The illegitimate daughter of a powerful businessman, she was sent to live with her six half-brothers after her father's sudden death.
The boys were born from privilege, pride, and perfectly manicured bloodlines. No one welcomed her. No one cared.
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Darkness. There was nothing other than darkness from the moment I opened my eyes after being kidnapped.
I don't know how many have passed because there is nothing that can help me identify day or night.
Initially I screamed and cried, but nobody came. After so many failed attempts, I feel energy draining from my body without any food and water.
My hands are tied on the armrest of the chair. But the worst part is that the chain with which my hands are tied has spikes, and it hurts every time I move. I can feel blood oozing out from them.
My senses were alerted as I heard the opening of the door. I would ask for water. if someone would come inside.
I waited, but nothing. This is worse.
Will my brothers be able to find me? What would they be doing?
Are they even feeling my absence? At least Rudra Bhai would be missing me.
Fresh tears flowed down my eyes.
They miss me or not. But they would save me, I know.
I am one of them. Aren't I?
Suddenly I felt something crawling near my bare feet.
Eventually the Increasing numbers panicking me more.
I started hearing high-pitched squeaks, and I realized they are rats.
Not one or two but many that I cannot count. I feel nauseous.
A scream left my mouth, sensing them climbing on me.
*Beep* *Beep*
I wake up with a jerk. Sweat covered my body; I looked around to check my surroundings.
It's my room, fully lighted, and the ray of sunlight coming from the window adds more to the brightness.
I put my hand on my rapidly rising and falling chest.
"I am not there."
Throwing off my blanket, I made my way to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
I looked outside the glass window while sitting in my penthouse.
Life here in New York is so busy. That you don't have time to feel lonely except at night when you have nothing to do to keep yourself busy.
I don't like nights.
Not that I crave companionship.
They are... They are suffocating.
Varun Bhai wanted us to stay together in the country of my choice.
He was willing to leave behind everything he had built in India and move with me.
But I didn't want that. I wanted to live alone. Waking up without the burden of impressing someone. Free from others expectations.
