"Behind the mask of innocence lies a hunger for revenge, where power reigns supreme and secrets dictate the game."
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Ananya's light conceals dark shadows.
Secrets fester.
Revenge fuels.
Betrayal lingers.
Obsession rules.
What will Trayaksh do whe...
I know it's been a while, and I apologize for my long absence. A lot has been happening in my life, and I finally feel ready to share the reason with you all.
In just six months, I'm getting married.
I know, I know, you're probably as surprised as I am. The past few months have been a whirlwind. It all started with what I thought was a simple back injury from a fall, but it turned out my tailbone had actually turned inward. The recovery was long and difficult, and as I was finally healing, I got engaged. Everything has been a chaotic whirlwind ever since.
Please know that I haven't forgotten about you or the stories. I'm still dedicated to finishing it, even if it takes longer than the one-week turnaround I used to promise. I've been trying to find time to write as much as I can, and I'm confident that I will complete the story.
Thank you for your patience and support. I hope you'll stick with me through this new chapter of my life.
Now, let's get back to the chapter 🧡
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Here's Chapter 13!
Word Count : 5656
Target : 300🌟+ 120 Comments
Status : Unedited
Enjoy!(^_^)
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Arya Mahal, Official Residence of CM Civil Lines, New Delhi
The Black Badge Ghost rolled to a slow stop near the three-story mansion.
Trayaksh stepped out of his car, adjusting his cuffs with sharp, practiced precision. His gaze swept across the property, but the sprawling garden and impressive façade barely registered, his attention locking instantly on a familiar figure beneath the shade of a tree.
His eyes softened.
The weight of the day momentarily lifted from his shoulders.
With a quick wave of his hand, he signaled for his guards to take the gifts he'd brought for his wife inside. Then, straightening his posture, he strode toward the garden, his polished shoes crunching softly on the gravel path.
Ananya sat cross-legged in a lounge chair, fingers absently tracing the spine of a book.
She was getting bored indoors and decided to sit in the garden to read.The sunlight these days was not harsh, signaling the changing of weather as fall's arrival.
As Trayaksh drew closer to his wife, the expressions on her face became much clearer to him.
The shifting sunlight danced across Ananya's hair, painting it in hues of burnished gold, as if the very air conspired to make her look otherworldly. Her fair skin glowed, looking almost ethereal, like some enchanting apsara brought to life.
