#1st Book in 'Tangled Series.'
Revenge and Love, I was tangled between both of these. Once I loved but that love took everything from me, it destroyed me inside out. At that time, Revenge was my only hope. I decided Vengeance would be my endgame. I...
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I looked straight into the eyes of the man who was sitting before me.
He sat there, a striking figure etched against the backdrop of the dimly lit room. Tall and muscular, he exuded a strange kind of confidence that instantly drew attention. It wasn’t just his stature; it was the way he carried himself, a subtle but undeniable power that radiated from him and enveloped those around him.
His aura felt dark, almost enigmatic, as his sharp features caught the light in a way that was both captivating and intimidating. The fabric of his jacket stretched taut against his flexing muscles, hinting at the strength that lay beneath, yet he didn’t possess the handsomeness that my husband so effortlessly embodied.
“Can we trust you in this? Who knows you're sent by that Red Marvel for tricking us?” I asked, leaning back in my chair without taking my eyes from him.
“No. You can count on me, I'm not his man. I just want to offer you a helping hand if you need it.” He said confidently.
“But why do you help us? What is the gain you get from helping us?” I asked him.
“Because I want to destroy the Network of Red Marvel.” He said and I saw determination in his eyes.
“But why? You’re a member of organ trafficking itself, you’re also kind of… a Red Marvel.” I said, to get more into him.
“I'm not. I'm not an organ trafficker.” He said, his voice straining in anger.
“You’re not. Chris, what is this?” I looked at Chris in confusion.
“I don't know, Riti.” Chris shrugged.
“I just created a fake identity of being an organ trafficker because I know one day someone like you will ask for help to destroy that Red Marvel. Because of him I lost the most important person in my life, my everything.” He said, his fist clenching.
“Okay. But Mr. Miller, why did you even tell the truth to me even though we had only barely known each other for one hour?” I asked him.
“Because I trust you, Dhriti.” He said, leaning forward.
“Excuse me, did you call her by name?” Aarush's voice came from behind.
“Aarush?” I turned around, from his face I could understand that my husband is little jealous.
“Who is this guy?” Miller asked.
“Me?” Aarush asked, pointing his finger at himself before wrapping his hand around my waist.
“I'm her husband. Aarush Malhotra.” Aarush said with a little pride.
“Oh, I see. I'm Arian Miller.” Miller introduced himself to Aarush. Aarush nodded his head.
“Right. And what exactly do you want from my wife?” Aarush asked.
“I want nothing from her. I only want to help take down the Red Marvel. Trust me when I say, I have my reasons.” Arian said, maintaining his composure.
