𝑬𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆

14♡

The dimly lit abandoned warehouse was cold and eerily silent, save for the occasional creak of rusted metal and the shuffling of feet as men moved around with calculated precision. A tall figure, dressed in a crisp black suit, stood in the shadows, overseeing the activity. His voice, sharp and authoritative, sliced through the air.

"Report," he commanded, his tone brooking no argument.

One of the men stepped forward nervously. "Sir, Niya ma'am called earlier. She instructed us to... kill someone. She said she would provide the details soon."

The man in the suit froze, his sharp eyes narrowing. "What did you just say?"

The man swallowed hard and repeated, "Sir, she told us to kill someone. I said okay and told her to share the details."

The figure in the suit stepped closer, his presence looming. "And with whose permission did you agree to this? Do you not know the Sharma family already gave us clear instructions? We were tasked with eliminating Dhairya Sharma's own daughter, Anaya, and her husband, Abhimaan. And now, you're taking orders from Niya?"

The man stammered, "But sir, Niya ma'am sounded insistent..."

The man in the suit's voice rose, filled with venom. "Oh, so now Niya is your boss? You'll listen to her over me? Have you lost your mind?"

Before the man could respond, another entered the scene, clutching a phone. "Sir, Niya ma'am has shared the details. It's the same girl-Anaya Sharma. She's transferred 20 crores as payment."

The room fell silent as the weight of the revelation sank in.

"Sab iss ladki ke piche pare hain," one of the men muttered under his breath. "Never mind. Let's finish the job. If we fail, Dhairya Sharma won't spare us."

The leader sneered. "Fine. But understand this-any mistakes, and it won't just be Dhairya you'll answer to."

---

Niya Raichand lounged in her opulent room, her feet submerged in warm water as she indulged in a luxurious pedicure. Despite the storm she had stirred, her mind remained fixated on her own vanity and wealth.

Her peace was disrupted by a loud knock at the door. Irritated, she rolled her eyes and muttered, "Ugh, now who's this bastard interrupting me? Pedicure wait a minute!" She reluctantly removed her feet from the bucket and padded to the door, opening it with a forced smile.

"Hello, husband," she purred, seeing Abhimaan standing outside.

His eyes burned with anger. "Don't you dare call me that with your filthy mouth," he growled. "And what did you tell Anaya? That I'm yours? How dare you?"

Niya smirked, unfazed. "So? Did I lie? Isn't it true, Abhimaan? You belong to me, not that bi-"

Abhimaan's hand shot up, silencing her. "Complete that word, Niya, and I swear you'll regret it. Let me make one thing clear-I married Anaya. Not the other way around. So stay in your limits, and get out of my house!"

Niya's smirk faltered as Abhimaan stormed away, leaving her seething in silence.

---

Meanwhile, Anaya stared at her empty suitcase, groaning in frustration. "Oh god, now what? My periods had to start today, of all days. And of course, no sanitary pads. Great."

She tried ordering online, but her app displayed the dreaded message: Not delivering in your route. She sighed, muttering to herself. "Should I ask Niya? No way. She's crazy. But I have no choice."

Reluctantly, Anaya knocked on Niya's door.

Niya opened it, an eyebrow raised. "You again? What now?"

Anaya hesitated but mustered her courage. "Um... do you have an extra sanitary pad?"

Niya blinked in surprise before laughing mockingly. "Seriously? You live in this big mansion and don't even have that? What happened to all the riches?"

Anaya flushed but kept her composure. "Do you have one or not?"

Niya rolled her eyes. "Fine. I'm not that heartless. Here." She tossed the pad at Anaya, smirking. "Good luck surviving here, though. I doubt you'll last long."

Anaya ignored the taunt and walked away. Niya chuckled to herself. "Yeh ladki toh gayi."

---

Abhimaan arrived at the warehouse, his car screeching to a halt. His men greeted him with apprehension, sensing his foul mood.

"Where's the traitor?" Abhimaan demanded.

The men brought forth a bruised and battered man, but Abhimaan's eyes narrowed in suspicion. After a few sharp questions, it became clear the man wasn't the one he was looking for.

"Useless," Abhimaan muttered, storming out.

---

Back in his car, Abhimaan's phone buzzed with a notification. Curious, he opened it and saw a message Anaya had sent hours ago. It was a Pinterest board titled To Buy.

His lips curved into a small smile as he scrolled through the items-kitchen tools, decorative plants, and... a few romantic gifts.

"Is she planning something?" he murmured, feeling a warmth spread through him.
Then he reached his office and order his men to bring those things .

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At the same time, Niya sat in her room, her fingers flying across her phone. She smirked as she sent a final message to her hired team. "This time, there's no escape. Anaya Sharma will pay for stealing what's mine."

Little did she know, her web of lies and schemes was about to unravel. Abhimaan was determined to protect his wife at all costs, and the storm brewing would leave no one unscathed.

......

After finishing his work, Abhimaan returned home carrying several gifts. As he entered the mansion, he noticed Niya driving off in his car and muttered under his breath, "Bloody idiot." He stepped inside and saw Shalini heading out as well but chose to ignore her, walking straight upstairs.

Shalini, observing the gifts in his hands, muttered to herself, "Who are all these gifts for? Obviously, that girl. God help us do something to her," before stepping outside.

In his room, Abhimaan found anaya asleep. He carefully placed the gifts inside her wardrobe, intending to surprise her later. However, the sound of movement woke Anaya and she turned to see him.

"Oh, you're back. When did you get home?" she asked, sitting up.

"About ten minutes ago. What about you?" he replied.

"Yeah, I was resting because of the pain," she admitted, brushing her hair back.

"Pain? What happened? Are you okay?" he asked, his tone shifting to concern.

"It's nothing, just period cramps. Don't worry about it," she said casually before heading toward her wardrobe. "I woke up because I wanted to change into my pajamas."

Abhimaan sighed in relief but then smirked, knowing she was about to discover the gifts. A moment later, he heard anaya scream from the wardrobe. Startled, he frowned and rushed over to her.

Inside, he found anaya crying and smiling at the same time, holding the gifts he had hidden.

"Hey, are you okay? What happened?" he asked, concerned.

"You did this, didn't you?" she asked, tears of joy streaming down her face.

"Yes... didn't you like it?" he asked hesitantly.

"I loved it! Thank you so much. I love you!" she exclaimed, pulling him into a tight hug.

Abhimaan froze, momentarily stunned by her sudden display of affection, as his heart raced.

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