrinkled, and the top buttons were undone, showing a bit of his chest.
Even though he looked tired and serious, he still had a strong, manly presence. But to Sejal, his looks didn’t matter. She despised him with all her heart.
Her hate began when she found out Vikram had something to do with her mother’s death.
Shortly after that, her father’s secretary, Arjun, also died.
With no place to go, Vikram moved into their house, and from that moment, Sejal’s relationship with her father started to crumble.
Her father admired Vikram so much that he even gave him the position of CEO in his company. While Vikram was hardworking and suited for the job, that didn’t matter to Sejal.
To her, he was the person who caused her mother’s death, and she couldn’t forgive him.
The situation got worse when Sejal argued with her father about Vikram, and he ended up slapping her for talking badly about him.
After that, Sejal started going out, drinking, and partying. Her father, however, made things even harder by putting Vikram in charge of looking after her.
Despite all the cruel things Sejal said to him, Vikram stayed calm.
Anyone else in his place would have left, but he remained in the mansion, just like Sejal.
Even though she wanted to leave, something kept her tied to the house, and to the painful memories it held.
Sensing her presence, Vikram turned and saw Sejal walking in, her irritation clear on her face. He asked firmly, "Where have you been?" but she was already too annoyed to respond. Without saying a word, she tried to walk past him.
In a swift move, he reached out and grabbed her hand to stop her. Within a second, she yanked her hand back with force, as if his touch disgusted her. "What the hell are you doing? How dare you touch me!" she shouted, glaring at him.
Vikram closed his eyes for a brief moment, taking in her anger, then opened them and said calmly, "When I ask you something, you answer." His voice was stern but composed. "If something happens to you, what should I tell others? This isn’t how you behave."
As he spoke, his eyes fell on her neck, noticing the unmistakable mark, a hickey. It was clear what she had been up to, and where she had been.
Sejal noticed his gaze. "Oh, now you want to know where I was?" she snapped. Her voice was sharp, dripping with sarcasm. "I was with my boyfriend. And guess what?"
"I had a wonderful night," she whispered to him with a smirk, her words deliberately cruel as she leaned in closer, letting her taunt sink in.
She shoved him out of her way and walked to her room, ignoring him just like she always did, leaving Vikram standing there, his expression unreadable.
It's been three months since that night. Sejal was walking down the stairs, her thoughts swirling as she made her way to the door.
Just as she reached out to open it, a wave of dizziness washed over her. Everything around her blurred, and before she could take another step, her body gave in, and she collapsed.
