SHIVANSH RAJVANSH
PART 1
In shadows deep, a heart so bright,
With laughter shared, a guiding light.
Unseen chains of fate would bind,
A love so pure, yet undefined.
He wore a smile, a gentle guise,
Hiding secrets beneath the skies.
A bond so strong...
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Ruhi paced the length of the study, her mind racing as Shivansh’s confession replayed in her head. Each step felt heavier than the last, the weight of their truths pressing down on her.
“You made a deal with Vikram?” she asked again, her voice louder this time, sharp with incredulity. “After everything I’ve done to protect you, you handed yourself to him?”
Shivansh exhaled, his patience fraying. “I didn’t hand myself to him, Ruhi. I was trying to stay ahead of him. Vikram’s been watching us for years, pulling strings neither of us could see. I thought if I played his game, I could buy us time.”
“Time?” Ruhi stopped, her eyes flashing with anger. “Time for what, Shivansh? For him to slowly dismantle everything we’ve built?”
He leaned forward, his hands braced against the desk. “Don’t act like you’ve been innocent in all of this. You lied to me about everything—your company, your past, even who you are! And now you’re angry because I tried to protect you?”
Ruhi’s lips trembled, but she refused to back down. “I lied because I didn’t want you caught in my mess. I didn’t want you to see the blood on my hands.”
“Well, congratulations,” Shivansh said bitterly, pushing off the desk. “Now we’re both neck-deep in it.”
The room fell into silence, the tension crackling like a storm about to break.
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Vikram’s office was a stark contrast to the chaos brewing between Ruhi and Shivansh. The sleek furniture, the muted lighting, and the faint hum of the city outside painted an atmosphere of control.
He leaned over his desk, his sharp eyes fixed on the live feed of the couple’s argument. “Ah, the cracks are starting to show,” he said, his voice laced with amusement.
An operative entered the room, placing a file in front of him. “Sir, the team is stationed outside their property. Your orders?”
Vikram smirked, his fingers drumming against the desk. “No action yet. Let them stew a little longer. A couple like them… they’ll destroy themselves if we give them the right push.”
