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The morning sun poured into the room through the partially drawn curtains, casting long golden streaks across the luxurious interior of Shivaay's private chambers. Aadhisha sat on the edge of the bed, her posture stiff and her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The events of the past few days were a whirlwind in her mind, and Shivaay's relentless gaze-piercing and demanding-was not helping.

Shivaay leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed over his broad chest. He was watching her, studying every subtle shift in her body language as though she were a puzzle he was determined to solve. The air between them was thick with tension, a charged silence that neither of them seemed willing to break.

Finally, Aadhisha exhaled sharply and turned to face him. "You don't trust me," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her.

Shivaay tilted his head slightly, a humorless smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Can you blame me?"

She flinched but held his gaze. "You think you know everything," she said softly, almost accusingly. "You think I've done all of this to destroy you, to undermine you. But you're wrong."

"Am I?" he asked, pushing off the doorframe and stepping closer. His movements were deliberate, his presence overwhelming. "Then tell me, Aadhisha. Tell me why you've lied, manipulated, and tampered with evidence. Tell me what you're really after."

Aadhisha's throat tightened. She looked away, her azure eyes clouded with emotion. "You wouldn't understand."

"Try me," he challenged, his voice low and dangerous. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "I'm done with your half-truths and evasions. I want answers."

She swallowed hard, the weight of his demand pressing down on her. "It wasn't supposed to be like this," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't plan for any of this."

Shivaay's eyes narrowed. "Then what did you plan, CZarina?" he asked, his tone sharp as a blade.

She winced at the name, the reminder of the persona she had hidden behind for so long. "I wanted answers," she said, her voice trembling with frustration. "The Jammu base... the Bangus Valley... it was all connected. I was chasing leads, trying to find the mastermind behind the mafia dealings. That's all I wanted."

Shivaay stared at her, his expression unreadable. "And you thought lying to me, stealing from me, was the best way to do that or more, the best way I destroyed?"

"I didn't have a choice!" she snapped, her voice rising. "You think everything is black and white, Shivaay, but it's not. I needed access, information-things I couldn't get any other way."

He shook his head, his jaw tightening. "You could have come to me."

She laughed bitterly. "And said what? 'Hi, Shivaay, I'm here to investigate your connections and find a criminal mastermind'? Do you even hear yourself?"

His eyes flashed with anger, but he said nothing. The silence between them stretched, heavy, and suffocating.

Aadhisha stood, her frustration boiling over. "You think I enjoy this?" she asked, her voice breaking. "You think I want to be trapped in this game of lies and manipulation? I don't. But the truth doesn't matter in a world where everyone has their own version of it."

Shivaay took a step closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over her. "Then tell me your truth," he said, his voice softer now but no less intense. "Give me something real, Adhisha. Because right now, I don't know if I can believe anything you say."

She looked up at him, her azure eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "There is no truth," she said, her voice cracking. "Not anymore. There's just survival."

His heart clenched at her words, at the raw vulnerability she was finally allowing him to see. For a moment, he hesitated, his own walls threatening to crumble. But then he remembered the lies, the betrayals, the web of deception she had spun around him.

"And survival means betraying the one person who could have helped you?" he asked, his tone laced with bitterness.

Her shoulders sagged, and she looked away. "I didn't mean to betray you," she said quietly. "But I couldn't let you get in the way."

Shivaay let out a harsh laugh, the sound devoid of humor. "In the way of what, Aadhisha? Justice? Revenge? Or is it something else?"

She didn't answer, and the silence spoke volumes. Shivaay took a step back, his expression hardening. "You're good at this," he said coldly. "At playing the victim, at twisting the truth to suit your needs. But I'm not falling for it anymore."

Aadhisha flinched at his words, the sting of his accusation cutting deep. "I'm not playing anything," she said, her voice barely audible. "I'm just trying to make things right."

"And yet everything you do seems to make it worse," he shot back.

The room fell silent again, the tension between them palpable. Aadhisha turned away, her hands trembling as she fought to regain her composure. She didn't know what to say, how to make him understand. All she knew was that she couldn't afford to lose herself in this battle-not when the stakes were so high.

Shivaay watched her, his anger simmering beneath the surface. But beneath the anger was something else, something he couldn't ignore. Despite everything, he was still drawn to her, still consumed by the need to unravel the mystery that was Aadhisha.

Finally, he let out a long breath, his voice softening. "You're right," he said quietly. "The truth doesn't matter in a world full of lies. But it matters to me."

Aadhisha turned to face him, her eyes searching his for any sign of understanding. "And what if my truth isn't enough?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Shivaay stepped closer, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. "Then I'll make it enough," he said, his voice filled with a quiet determination.

Her breath hitched at his words, at the intensity in his gaze. For a moment, she allowed herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, he meant it.

But the moment was fleeting, and reality came crashing back. She stepped back, her walls slamming into place once more. "You don't understand," she said, her voice tinged with regret. "And you never will."

Shivaay watched her retreat, his heart aching in a way he didn't want to acknowledge. But he didn't stop her. Not yet.

Because he knew this battle was far from over. And he wasn't about to let her slip away again.

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