Her Only Saviour

95. revelation pt. 6

𝕵𝖆𝖆𝖌𝖎 𝖇𝖍𝖎 𝖍𝖆𝖎 𝖗𝖔𝖞𝖎 𝖇𝖍𝖎 𝖍𝖆𝖎
𝕬𝖆𝖓𝖐𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖓 𝖞𝖊 𝖗𝖆𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖊𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖊

𝕶𝖞𝖚𝖓 𝖍𝖆𝖗 𝖌𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖎 𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖚𝖏𝖍𝖊
𝕷𝖆𝖌𝖙𝖎 𝖗𝖆𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖎 𝖐𝖆𝖒𝖎

𝕳𝖚𝖒 𝖙𝖔𝖍 𝖓𝖆 𝖘𝖆𝖒𝖏𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖚𝖒 𝖍𝖎 𝖐𝖆𝖍𝖔
𝕶𝖞𝖚𝖓 𝖙𝖚𝖒𝖐𝖔 𝖕𝖆𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖚𝖒𝖘𝖊 𝖏𝖚𝖉𝖆...

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The confession hit like a thunderclap, and her voice softened for a beat. She looked away, unable to mask the emotions that briefly surfaced.

“Deeply. With the man I married… Anirudh.”

The room fell deathly still.

“It was against everything I had planned,” she muttered, almost bitterly.
“I tried to keep him away—tried to push him out, coldly. But he… he just kept trying. Showing up. Being the ideal husband, the perfect partner.”

Nandini inhaled sharply, the tremor in her voice now buried beneath her resolve.

“But just when I thought everything was spiraling… again, things took another turn.”

She chuckled—a low, knowing sound that sent a chill through the room.

“Aashi came back,” she said, venom practically dripping from her words.
“Asking for her already kidnapped husband.”

Nandini’s gaze turned steely. Her jaw tightened.

“Yes. Kidnapped. By me.”

There was no remorse—only a cold pride in the way she said it.

“He dared to try taking revenge on me. He pointed a gun… not at me—but at Anirudh.”

Her voice dropped a notch, razor-sharp and chilling.

“And he forgot… he was messing with the person whom I love the most.”

“I kidnapped Parth and kept him locked away for days, subjecting him to relentless torture. I broke him down piece by piece—made him believe he was nothing more than dinner for my baby panther. And just to seal the fear, I let him see her—sleek, black fur glinting under low light, eyes cold and curious. An American Panther, young but deadly.

But somewhere in the chaos, things shifted. I had to stay more in the mansion and eventually I couldn’t go through with the final act.

But kept Parth in the dungeon—forgotten by the world, buried in the shadows of my dungeon,” Nandini stated, her tone laced with mockery, as if the revelation were merely a petty inconvenience.

Her lips curled into a smirk, relishing the stunned silence that followed.

"But ugh," she rolled her eyes, "as always, Mrs. Shah decided to ruin my script. She took Raghunath and left the house.”

A flash of irritation danced in her eyes, but it was gone just as quickly, replaced by steely determination.

“So, I improvised,” she said, her voice low and deliberate. “I made a new plan to visit them… because I wanted that bastard—Raghunath—close. Around me. Watching me. Suffering silently.”

She exhaled a cold breath of amusement. “And it worked. My plan worked. I went to them.”

Her tone darkened, thick with irony. “But that day… that day he almost figured it out. Raghunath nearly realized that I wasn’t there out of affection or coincidence—I was there for him. To take my revenge.”