Imp— I've only published half of the chapter compared to the stck. (85. 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲-𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 | 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐎𝐧𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬| 18+). Rest I'll upload on the next chapter. So, if anyone plans to purchase the next chapter, don't skip directly to it. Instead, purchase this chapter to maintain the balance. The remaining word count is substantial, so rest assured, your money won't be wasted.
PART - I
THIRD PERSON
Above, on the roof, stood a man in a moss-green Pathani suit, his face twisted in a cruel smirk of satisfaction as he orchestrated the cruelty of the waiters. The man, infamous for his brutality and lack of remorse, with no hint of humanity.
And He Was - Armaan Mallik.
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In Garden - Everyone stood frozen in shock, unable to comprehend what had just happened. The suddenness and horror of it all left them paralyzed.
Maya and Ayesha's eyes widened in disbelief. Ayesha stood rooted to the spot, while Maya rushed forward to find the two waiters still alive but in terrible condition. Blood seeped from their heads and legs, and their agonized groans made it clear their legs were broken.
Sharad came running out and, seeing the waiters' condition, was as shocked as everyone else.
"What? How did this happen?" Sharad asked, bewildered.
"I don't know. We were all focused here, and suddenly they fell from the roof!" Maya replied.
"From the roof?" Sharad looked up but... saw nothing.
Sharad immediately came into an action abd told security, "Guards. Go upstairs and see what happened and quickly take them to the hospital."
All the guards sprang into action and left with those waiters for hospital.
Just then...
Armaan arrived.
He looked at everyone psychotically and then said, "What happened here?"
"Two waiters fell from the roof." Sharad said, worried.
"So what? They've been taken to the hospital, right? They'll get taken care of there. But why has everything stopped here?" Armaan said, glancing at Ayesha, whose face had fallen.
Maya came over to Ayesha, trying to cheer her up, and said, "It's alright, little accidents happen. We'll find out later what happened to them, but let's continue with the function first. Hmm?"
"Absolutely, Maya is right." Sharad supported Maya.
Meanwhile, Armaan stood silently, his gaze locked onto Ayesha with a predatory intensity. Ayesha, feeling the weight of his stare, looked back with a mix of anxiety and curiosity.
