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Every guest spun on their heels. The men slipped guns out of their coats, the women reached into their purses and pulled theirs out with practiced ease. My stomach dropped. They weren’t guests—they were his people.
I turned to Disha for comfort, for answers—only to feel my blood run cold. She too was holding a gun… pointed straight at my head.
“Disha?” My voice cracked, barely leaving my lips.
Her expression was unreadable, her hand steady. Betrayal sliced through me deeper than the fear of the barrel aimed between my eyes.
And then his voice boomed again from the speakers, almost playful— “Disha, my girl… turn on the television. I want to see Vidya. It’s been a long time…”
The room shifted. My world tilted. And for the first time that night, I realized this wasn’t just a trap. This was personal.
Disha strode to the massive television on the wall, her heels clicking against the marble floor, and connected the call. The screen flickered, but only darkness filled it. No face. Just a voice dripping with venom.
“Talk to me, Vidya, by the way green really suits you. Remember our date? You were in green that day too.” Ayansh purred.
My pulse spiked. I glanced at Randhir and Chacha sa—both had guns pressed to their heads by Ayansh’s men, their expressions hard but helpless.
“What do you want, Ayansh?” I forced the words out, steady even though my insides trembled.
A low chuckle echoed from the speakers. “You, baby. And now that I finally have your attention… it feels so damn sweet.”
Randhir couldn’t hold back. “Show yourself, you coward!” he roared, struggling against the grip of the man holding him.
Ayansh laughed, a sharp, cutting sound that made my stomach twist. “Easy, Randhir… don’t ruin the mood. I’ve missed her voice too much to let your barking get in the way.”
“You bastard!” Randhir spat. “If you touch her—”
“Umm-hmm…” Ayansh cut him off, his tone turning cold, cruel. “Mood kharab mat kar yaar Randhir… Убей.”
(Hit.)
The guard obeyed instantly, his fist slamming into Randhir’s jaw so hard he staggered sideways.
“Randhir!” I cried out, trying to step toward him, but the cold metal of Disha’s gun dug into my temple, freezing me in place.
“Stay where you are, Vidya,” Ayansh’s voice slithered through the speakers, low and taunting. “You don’t want your pretty face ruined before I even get to touch it.”
“I think you wanna die soon.” The words flew out of my mouth before I could stop myself.
“Woah…” Ayansh’s tone shifted into amusement. “There she is. My fiery Vidya. But tell me… do you really think you could kill me?”
