ONGOING + EDITING
𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐇𝐈 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐋♡
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A beauty with brains and has a sassy attitude with a sunshine personality. At just the age of 21, she achieved success in the business field. Princess of Agarwals and...
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The day dragged like a body without breath—dull, colorless, repetitive.
Meetings rolled into each other, faces blurred, and conversations faded into the background hum of disinterest.
I sat there, flipping through investment documents I didn’t care to understand, letting my fingers turn pages while my mind wandered somewhere entirely else.
The only thing that pulled me back was my phone. It buzzed once. Then again. Then again.
Not the usual rhythm of emails or reminders, but sharp and urgent. It was the kind of buzz that felt like a heartbeat gone wrong.
Still, I ignored it. Nothing could be more wrong than Aridhi not here with me.
Until the assistant walked in.
He looked like someone had handed him something he didn’t want to carry.
His steps were hesitant, his eyes searching mine like he was trying to soften a blow he couldn’t avoid delivering.
Without a word, he handed me the tablet.
I should’ve known from the way he held it. Like it burned.
The headline hit hard.
BREAKING NEWS: “Business Heiress Aridhi Agarwal narrowly escapes an accident at her under-construction racing hub.”
The words didn’t register at first. I just stared at them, blinking like the sentence might change.
Then I saw the image.
Her.
Her hair dusted in concrete, her cheek streaked with dirt. A scrape near her ankle.
She was upright, but something in her eyes—caught mid-expression—looked wrong.
Not fear. Not pain. Just… hollow.
Time didn’t just slow. It shattered.
I stood. My chair screeched against the floor, but I barely heard it.
There was no thought. Just movement.
I left the room without looking back. Without giving anyone the decency of an explanation. None of them mattered.
Only she did.
My fingers trembled as I booked the next nonstop flight to Mumbai. Two hours. Every second in between already felt unbearable.
Dhruv called. I didn’t pick up.
Maa’s messages poured in. I didn’t read them.
Without a few minutes, I reached Rathore mansion and went directly to my room.
I packed in a daze—if you could even call it that. Tossed whatever I saw into a bag, not thinking, not caring.
My grandmother—can she just die?—tried to stop me at the door.
