(Book 1 of The SILVER CIRCLE series)
Title: The Veiled Hearts: a quiet lethal love
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Yash, Ishaan, Vivaan, and Reyansh began their descent down the grand staircase, instantly commanding the attention of every guest in the room. All eyes turned toward the four men who moved like kings, their presence exuding power and dominance. Their bond, forged since childhood, was a force no amount of money or influence could break. Everyone knew of their tight-knit friendship, but no one could ever imagine that these four including Aarav were the masterminds behind one of the most feared mafia organizations-the Silver Circle.
As the media scrambled to capture their rare appearance together, the air buzzed with camera flashes and whispers. Vanya, drawn by the commotion, turned her head to see what was happening. Her gaze landed on the four men posing for the cameras, their images already destined to grace the covers of magazines by morning.
She tried to catch a glimpse of Yash's face, but the sea of flashing lights made it impossible. All she could make out was his slicked-back hair-so meticulously styled, unlike the usual loose strands that fell effortlessly over his forehead, giving him that laid-back yet commanding presence. Her eyes lingered for a moment, trying to see more, but the crowd and distance between them made it futile.
Vanya's thoughts shifted as she turned away, a cold realization settling over her. Despite standing just twenty paces away, it might as well have been a world apart. The space between them wasn't just physical-it was a glaring reminder of where he stood in society, and where she was left in the shadows.
She glanced down at her disguised bodyguard uniform, the weight of her resentment heavy in her chest. She thought people like Singhania's threw lavish parties without a care, oblivious to the struggles of those who fought to survive in a world that never gave them a break. While thry enjoyed the luxury of wealth and power, people like her had to fight for every scrap, every step forward. And in this single evening of decadence, more money had been spent than she could ever dream of seeing in a lifetime.
Vanya clenched her fists, her resolve hardening. She knew where she came from-and she knew what she needed to do for her justice.
As the photographing session wrapped up, Yash, Ishaan, Vivaan, and Reyansh began making their way toward Savitriji, Anita, Neelam, Subhash and the other guests. Vanya, standing near the buffet with her back turned, purposely avoided looking in Yash's direction. She knew all too well the effect his presence had on her, no matter how much she reminded herself of the gap between their worlds.
Yash, on his way to greet everyone else, found his gaze shifting toward Vanya's back. He hadn't meant to stare, but there was something about her presence that held him. It was as if he was waiting for her to turn around, to see him in this different light, in this carefully crafted version of himself totally different from regular attire.
Reyansh noticed first, nudging Yash and murmuring, "Look straight, Romeo." Vivaan followed Yash's line of sight, noticing how Vanya was positioned so Yash could only see her back. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Vivaan called out a waiter saying , "Call that bodyguard who is standing near the buffet wearing turban over to us?"
Yash shot Vivaan a look of anger and disbelief, his eyes darkening as if silently questioning why he would do that. But Vivaan ignored it, his grin widening. Reyansh and Ishaan chuckled softly, fully enjoying the situation as Yash muttered under his breath, "Why are you doing this?"
Vivaan only smiled and replied, "You'll find out soon enough."
A waiter approached Vanya and quietly said, "Sir is calling you." Confused, Vanya was unable to understand which sir,she gestured, asking,- "Which Sir? "The waiter pointed towards where Yash, Ishaan, Reyansh, and Vivaan stood beside the Singhania's family.
At first, Vanya's eyes landed on everyone, but her attention quickly shifted to the man standing with bright aura-none other than Yash. He was dressed in a crisp white suit with a black bowtie, and for the first time, Vanya's heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. There was something different about him tonight-the glow on his face, the perfectly styled hair, and the confidence in his gaze. His smile, effortlessly charming, made her cheeks flush, even though they were surrounded by hundreds of people and miles of invisible distance between them.
Despite her best efforts to keep her feelings buried, she couldn't help the sudden rush of emotions. Yash, without even trying, had a way of making her feel things she wasn't ready to confront.
As Vanya slowly made her way towards the group, tension crept up her spine with every step. Her mind raced, recalling his friends playful yet unpredictable nature from the last time they met. But what troubled her even more was Yash's presence, standing there in his refined white suit, his gaze never leaving her as she approached.
With each step, she felt the weight of his eyes on her, a silent force pulling her in, making it impossible to ignore him. Ishaan, Reyansh, and Vivaan noticed it too-the way Yash's gaze softened, yet stayed fixated on Vanya, as if he was seeing her in a way none of them had ever expected.
