#1st Book in 'Tangled Series.'
Revenge and Love, I was tangled between both of these. Once I loved but that love took everything from me, it destroyed me inside out. At that time, Revenge was my only hope. I decided Vengeance would be my endgame. I...
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Everything was a game.
The pain is real but the reason was a game.
I am really very upset with Aarush only because he hide things from that he is a gangster and not because he tortured Daksh or whatever the fuck Daksh had told me. I didn't believe what Daksh had said. I know Aarush's love for me is true. But I just want to act because Daksh is planning something so I am just playing along, making him think that his plan is a success.
Hurting Aarush was never in my intentions, yet it feels like a necessary evil in this twisted game. I know that to ensnare Daksh in the trap he has set for me, I must feign discontent with Aarush. Unfortunately, sharing this with Aarush would mean losing my advantage; he would become overprotective, smothering me with attention in the hopes of shielding me. For now, maintaining this façade is critical, as it allows me to remain one step ahead in a game where the stakes are my emotional survival.
Sitting alone in my villa, the silence is heavy. My brother had come to check on me, demanding to know why I’m isolating myself here. When I brought up the accusations against Aarush, I was caught off guard by his unwavering faith in him. It felt like a weight had been lifted, and for a brief moment, I felt a surge of relief knowing that at least one person trusts him. Yet, that relief is fleeting as I think of the game I’m playing.
This game I’m trapped in is unbearably painful, particularly for Aarush. His relentless messages still ring on my phone, pleading for understanding, for forgiveness, and for my return. Each notification pricks at my heart, igniting the urge to reach out, but I resist. I cannot jeopardize this plan. As painful as it is, my sole focus is to take down that Red Marvel, and I’ll use Daksh’s own moves against him to get what I need. The stakes are high, and in this game, there can only be one victor.
And nowadays, an unsettling sensation clings to me like a second skin; I can feel someone is constantly watching my every move. It’s not Aarush, of that I’m certain. No, it’s Daksh, lurking in the shadows with an agenda that sends chills down my spine. I have a nagging suspicion about what he’s planning—he wants to take me away, away from this place, away from Aarush, away from everyone who genuinely cares for me. His destination? Red Marvel, the very name that stirs both intrigue and dread within me. I’ve made a calculated decision; I will let him take me there because that is the only path I see to catch the elusive Red Marvel. I've already communicated my intentions to Chris, which took immense patience on my part—one, persuading him not to inform Aarush or my brother, and two, to allow me to proceed with this reckless plan. I know the danger I’m inviting into my life, yet the stakes are too high. I have to take down Red Marvel, and I must do it at any cost.
Just when I thought I could center my chaotic thoughts, my phone rang, jolting me back to reality. The name “Ishaan” flashed across the screen, and my heart sunk as I answered.
