Forbidden Mania | 18+

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The shrill ringing of my phone cut through the silence of my room, making me jolt. I frowned, placing my book aside and reaching for my phone. My heart nearly stopped when I saw the name flashing on the screen.

Mrs. Malhotra.

Why was she calling me? After everything she had said, after the humiliation, the hatred, the cruel words. I had no reason to hear from her again.

A part of me wanted to ignore it, to let it ring until it went to voicemail, but something held me back.

A deep, unsettling feeling crept into my chest as I hesitantly swiped to answer.

"Hello?" My voice was cautious, guarded.

"We need to talk." Came her voice, sharp and impatient, yet laced with something else. urgency?

I gripped the phone tighter. "I don’t think we have anything left to say to each other."

"This isn"t about what happened before." She snapped. "It's important. Meet me at the Blackwood Café in an hour."

I let out a humorless laugh. "You expect me to just walk into a trap after everything you've done?"

She sighed heavily, her voice lowering. "Believe me, Mishka, if I wanted to ruin you, I wouldn't need a meeting for that. But this is bigger than you, bigger than Arsh. You need to hear me out."

A strange chill ran down my spine. What was she talking about?

"If it's really that important, you can tell me over the phone." I challenged.

"No." She said firmly. "This has to be in person."

I hesitated, my instincts screaming at me not to trust her. But there was something in her tone, a crack in her usual arrogance, that made my stomach twist uncomfortably. Was she actually serious?

Was this really important?

I exhaled slowly. "Fine. One hour. But if you try anything-"

"I won't." She interrupted. "Just come."

And with that, the line went dead.

I stared at my phone, my pulse erratic. This could be a mistake. A big mistake. But something is telling me to go.

I sat there, gripping my phone tightly, my mind in chaos. Should I tell Arsh?

The answer should have been simple, of course, I should. After everything that had happened, after the threat call, after his mother's cruel words, I should be running straight to him. But something held me back.

I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply.

If I told Arsh, he wouldn't let me go alone. He would storm in, take over, and confront his mother in a way that would escalate things further. And then what? Another argument, another battle where I'd just stand there, letting him fight for me like I couldn't handle myself?

I don't want that.

I don't want to be the girl who always ran to him, always needed saving. I am not weak, and I don't want to look pathetic in his eyes. I loved him, but I couldn't let my entire existence revolve around his protection.

I had to handle this on my own.

Still, a part of me hesitated. What if this was a trap? What if she had planned something worse?