The Veiled Hearts

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Yash and Aarav stood fuming with anger. Before Yash could react, Aarav lunged forward, gripping Aman's collar. "You really think we believe whatever you spew? I'll dig your grave under my bed," he spat.

Aman met Aarav's fury with a cheeky smile. "Move your hands away, young man. Your name means 'calm,' yet you act in the opposite manner." He seized Aarav's wrist and pushed it down from his collar. "Your car's here. Let's go to Yash's office! And please tell the rest of the Silver Circle kids to join us. You kindergarten school children need a good whiplash."

After saying this, Aman brushed past Aarav and tapped Yash on the shoulder, a provocative gesture, before settling into Yash's car. Yash and Aarav exchanged furious glares at Aman's audacity. Rather than escalate things further in front of their house, Yash quickly dialed Reyansh.

📳Rinnnggggggg... Ringgggggggg 📳

📞Reyansh:"Yeah, say!"

📞Yash:"Bring Ishaan and Vivaan with you to my office,"

📞Reyansh:"What happened? Is everything okay?"

📞Yash:"The asshole is sitting in my car, demanding to see the whole Circle under one roof."

📞Reyansh:"Don't do anything in anger! Control Aarav. We're on our way."

------Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep--------

The call disconnected, leaving Yash and Aarav to exchange heavy sighs.

"I'll sit in front. If I sit in the back, I might just slit his throat with a pen," Aarav declared, his determination clear.

Yash unbuttoned his coat in frustration. "You at least need a pen; I don't trust my hands."

They climbed into the car, Aarav taking the passenger seat beside the driver, while Yash and Aman settled in the back. Aman hummed a carefree tune, gazing out the window as if nothing was amiss. Meanwhile, Yash and Aarav seethed, their anger simmering as they watched Aman, fully aware of the threat he posed to their Silver Circle identity.