𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆- 𝑾𝒂𝒓 𝑶𝒇 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆

𝟒𝟎. 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐒

Author's Pov

Fifteen Days Later

Outside the Rathore palace, a car rolled to a stop. A young woman stepped out, showing her ID to the guards before being allowed through.

At the main entrance, she was stopped again.

"I'm Geeta. I need to see Mr. Rathore," she said politely.

One guard nodded. "He's in the library. Follow me."

On the way, Mrs. Rathore intercepted her. After a quick exchange of greetings, Mridha's eyes searched hers. "What's inside this?"

"Cheque," Geeta replied softly.

Inside the library, Jayveer sat behind a massive desk. Geeta greeted him, then carefully placed a cheque on the polished wood.

Jayveer adjusted his glasses, glanced at the cheque, and let out a dry chuckle before sliding it into a drawer.

"There's also this," Geeta said, handing over an envelope. "Vidya ma'am asked me to give it to you."

Jayveer opened the letter and read silently:

"I'm free now, so I can tell Mrityunjay the truth. But I want you to have a chance first. Tell him everything yourself-if you want to save your relationship with him."

Jayveer's lips curled into a bitter smile. "Silly girl," he muttered. "You may leave."

Geeta bowed slightly and exited.

The moment the door closed, Mridha stepped forward, her voice sharp. "You got your money back, Veer. Now don't you dare mess with my kids."

Jayveer held up the letter with a mocking smirk. "Look at this. She's warning me now."

"She isn't warning you!" Mridha shot back, her voice trembling. "She's trying to save your relationship with your son. Don't you get it? Agar Jay ko usne sab kuch bata diya toh tumhe pata hai na kya hoga!"

Jayveer's eyes hardened. "Kya hoga? Us kal ki aayi ladki ko lagta hai humara beta uski baaton ko importance dega?"

Mridha's voice broke as she whispered, "Tum galat kar rahe ho, Veer."

"Jao yahan se!" Jayveer roared.

Mridha flinched, then turned and left, her footsteps echoing in the heavy silence of the library.

Later that night

The palace was quiet, the long corridors dimly lit. Jayveer poured himself a glass of whiskey in the study, staring blankly at the amber liquid.

"Silly girl," he repeated under his breath. But this time, there was no bite in his tone-only the faintest trace of doubt.

He looked towards the door of the library, as if expecting his son to appear. The thought of Mrityunjay's eyes filled with anger made his chest tighten.

For the first time in years, Jayveer Rathore felt something unfamiliar crawling under his skin-fear.

Jayveer stared at the letter one last time before picking up his phone. His fingers hesitated for only a second before dialing Vidya's number.