The quiet of Indrani’s room was shattered by a sudden, sharp knock at the door.
It was firm yet hesitant, as though the person on the other side was grappling with a storm of their own.
She stiffened in her chair, her heart lurching in her chest.
She turned her head slowly toward the door.
Her mind racing.
For a fleeting moment, she thought it might be her family, urging her to join Aarav in the 'Mandap' .
But something in the weight of that knock—the urgency, the desperation—told her otherwise.
Another knock, this time softer, almost pleading.
With trembling hands, Indrani pushed herself up from the chair, her cascading wedding dress swaying like a ghost around her feet.
The room seemed to hold its breath as she approached the door, her fingers hesitating over the handle.
She opened it.
As she lift up her head..
Her eyes widened by seeing who's infront...
She was stunned....
And there he stood.
Anuruddha Dashyant..
Right infront of her...
He was a shadow of the man she once knew—disheveled, unkempt, and utterly devastated.
His usually sharp suit was wrinkled and undone..
His hair, always meticulously styled, now fell messily over his forehead.
His dark eyes, once filled with cold confidence, now bore a haunting desperation.
Indrani’s breath caught in her throat.
The memories she had spent years burying came crashing back, raw and unrelenting.
“Inn,” he whispered.
His voice cracked and trembling, as though saying her name alone required all his strength.
She clenched the door handle..
Her knuckles white against the polished wood.
Her heart screamed at her to slam the door shut..
but her body betrayed her, frozen in place.
“What are you doing here, Anuruddha?” Her voice was low and sharp, each word dripping with restrained anger.
“I... I had to see you,” he stammered.
His gaze darting from her eyes to her trembling hands.
“Please... let me in. Just for a moment.”
Her eyes narrowed.
Her fury barely contained.
“You shouldn’t be here. Do you know what today is?”
He flinched, as if her words had physically struck him.
“I know,” he admitted.
His voice hoarse.
“I know you’re getting married. That’s why I came.”
Her chest tightened.
A wave of pain washing over her.
His presence, so close yet so far, stirred feelings she thought she had buried deep within her.
She took a step back, her grip on the door faltering.
“Go away, Anuruddha,” she said, though her voice lacked the conviction she intended.
Her eyes tearing up already.
“You’ve done enough damage. I don’t think you shall be here, not today , And never.. ”
“I can’t leave,” he said, his voice breaking.
“Not without saying what I came to say.”
Her eyes locked onto his.
Searching for the man she once knew.
But all she saw was a broken shell, a shadow of the arrogant, manipulative man who had once controlled her world.
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Playfully Ruined
Fantasy"Playfully Ruined - Played by him, Ruined by her" is a thrilling tale of obsession, manipulation, dark romance, dignity, and mysteries. Anuruddha Dashwant, a wealthy businessman, finds himself ensnared in a dangerously alluring game when he meets I...
