Her Only Saviour

93. Revelation pt. 4

𝕭𝖆𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖎𝖓 𝖞𝖊 𝖐𝖆𝖇𝖍𝖎 𝖓𝖆 𝖙𝖚 𝖇𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖑𝖓𝖆
𝕶𝖔𝖎 𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖐𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖗 𝖍𝖆𝖎 𝖏𝖊𝖊 𝖗𝖆𝖍𝖆

𝕵𝖆𝖆𝖞𝖊 𝖙𝖚 𝖐𝖆𝖍𝖎𝖓 𝖇𝖍𝖎, 𝖞𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖈𝖍𝖓𝖆
𝕶𝖔𝖎 𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖐𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖗 𝖍𝖆𝖎 𝖏𝖊𝖊 𝖗𝖆𝖍𝖆

𝕿𝖚 𝖏𝖆𝖍𝖆𝖆𝖓 𝖏𝖆𝖆𝖞𝖊 𝖒𝖊𝖍𝖋𝖔𝖔𝖟 𝖍𝖔
𝕯𝖎𝖑 𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖆 𝖒𝖆𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖘 𝖞𝖊 𝖉𝖚𝖆𝖆...

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‌Her tone hardened, the chill in her voice unmistakable now.

“He tried to get close to my father—not out of love or loyalty, but to pull me away from the house… from the people who protected me. All he wanted was the property, the wealth, the power. But he couldn’t. Not with my family standing like a wall between us.”

Her fingers drummed once against the armrest, sharp and deliberate.

“So, he changed his game. Dirtier this time. More cunning.”

She scoffed, eyes narrowing.

“His son—Parth—Raghunath told him everything. And in that same greed, Parth agreed to be his pawn. He pretended to fall in love with me… tried to make me trust him, care for him, maybe even love him back. Just long enough for them to get what they wanted.”

She leaned forward slightly, a dangerous smile ghosting her lips.

“But what they didn’t know… was that I had eyes on them every moment.
Every. Single. Moment.”

“well nvm he was already in love with my best friend—Aashi. And let me be clear, she was genuinely my friend. And their love was real… pure even. But his filthy game? It created a rift. It pushed her away from me.”

She looked away for a second, the sting of that betrayal still lingering.

“He tried everything. Pretended affection. Manipulated moments. Tried to make me fall in love with him.”

Her voice dropped, colder now.

“He even tried to force himself on me. Used emotional blackmail. Played victim. Played saviour. Played monster.”

A small, dangerous smile touched her lips.

“But what he didn’t know… was that he was playing my game. Every move he made, every trap he thought he set—I had already designed it.”

The silence in the room felt thick—like the moment before a storm unleashes its wrath. Her voice sliced through it, sharp, deliberate.

“I thought I’d use him,” she said calmly, her gaze faraway. “Parth. I thought I’d make him my pawn… just a means to get closer to Raghunath.”

She shook her head slowly, as if disappointed by her own underestimation.

“But that bastard Raghunath… he always remained distant. Cold. Calculated. Like he sensed something.”

For a moment, frustration flickered across her features. But it didn’t last long—quickly replaced by the fire of renewed control.

“And then,” she continued, “I thought my entire plan was falling apart because Aashi and Parth… they were planning to elope.”

Her voice dropped to a lower register, laced with a bitter smile.

“Yes, Aashi. My best friend. The one I trusted like a sister. And Parth—the one who tried to trick me, manipulate me. And yet… there they were. Choosing each other. Choosing love over loyalty. Over orders.”