❛Billionaire's Immortal Love❜

49. ɑ Pɑwn's Ruin in the Rɑizɑdɑ Storm

Hey my lovely readers,
Here’s the new chapter of Billionaire's Immortal Love! 💌
It isn’t proofread yet, so forgive me for any typos, grammar slips, or silly mistakes. 🙈✨

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💬 AUTHOR’S NOTE – IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT 💬

I've already put thtis note on my Notification board but didn't get any response. So, couldn't understand if anyone read or not. So, putting it here again as it's important for me atleast.

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I just wanted to drop in with a quick update and a small announcement. As many of you can already see, Billionaire’s Immortal Love is slowly reaching its end — probably around 8–10 chapters left at most. So, after thinking it through, I’ve decided to focus on completing BIL first before returning to Behind The Mask.

Since Behind The Mask has only just begun, I don’t want to break the momentum of BIL’s final stretch. Over the next few days (or maybe weeks), I’ll be updating BIL as regularly as possible until it’s complete. Once that’s done, I’ll fully shift my focus back to Behind The Mask.

I know some of you might feel disappointed or even upset about this decision — especially my BTM readers — but I hope you’ll understand why I needed to do this. The climax of BIL deserves complete attention and uninterrupted flow.

And yes… I know some readers may choose to unfollow me after reading this note, and honestly, I can’t help it. I’m sorry if this decision upsets anyone, but I have to do what’s best for the story and my peace of mind.

Thank you so much for your patience, love, and understanding. 💖

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CONTINUED FROM THE PAST

Sheetal Gupta stood frozen in one of Raizada Mansion’s opulent rooms, unable to admire its grandeur as her heart hammered with shock at Arnav Singh Raizada’s cool reaction to her outburst. His sly smile sliced through her bravado like a cruel blade, igniting a gnawing fear that coiled in her chest like a serpent. Her trembling limbs betrayed the disbelief gripping her mind—how could ASR, her ASR, regard her with such chilling indifference, as if her pain, torment, and very existence were a trivial jest? Her thoughts spiraled in a vortex of dread, whispering that her carefully woven delusions were unraveling, yet she couldn’t accept that he had seen through her lies. Her breath grew shallow, sweat beading on her trembling upper lip, her eyes wide with a terror she dared not name.

Arnav leaned lazily against the door, his charcoal sherwani framing his commanding frame, a cruel smirk curling his lips as he watched her unravel. His eyes glinted with a predator’s calm, his inner fury a smoldering volcano ready to erupt, fueled by the audacity of this woman who dared insult his Khushi and claim a love that never existed.

“Tch.... tch.... tch, Sheetal, Kya hua? Kaha kho gayi? Achhaaaa!!! Mujhe lagta hai tumhara ho gaya, nahi? Toh ab jab tumhara ho hi gaya, toh mein shuru karun? Kya kaheti ho? (‘What happened, Sheetal? Lost somewhere? Ohhh!!! I think you’re done, right? So now that you’re done, shall I start?’)” he taunted, his voice a low, venomous drawl as he pushed off the wall, his movements deliberate, each step tightening a noose around her delusions.

“Toh, Sheetal, kya keh rahi thi tum? (‘So, what were you saying?’) That you were kidnapped? That too from your own home? Really? Lekin, Sheetal, thodi si confusion hai (‘But, Sheetal, I’m a bit confused’). Kya woh clear karne mein meri thodi madad karogi, please? (‘Can you help clear it up, please?’)” Before Sheetal could react, he continued, “If that is so, then how did you message your mother on our so-called wedding day that you were leaving the marriage?” His words dripped with mocking curiosity, his smirk widening as Sheetal’s face turned ashen, her eyes widening in horror, sweat beads glistening on her trembling lips. The truth of her fabricated story was exposed like a raw wound. Arnav’s satisfaction surged, his heart thrumming with ruthless glee as he saw her cornered, exposed, and powerless.