Shivangi and Chhaya sipped their coffee, chatting about college life. "Can't believe we're graduating soon," Chhaya said, her eyes sparkling. Shivangi nodded, feeling a mix of emotions. Excitement for the future, but also uncertainty. What lay ahead?
Just then, a group of students from their college walked in, led by none other than Dhruv Riddhesh Bhardwaj. Shivangi's heart skipped a beat as their eyes met. Dhruv flashed his
famous smile, and Shivangi felt a flutter in her chest. She quickly looked away, focusing on Chhaya's conversation. But fate had other plans. The group joined their table, and Shivangi found herself seated next to Dhruv. They exchanged small talk, but Shivangi sensed a connection. As the evening wore on,
the group decided to move to the Oberoi hotel for a farewell party. Shivangi hesitated, knowing her parents wouldn't approve, but Chhaya convinced her to come along. At the hotel, the music pulsed, and Shivangi let loose, dancing with her friends. Dhruv joined in, his eyes locked on hers. The air was electric. But unknown to them, someone had been watching them from the shadows, slipping something into their drinks.
As the night wore on, Shivangi started to feel dizzy and disoriented. She tried to shake off the feeling, but it only intensified. The last thing she remembered was someone's face close to hers, his lips on hers.The next morning, Shivangi woke up in a hotel room, her head pounding. She looked around, disoriented, and realized she was alone.But she had no idea whose room it was or how she got there. But something felt off. She had a nagging sense that something had happened, something she couldn't quite remember.Panic set in as she tried to remember the events of the
previous night. It wasn't until she saw the bruises on her body that the truth dawned on her. She had been drugged and taken advantage of. But by whom? She had no recollection of the person's face or any details.
She quickly got dressed and rushed out of the room, her heart racing. What had she done? She couldn't believe she had let things go so far.
As she reached her own room, she collapsed on the bed, her mind racing. What now? She couldn't remember who she was with or what had happened. Just then, her phone buzzed. It was Chhaya. "Hey, girl! How's it going?" Shivangi hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. "I don't know... I think I was drugged or
something. I don't remember what happened last night."
Chhaya's voice turned serious. "What? That's horrible! Do you think someone spiked your drink?" Shivangi nodded, even though Riya couldn't see her. "I don't know... I just know I don't
remember anything. And now I'm so scared. What if I did something stupid?" Chhaya's voice was calm and reassuring. "Don't worry, Shivangi. We'll figure this out. Let's try to
piece together what happened last night. Do you remember anything at all?" Shivangi thought hard, trying to remember even the smallest detail. But everything was a blur.THE INVESTIGATION
Shivangi was determined to get to the bottom of what happened the previous night. She couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off.
"Chhaya, I need your help," Shivangi said, her voice firm. "We need to figure out who drugged me and what happened last night." Chhaya nodded, her eyes serious. "I'm with you, Shivangi. Let's investigate." Together, they started asking questions, trying to piece together the events of the previous night. They talked to their friends, the hotel staff, and even the police. But every lead they followed seemed to end in a dead end. It was as if someone had carefully covered their tracks. Shivangi was getting frustrated. She knew she had to keep pushing forward, but it seemed like
every door she opened led to a brick wall. Just when she was about to give up, Chhaya came to her with a curious expression. "Shivangi, I
think I found something," she said.
Shivangi's heart raced. "What is it?"
Chhaya hesitated. "I'm not sure if it's relevant, but... I found a strange text message on your phone."
Shivangi's eyes widened. "What did it say?"
Chhaya's voice was barely above a whisper. "It said... 'You'll never remember'."
Shivangi's blood ran cold. Who could have sent that message? And what did they mean?
Shivangi's mind was racing. Who could have sent that message? And what did they mean by
"You'll never remember"?
She showed the message to Chhaya, who looked equally puzzled. "This is creepy," Chhaya
said. "It sounds like someone is trying to intimidate you."
Shivangi nodded. "But why? What do they want me to forget?"
Chhaya's eyes narrowed. "Maybe it's related to what happened last night. Maybe someone is trying to cover their tracks."
Shivangi's eyes widened. "You think someone is trying to silence me?"
Chhaya nodded. "It's possible. We need to be careful."
Shivangi's heart was racing. She couldn't believe what was happening. She was just a college student, not some detective in a movie.
But she was determined to get to the bottom of this. She was going to find out who sent that message and what they wanted her to forget.
"Let's investigate," Shivangi said, her voice firm.
Chhaya nodded. "Let's do it."
Together, they started digging deeper, following every lead, every clue. They were determined to uncover the truth, no matter what it took.
As they dug deeper, they realized that the truth was more complicated than they had ever imagined. It involved secrets, lies, and betrayal.
Shivangi's life was about to change forever.
Shivangi and Chhaya's investigation led them to a dead end. Despite their best efforts, they couldn't find any leads on who sent the mysterious message.
"I don't get it," Shivangi said, frustration etched on her face. "We've talked to everyone, checked
every phone record... it's like the message came from thin air."
Chhaya sighed. "Maybe we're overthinking this. Maybe it was just a prank."
Shivangi shook her head. "I don't think so. The message was too specific. 'You'll never remember'... it's like they're trying to tell me something."
Chhaya put a hand on her friend's shoulder. "We've done all we can, Shivangi. Maybe it's time
to just let it go."
Shivangi hesitated, then nodded. "You're right. We can't keep obsessing over this. We have to move on."
But as they walked away from the investigation, Shivangi couldn't shake off the feeling that they
were missing something. The message still lingered in her mind, haunting her.
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Twin Hearts: One Night, Two Souls
Romance"In the vibrant city of Mumbai, 19-year-old Shivangi's voice is her passion, but her parents insist she pursue business administration at the prestigious Indian Institute of Management. Meanwhile, Dhruv, the charming son of a well-known businessman...