𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐈 𝐎𝐰𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 | 𝟏𝟖+ (#Duet1)

𝟓𝟖. 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐫

THIRD PERSON

Next Morning -

The terrace of the mansion was deserted, except for Armaan, who stood by the railing, sipping his coffee.
The morning breeze ruffled his hair, and the rising sun cast a golden hue on his chiseled features.
He wore a black shirt, the buttons undone, exposing his toned chest.

The quietude of the morning was suddenly interrupted by a voice from behind.

"What are you planning to do, Mallik?"

Armaan didn't turn around. He took another sip of his coffee, savoring the bitterness.

"The same thing you couldn't do so far, Thakur." he replied. His voice was calm but laced with a challenge.

Abhay stood a few feet away, his posture rigid with tension. Armaan finally turned to face him, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

"Amazing, Thakur! One man has wreaked so much havoc in your life, and you remain silent." Armaan mocked him.

Abhay's eyes darkened with a mix of anger and frustration. He remained silent for a moment, gathering his thoughts.

"No! I'm not silent. In fact, I harbor even more hatred than you, and the day it comes out, everything will burn."

Armaan's smirk widened into a grin. He leaned casually against the railing, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"Then bring that day quickly. Otherwise, your brother was saved yesterday, but it won't happen every time. You have only 2 days, just 2 days. Either bring out the truth of him, or on the third day, I'll throw his corpse at your feet."

The venom in Armaan's voice was unmistakable.
As he turned to leave, Abhay's hand shot out, gripping his shoulder with surprising strength.

"You won't do that" Abhay's voice was low but dangerous.

They both locked gazes with each other.

"I can do anything, Thakur." Armaan said with his steady and unyielding voice.

Abhay tightened his grip.

"You know it, that we can't kill him." His voice was rising, the tension between them was palpable.

"Only until he didn't drag My lady into all this. But now, I won't let him even lay a finger on her. Mark my words Thakur, just two days. After that, I'm taking Ayesha away from here, but only after killing your bastard brother." Armaan declared. His eyes were blazing with determination.

The words had barely left his mouth when Abhay grabbed Armaan's collar, yanking him close.

A wall had indeed risen between Abhay and Armaan.

"Don't you dare, Armaan Mallik." Abhay growled, his teeth clenched in rage.

Armaan glanced down at the hand clutching his collar, then met Abhay's furious gaze.

"Don't talk to me about 'dare', Thakur. Because I can do things beyond your imagination." his voice was a dangerous whisper.

"If that's the case, then listen carefully. I won't let Ranjeet Thakur die until I know the whole truth. Even if I have to go against you." Abhay's declaration was met with a twisted smile from Armaan.

"Nice way to turn friendship into enmity." Armaan remarked, his tone mocking.

"You started it." Abhay shot back. His voice contained fury.

"Then why not let me end it too, with Ranjeet Thakur's death?" Armaan's eyes gleamed with a deadly resolve.

"Shut up. You know we can't do that." Abhay's shout echoed across the terrace.