#1st Book in 'Tangled Series.'
Revenge and Love, I was tangled between both of these. Once I loved but that love took everything from me, it destroyed me inside out. At that time, Revenge was my only hope. I decided Vengeance would be my endgame. I...
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I took a deep breath as I stepped out of the car. Aarush took my hand, his voice soft as he said, “Let’s go, hm?” I nodded faintly, forcing a smile.
I couldn’t explain why I felt so anxious. This house… it was the place where I had grown up. Returning here after eight long years wasn’t easy for me.
The house looked the same, with only minor changes here and there. The garden was better maintained now, and the courtyard had been expanded a bit. Nothing else seemed different. This had once been my happy place, but it had also become a place of hatred. I could still see my eighteen-year-old self standing outside this house at night, hoping someone would open the door and save me, but no one ever did.
“Riti?” Aarush’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I turned to look at him.
“What are you thinking?” he asked
“Nothing,” I lied, shaking my head. I was about to press the doorbell when the door swung open, revealing the woman I once called my mother.
“Ritu…” She smiled at me, just as she used to when she would wait for me all those years ago.
She stepped forward and hugged me, but I didn’t reciprocate. I had missed her warmth, but she hadn’t been there for me when I needed it most. She hadn’t stood up for me, hadn’t protected me, hadn’t hugged me when I needed it the most.
“I’m so happy you finally made it here,” she said, her face glowing with happiness.
“Aarush… I’m even happier that you came with her,” she added, affectionately patting his cheek.
“Come inside,” she said, taking both our hands and pulling us into the house.
As we entered, I heard Mrs. Madhavi’s voice. The entire family was present, but I knew they weren’t there to welcome me. They were there because of the family lawyer, who was also present. They were waiting for me to sign the properties back to their names.
“Dhriti…” Ravi Uncle, the family lawyer, looked at me with soft eyes. His presence reminded me of the days when my grandfather was still in control of the business.
“Hello, Uncle,” I said, walking towards him.
“I never thought I’d see you again, but I’m glad to see you’ve grown into such a successful woman,” he said, and I forced a smile.
“Let’s get back to the topic,” Mr. Darshan Varma interrupted. He was the man I once called my uncle, the one who had loved me more than his own daughter. But everything had changed.
“Dhriti, I’ve read the papers to everyone, but if you’d like, you can read them yourself,” Ravi Uncle said, handing me the documents.
“No need,” I replied, shaking my head.
“Then you can sign here,” he said, pointing to the signature line.
