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The Shekhawat mansion felt like a tomb, cold and silent after Shivaay’s departure. Anya stood frozen, her heart thudding as if it was trying to escape her chest. She’d just seen the man she thought she’d never face again—the one who’d been a memory she clung to and the man she thought was dead. He is back out of nowhere and the fact that he will come again, sent a chill down her spine.
The man who was too eager to marry her before now cancelled the marriage, the ring is out of her hand somewhere tossed and broken by Shivaay but there's not even a single scratch on her delicate soft fingers.
In the tense silence, Dev entered the mansion again, seeing here and there, probably trying to find something fidgeted, adjusting his jacket with a nervous shake in his hand. She could see he was rattled, but as she looked around, she caught her father’s hard gaze, burning with a fury that threatened to erupt.
Vikram stepped toward Dev, his voice low but sharp, a warning in every syllable. “Care to explain what just happened, Dev? You were the one who was to eager to marry my daughter, you came to me with the proposal and now after everything done you just said no to Shivaay...why?"
Dev swallowed hard, his voice shaky. “Uncle, I can't fight Shivaay....he is not someone with whome anyone can fight.....with just a snap of his fingers...blink of his eyes he can destroy me...my business, my family, everything.”
He took a slow breath, his eyes flickering to Anya before he continued.
“He is Shivaay Singh Rathore after all....he says Anya is his...so he will take her by hook or crook.”
Dev was saying all that but she.....she couldn't compose herself to the fact that shivaay is alive...he came to her and will come back again. Dev's word were just making it worse for her, she didn't wanted to think about him at all but she can't help.
'How can he be alive was all that thing true? No, please say it's just a dream, it couldn't be real. He was gone, lost to a fire that had burned away every hope she'd once had.' Anya murmured to herself
“Not only that,” Dev went on, his voice growing quieter, as though he didn’t want to speak the truth out loud. “Shivaay is one of the the world's most powerful mafia and a businessman"
Anya’s head spun, memories flooding back—the soft look in Shivaay’s eyes when he’d smiled at her, the warmth of his hand holding hers. How could he have turned into this ruthless man Dev was describing?
"He must be lying....yes dev is lying...how can....shivaay...be a mafia...but I just saw him...he was looking different." Anya thought to herself trying to compose herself
Vikram’s fists clenched, his knuckles white as he barely contained his rage. “So he came back from out of nowhere....and is a business tycoon and mafia?”
He spat out the words, his voice venomous. “Why now, after all those years? Anya I told you before this man wasn't good "
Suddenly, Vikram’s phone buzzed, piercing the silence with its harsh chime. As he glanced at it, his expression twisted, and Anya could see fear in his eyes—a sight she’d never imagined. “No...” he muttered under his breath, his face paling as he read the screen.
"Open the news now" Vikram spoke
Amita opened the television and then took the remote she pressed numbers on the remote and opened the news.
BREAKING NEWS: The Dead Returns – Shivaay Singh Rathore, Thought to Be Deceased, Emerges as a Powerful Mafia Kingpin and Business Tycoon
The headline blazed across the screen like a warning, every word digging into Anya’s chest. Her heart ached, remembering the boy she’d loved—the boy she thought she’d lost forever. The article talked about Shivaay’s rise, his dominance in the business world, his power that now seemed to extend everywhere. The Shivaay she’d loved, who had once been her entire world, had become someone she could no longer recognize.
Her gaze drifted down to her hand, her fingers trembling. That’s when she noticed it, hidden among the intricate swirls of her mehndi —His name. Shivaay. It was there, instead of Devs name as if mocking her, a silent reminder of a past she could never escape.
A wave of panic surged through her, and she tried to rub it away, her fingers frantic. But the name remained, stubbornly etched into her skin, refusing to fade.
“No....” she whispered, her voice choked with desperation as she moved to the sink, her hands shaking as she splashed cold water over her mehndi. She scrubbed harder, her nails digging into her skin, her breaths growing ragged. “Please, come off... Please....” she whispered, her voice breaking.
But the letters held fast, mocking her with every rub. Shivaay. She felt as if he were there, lingering on her skin, in her mind, in her life—a bond that wouldn’t break no matter how hard she tried.
Behind her, Vikram’s voice cut through the silence. “Anya, enough!”
He stepped toward her, his voice gentler now, though laced with frustration. “Its just mehndi. It'll fade with time.”
He hesitated, and for a moment, a flicker of guilt crossed his face. “Forget about him. Forget that he ever came here just like in the past you did....he has no place in your life...he never did.”
Anya looked up, meeting her father’s gaze, but his words felt hollow. She couldn’t forget. Not after seeing Shivaay—this new Shivaay—again. The promise he’d made hung heavy in her mind, chilling her to the core.
Her throat tightened, and she turned away from her father, staring down at her hand, feeling trapped in a nightmare she couldn’t escape. But somewhere she knew she loves this nightmare. She was beginning to realize that Shivaay was more than just a shadow from her past—he was her future, one she had no power to refuse.
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