#2 in The Shaktawat Sisters | Completed
Avantika Kanwar Shaktawat x Garv Singh Chauhan
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He falls for her when his best friend mentions her name during his final year of college life. He was unaware how she looks and how she speaks until he met...
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My drowsy eyes goggled out of the jeep’s window. Another case dusted away beneath the power of the influential class.
I would never label myself an honest officer because, in my view, honesty gets you nowhere. Honesty was never the best policy. Some might disagree with it, but some bitter experiences taught me that not every situation should be dealt with honesty, kindness, and, most importantly, blind trust.
Sometimes, it’s alright to adapt to dirt to deal with certain humans who deserve it.
I unlocked my phone with my fingerprint and headed towards the GPS tracker connected to my husband’s phone. I had installed and registered the same without his knowledge because, in my absence, I couldn’t afford to risk his security solely by depending on his bodyguards.
The location pointed to Nyx Resorts, and the duration lasted more than an hour. What was he doing there? A few hours back, he had his contract renewal meeting at the branch office.
I planned to call his manager but the warning echoed in my mind – to keep an eye on them. I headed towards the contact list. I dialled his cousin’s number and waited for him to answer.
“Avan-”
“Hello Anubhav, check your chat.” I cut the call. I couldn’t afford to talk openly in front of my team.
How far is Nyx Resorts?
Anubhav: 20 minutes via bike
Go there. Find out what Garv is doing there.
Anubhav: Okay!
Locking my phone, I tapped my foot nervously. Each minute dragged like an hour. I called Garv twice, but he didn’t answer. Anxiety contorted in my chest. I hope he was fine. Maybe he was attending an event, as a last-minute invite.
I scrolled through his social media account. I was met with disappointment after noticing his last story was posted ten hours ago and his last post was dated two days back. I went through his closest contacts’ accounts, hoping to find any clue that could discredit the unwanted thoughts.
Suddenly, the fright voices broke the silence and the van jerked, rounding a curve swiftly. I clutched my hands onto the seatbelt. Mayank Sir shouted from the front seat but the words were unclear. The terrifying thought of foreseen events flashed in my mind. I don’t want to die.
