This story will take a turn when our cute handsome business man will turn into a dangerous ...... unknowingly he kept it a secret and she finds it out
a man cloaked in the shadows of his past, his heart encased in frost. Yet, amidst his icy demeanor...
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Shayantika Armani
The house was quiet — too quiet.
I stood alone in my room, halfway through stuffing clothes into suitcases, the air smelling faintly of fresh detergent and my favorite body mist. My parents had gone to Grandma's place for an invitation today, and honestly, I was thankful. Packing was easier when no one hovered around asking questions.
I looked around, mentally checking my list: laptop, files, books, casuals, office clothes...
And then my eyes fell on the dresser.
Right — the silk nightgown.
I had given it to Mom last year for her birthday, one of those elegant ones in soft mauve, and even though she said she loved it, I never really saw her wear it. Maybe it was still tucked away in her cupboard. Wouldn't hurt to take it along.
I made my way to their room — a place I rarely entered unless they called me. Their scent filled the air: warm, homely, familiar. I crossed over to their large wardrobe, opening it carefully, feeling a little awkward. I wasn't the type to go through my parents' private stuff, but today, it felt harmless. Just looking for a forgotten gift.
I pulled open the drawer where Mom usually kept her good clothes.
Nothing.
I shifted a few sweaters aside.
Still nothing.
I sighed and reached deeper, tugging at the folded fabrics when something hard and stiff caught my fingers.
A file.
Wedged between layers of clothes.
Frowning, I pulled it out, planning to move it aside quickly — but as I did, several papers slipped out and scattered over the floor.
"Ughh, perfect," I muttered.
I placed the file on the cupboard and bent down to gather the loose papers, trying not to wrinkle them. As I stacked them neatly, ready to shove them back inside, one paper caught my eye.
A name.
Printed cleanly across the top, bold and sharp.
Riya.
I froze.
The air around me seemed to shift, growing heavier.
Riya?
Why would my name — my other name — be here?
My hands trembled slightly as I pulled the paper closer, my heartbeat drumming loud in my ears. I scanned the document — words swimming in my vision — and the more I read, the colder my hands became.
