Forbidden Mania | 18+

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𝑀𝒾𝓈𝒽𝓀𝒶'𝓈 𝒫𝑜𝓋~

I was curled up on the couch, hugging my knees, lost in my thoughts when my phone buzzed against the wooden surface of the table. The shrill ringtone echoed in the silence of my house, making me flinch.

An unknown number.

"Hello?" I hesitated before picking it up.

For a moment, there was only silence.

Then, a deep, rasping voice slithered through the speaker.

"You look beautiful when you sleep, Mishka."

My blood ran cold.

"Who is this?" My fingers tightened around the phone.

"Such a sweet voice… just like hers." A low chuckle sent a shiver down my spine.

"Like whose?" I swallowed, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Kaya." The voice hummed, as if amused by my fear.

My breath hitched. My mother's name.

The world around me blurred, and my heartbeat thundered in my ears.

"How do you know my mother?" I whispered.

Silence.

Then, the man chuckled again, this time darker, more sinister. "You’ll know soon enough, darling."

A sharp click, and the line went dead.

I stared at my phone, my hands trembling, my entire body ice-cold with dread.

Who the hell was that?

I sucked in a shaky breath, trying to calm myself, but the air felt too thick, suffocating. My mother… how did he know her? What did he mean by you’ll know soon enough?

A sudden thought slammed into me like a freight train.

Arsh's mother.

She was the only one cruel enough to use my mother’s name to torment me. After all, she already despised me.

My stomach twisted with fury and fear as I grabbed my bag and rushed out of the house.

I need answers.

And I'm going to get them.
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The grand doors of the Malhotra mansion loomed before me, but I didn't feel the usual nervousness that came with stepping into Arsh's house.

The two bodyguard somehow let me enter without any fuss as if they already know me. Strange. If I were in a good mood I would've blushed over this but...

Tonight, all I'm feeling is rage.

I pushed open the heavy wooden doors and stormed inside.

The servants gasped at my sudden entry, but I didn't stop. My steps were fast, furious, purposeful. My heart was pounding in my ears, my hands clenched into fists.

Then, I saw her.

Arsh's mother, Suman Malhotra.

She was sitting elegantly on the velvet couch, sipping her tea as if she hadn't just ruined my life the day before.

She barely glanced at me before placing her cup down. "You're trespassing."

I ignored her. "How dare you?"