Chapter 23

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Her vision blurred, colors swirling into darkness as she crumpled to the floor, the last thing she heard being the muffled cries of her parents. The world around her faded away, leaving her vulnerable and unconscious in the shadows of the abandoned building.

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Natasha's eyes shot open, her breath ragged as the screams of the little girl echoed in her mind, growing louder and more unbearable by the second. The same scream that had haunted her dreams for years. Her heart pounded violently against her ribcage as she instinctively tried to move her hands, but they wouldn’t budge. Her wrists were bound tightly, the ropes cutting painfully into her skin.

She blinked several times, disoriented, her eyes darting around the dimly lit room. Where was she? Panic rose in her chest when she realized she was no longer in the old building where her parents had been held captive. This place was different—colder, emptier, with shadows creeping along the walls. It reeked of decay and neglect, the kind of place that harbored dark secrets. Her pulse quickened, fear gripping her as she scanned the room, hoping to see her parents. But they were nowhere to be found.

She tugged harder against the restraints, biting back a cry of frustration. Her muscles strained, but the ropes held firm. The terror of the unknown gnawed at her, her mind racing with questions. How had she ended up here? What had happened?

And then she heard it—the voice that made her blood run cold.

"Looking for me?" The voice was deep, calm, and dripping with malice.

Natasha’s head snapped in the direction of the voice, her breath catching in her throat. Subhash, the man she had believed to be her father for most of her life, stood in the corner of the room, his arms crossed over his chest, a twisted smirk playing on his lips. He stepped forward slowly, his shoes echoing against the cold concrete floor with every step.

Her heart skipped a beat. How was this possible? Just moments ago, he had been tied up, just like her. She had seen him, bound to a chair, helpless. But now, here he was, standing in front of her, completely free. Her mind struggled to make sense of it all.

"Y-you..." Natasha's voice trembled as she struggled to comprehend what was happening. "How…?"

Subhash leaned closer, his face mere inches from hers, and smiled darkly. "Did you really think you could outsmart me? It was my plan all along, Natasha." His voice was low, mocking, filled with a cruelty that made her stomach churn.

Her heart sank as the realization hit her like a punch to the gut. This had been his plan. Everything she had done, every step she had taken, had been orchestrated by him. But how? How did he know about her being in the Singhania Palace?

"Where is Maa?" Natasha demanded, trying to mask the fear in her voice. She couldn’t let him see her panic. She couldn’t afford to show any weakness.

Subhash straightened, still wearing that twisted smirk. "Oh, my poor daughter," he mocked, his voice oozing with cruelty. "Still so concerned for her, are you?"

And then another voice, familiar yet completely different, pierced the air.

"Looking for me?"

Natasha’s blood froze in her veins. Her eyes widened in shock as her mother, Sita, stepped into the light. There she was—alive, unscathed, standing in front of her without a single injury. But there was something terrifyingly different about her. Gone was the gentle, nurturing woman Natasha had known. Instead, her mother’s face was twisted with hatred, her eyes filled with a fury that sent chills down Natasha’s spine.

"M-maa?" Natasha’s voice faltered, barely audible as she looked at the woman who had raised her.

Sita’s eyes burned with anger as she glared at Natasha. "Who is your Maa?" she hissed, her voice low and venomous. "Don’t you ever call me that again."

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