The illegitimate daughter of a powerful businessman, she was sent to live with her six half-brothers after her father's sudden death.
The boys were born from privilege, pride, and perfectly manicured bloodlines. No one welcomed her. No one cared.
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My brows slowly furrowed. The car kept moving deeper and deeper into the property until another massive iron gate appeared in front of us.
It opened automatically; probably there was some scanner. Inside stood another big house. But it still wasn't anywhere near the size of the mansion we live in.
I didn't know this existed here. So absorbed in observing the unfamiliar building and its surroundings, I completely forgot to ask them why they had brought me here.
By the time I opened my mouth to question them, the car had already stopped. And both of them had already stepped out.
Aditya silently opened the door for me. I stepped down. Without looking at me, he placed a firm hand on the small of my back, guiding me inside. The fear returned. But it wasn't the kind of fear that comes when you think someone might hurt you.
Because one thing I knew for certain, no matter what happened, these men would never hurt me physically.
Outside the building, guards stood stationed everywhere. Shaurya, Aditya, and I walked toward the entrance. As we approached the large door, Adarsh stood there.
The moment he saw us, he nodded respectfully, bowing his head slightly before opening the door.
Once we entered, he shut the door behind us and remained outside. The inside of this place looked nothing like the Rajput mansion.
That house was filled with light and luxury. But this one was dark and gloomy. Shadows stretched across the large hall, with only a few dim lights illuminating the space.
My gaze slowly moved around the room. At the center of the hall were several chairs. And on a slightly elevated chair, which was like the head chair, sat Atharyu.
One leg crossed over the other. Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit. His cold eyes were fixed forward. The moment he saw me, he stood up.
And he was already walking toward me. I watched him carefully. The anticipation tightening in my chest. When he stopped right in front of me, he gently took my hand. That made me flinch at first. But I hope he didn't notice it.
His pupils moved across my face, scanning every corner of my face. His face turned a darker shade of black. The tension in my chest made my heart slowly drop in my stomach.
Up close, I noticed the tiny scar near his right eye. It was so faint that no one could notice it from a distance. I patted myself for distracting myself.
He was around six-foot-four; he bent slightly to reach my height. And then he did something unforeseen. I was about to stop him. But my protest died in my throat the moment his lips touched my forehead. My eyes closed. For a brief second, I allowed myself to feel that rare gesture of affection.
I think I am one of those who loves hugs and kisses. He pulled back slowly. Still holding my hand, looking at me with that softened gaze.
Then he gently tugged my hand and guided me further inside. Shaurya and Aditya followed behind us. He stopped near a door. One of the two guards standing outside immediately opened it.
