#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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It was my plan.
My plan to confirm my assumptions and my assumptions turned out to be true.
I told Ishaan to contact that number and give information about me.
I know I am taking a risk here and I am ready to take any risk here to just catch that man.
“Riti, who is that man? Tell me!” Aarush demanded, gripping my shoulders.
I met his gaze, seeing his patience fraying at the edges. “He... he's Darshan Varma. My uncle.”
A wave of shock rippled across their faces – Aarush's, and then the others. Arjun, Ruhi, Ishaan, Aryan, and Ayaan all stared at me, disbelief etched on their features.
“Lily?”
“Yes, Ishaan. He's the one. I gave you his number.” I said, focusing on Ishaan.
“How did you know? How did you find out?” Aarush's voice was tight, laced with a desperate urgency that echoed my own past fears.
“When my mother died…” The words choked me, the memory still a fresh wound. “Her last words, barely a whisper over the phone, were that she knew who Red Marvel was. And that he was related to me. She was about to explain, to tell me everything, but the call cut off. And we all know what happened next… she died. While you and my brother were using your contacts to investigate, to find Red Marvel, I tore through the Varma house, desperate for any clue, any connection.”
I paused, picturing the opulent, sterile Varma residence, a place that now felt like a gilded cage of secrets. “I started with my mother's room. It seemed the most logical place. And that's where I found it. A clue so small, yet so crucial. A ring. My uncle's ring. A distinctive signet ring he'd worn as long as I could remember. I'd seen it on his hand countless times since I was a child. How did his ring end up in my parents' room? That question, that impossible fact, was the first crack in my reality. That’s where the suspicion began.”
I looked away, my gaze unfocused as I relived the slow, agonizing process of piecing things together. “I started to pay more attention to him, observing his every move, his every word. And that's when I noticed it.
The way he looked at me. It wasn't like how my grandmother looked at me, a look filled with hate and disgust. Nor was it like the anger Akasha has for me. It wasn't a look of hate, either. It was something... else. Calculating, assessing, almost...possessive. It was a look that sent a chill down my spine, a look that told me I was a piece in some twisted game he was playing.” The unnerving memory hung in the air, heavy and suffocating.
“The ring, that look... that's when I knew I was right.” My voice dropped to a whisper. “Then I found it, hidden in his office. The recording I made eight years ago, the one I left behind when they forced me out. He's the Red Marvel. He killed my mother. He ruined my life. Because of him, I was…” My voice trembled, memories threatening to overwhelm me.
