𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
What happens when
𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐑𝐀 - the girl who mastered the art of being unseen,
stitched together with silence and scar tissue,
haunted by the ruins of love and friendsh...
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I was born with a silver spoon, and when I grew up, a diamond spoon was forcefully shoved into my mouth, leaving cuts that time could never heal.
My better half and I had anything but a normal upbringing, but we tried—and proved to the world—that we are still normal.
Rich people's problems, like getting randomly kidnapped and tortured to blackmail our older sibling, were nothing new to us.
But only to us.
So the moment I checked Angel's phone location out of habit and saw it heading toward the city instead, a brutal twist of dread clenched inside me.
Something in my gut screamed that something was wrong.
My hands shook as I immediately called Raghuveer Bhaiya, only to have my worst fears confirmed—the unease in my chest wasn't just paranoia.
It was real.
Raghu Bhaiya and I quickly discussed the location, and he firmly insisted on driving me there, taking charge of the situation. I notified Yashwardhan Bhaiya, who was in town.
He assured me he'd send security to follow our car and have the Jadeja Estates opened, since Vedika Di was out of town and I didn't want her to panic when she's returning.
We pulled up to the Jadeja estate sometime before dawn. The massive iron gates groaned open as Raghuveer bhaiya steered us through, the tires crunching over gravel.
The estate loomed ahead—towering marble pillars, flawlessly trimmed gardens—but the air was thick, weighted with a tension that all the luxury in the world couldn't smooth over.
"Easy," I said as I helped Eve and Armani out, then headed to the other side to help Myra.
She looked the most exhausted of the three. "Myra," I said softly. She nodded and took my hand.
We entered the Estates building, which was under tight security. Myra's eyes widened at the sight of the gunmen, and her grip on my bicep tightened with every step.
"Go change, all of you," I said as we stepped into the mansion, pointing toward the guest room while Eve guided Armani.
"Evyaan... I need to call my family. They must be sick with worry," Myra's voice cracked, her chin trembling as tears pooled in her eyes.
I cupped her face, forcing her to look at me.
"Angel, breathe. I already sent the message. Your brother and some drivers are on their way. You're safe now — I've got you."
She shuddered and collapsed into my chest, her arms curling around my waist.
"It's hitting me now... harder... after we survived it," she whispered, her breath hitching. I felt her tears soaking into my shirt, each one like a knife to my chest.
