BOOK 1 OF THE UNEXPECTED SERIES
In a world where tradition clashes with modernity, Vaidehi is a modern-day princess bound by society's rigid expectations.
Saransh, a brooding prince with a shadowed past, one he's not keen to reveal. Despite his nobl...
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I woke to the sound of hushed voices, my brothers' murmuring slicing through the early morning silence.
"Should we wake her up?" Yuvaan whispered.
"Just pick her up and take her to your room. I'll deal with this mess," Bhai replied, his tone firm.
Blinking groggily, I tried to process what they were saying, my mind still sluggish with sleep. I shifted slightly, about to speak, when Yuvaan suddenly moved toward me, his hand pressing lightly but firmly over my mouth. His expression was tense.
"Shh," he whispered urgently, his wide eyes darting toward the bathroom.
Confused, I glanced at Bhai, hoping for an explanation, but all I got in return was a serious, almost wary look. He leaned in, his voice barely above a breath. "I think there's someone in your bathroom."
Every ounce of sleep vanished from my body in an instant. My heart pounded against my ribs as I took in the scene—the grim determination in my brothers' eyes, the way they stood poised for action. Then I noticed it.
They were both gripping weapons. Yuvaan had a bat. Bhai held a hockey stick.
Adrenaline surged through me. My breath caught as I nodded slowly, understanding the unspoken warning. Yuvaan's hand remained over my mouth, ensuring I stayed silent, while my mind raced with terrifying possibilities.
The tension in the room thickened as we edged toward the bathroom door. Yuvaan's grip tightened on the bat. Bhai adjusted his hold on the hockey stick. Every creak of the floorboard beneath us felt deafening.
Then, a soft click.
The lock turned.
We froze.
The door swung open.
And out stepped—
Saransh.
Drying his hands on a towel.
"AHHH!"
My brothers yelled in unison, their weapons raised, ready to swing.
Saransh's eyes widened in sheer terror. He stumbled back against the doorframe, a startled scream escaping his lips. For a split second, time stretched painfully slow. Bhai and Yuvaan were mid-swing, their instincts poised for attack.
Then—recognition hit.
Their movements halted.
Their expressions morphed from battle-ready to absolutely dumbfounded.
I blinked. Oh, shit. I had completely forgotten Saransh was here.
Bhai's grip on the hockey stick remained tight, his jaw clenched. His sharp gaze flickered between me and Saransh. Yuvaan looked just as bewildered, his bat still partially raised.
