Wild Falcon Desire

Fragile Trust

A few days had passed since the storm between them had quieted. Keyan couldn't take the distance any longer; the misunderstandings between him and Sanna weighed heavily on his heart. He had to see her, to explain everything in person.

As he stood at her doorstep, his heart pounded. Would she even listen? Would she forgive him?

Sanna opened the door, her expression unreadable. Her eyes, however, showed traces of the pain she had been carrying.

**"What are you doing here, Keyan?"** she asked, her tone flat.

Keyan cleared his throat, trying to steady himself. **"Sanna, I need to talk to you. We have to clear things up. Please, just hear me out."**

Sanna crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe, her eyes narrowing slightly. **"Talk? You think all of this can just be cleared up with a few words? You hurt me, Keyan. You lied to me."**

Keyan stepped closer, desperation in his voice. **"I didn't lie to you, Sanna. I never had anything with Mansi. She created that story. I swear."**

Sanna's gaze hardened. **"If that's true, then explain why you called her in the middle of the night, Keyan. What was so urgent that you needed to talk to her? And those pictures in the bar-what was the need for them? Were those fake too?"**

Keyan looked at her, his expression pleading. **"I know how it looks, but that call was a mistake. Mansi called me, and I picked up. I didn't even realize how late it was. As for the pictures, she manipulated the situation. Believe me, it was all her plan to make you think there was something between us, but there wasn't. I never had a past with her, Sanna. I only want you."**

Sanna shook her head, still skeptical. **"It's hard to believe, Keyan. Everything points to you being involved with her, and now you're telling me it was all made up? Why would she go through all that trouble if there was nothing between you two?"**

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**Keyan Calls Mansi**

Keyan ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. He knew words wouldn't be enough. **"I'll prove it to you right now. I'll call her."**

Without waiting for her response, Keyan pulled out his phone and dialed Mansi's number. After a few rings, she picked up.

**"Mansi, I need you to come over to Sanna's place right now. We need to talk. Don't ask questions, just come,"** Keyan said sternly, his voice low with anger.

Sanna watched him, her heart racing. Could Mansi really be behind all this?

Within half an hour, Mansi arrived. Her usually confident demeanor faltered as she saw the tension in Keyan's face. He wasted no time, turning to her as soon as she walked in.

**"Tell Sanna the truth,"** Keyan demanded, his voice sharp. **"About everything."**

Mansi shifted uncomfortably, glancing between Keyan and Sanna. She swallowed nervously. **"Keyan, I....."**

**"No excuses, Mansi,"** Keyan interrupted, his patience running thin. **"Tell her what you did. Tell her why you did it."**

Mansi's eyes filled with fear as she realized there was no escaping the truth. She looked at Sanna, guilt washing over her.

**"I... I made it all up,"** Mansi admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. **"I created the story because I love Keyan. I thought if you believed we had a past, maybe you'd leave him, and he'd come back to me. I just wanted him to myself. I'm sorry, Sanna. I never meant for it to get this far."**

Sanna stood there, stunned. Mansi's confession echoed in her ears. So, it was all a lie? A fabricated story because Mansi was in love with Keyan?

Even with the truth out, doubt still lingered in her heart. Could she really believe that there was nothing between Keyan and Mansi? After all, the evidence had seemed so damning.