"Veer ji..."
He turned, his gaze still guarded.
"I am not talking about this... I am talking about the mistake I did."
Veer's eyes sharpened, a flicker of pain crossing his features.
"Not even in my life."
Sanjana's heart sank, but she knew she...
*One half of me is yours, the other half yours— Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.*
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AUTHOR POV
Rain pounded the roof of the black SUV as the two men inside sat in tense silence. One was on his phone, listening intently to instructions in his earpiece. The other kept his eyes fixed on the mansion.
“Still no movement,” the driver muttered.
“Keep your eyes open. We move only when we get the green—”
Before he could finish, the entire car jerked violently to the side. Tires screeched, metal crunched — another black vehicle rammed into them from behind at full force.
Before either of the men could react, doors flew open and figures in tactical gear swarmed the SUV like shadows.
“Hands up!” a voice growled — Aarav’s voice.
Both men reached for their weapons, but they were a second too slow.
Windows shattered, the locks were disabled, and they were yanked out onto the wet pavement, pinned to the ground. Guns were pressed to the backs of their heads as zip ties were pulled tight around their wrists.
“Clear,” one of Veer’s operatives confirmed. “Both are armed. No shots fired.”
Aarav crouched in front of the man who had been sitting on the passenger side — a wiry, sharp-featured man with a jagged scar above his left eyebrow.
“Who sent you?” Aarav asked coolly.
No response.
Aarav pulled out a knife — small, but gleaming. He twirled it between his fingers, then pressed the tip gently into the man’s shoulder. Not cutting, just enough to promise pain.
“You’ve got two options,” Aarav said. “You talk now, and maybe you walk out of this alive. Or I put you in a basement and make you forget your own name.”
Still silence.
Aarav smiled grimly, then looked over his shoulder. “Bring the bag.”
One of the team members stepped forward with a black duffle. Inside — various tools meant not for war, but for persuasion. The kind of persuasion that made even the toughest men talk.
The second man cracked first.
“Wait, wait—!” he shouted, voice cracking. “We were just supposed to watch her. That’s all!”
