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Nandini sat tensely, her eyes darting between Navya and the two brothers who had kidnapped them. Navya was uncharacteristically silent, her earlier outburst replaced by a subdued demeanor as she sat close to Cabir, who kept his arm casually draped around her shoulders.
Manik sat across from Nandini, his gaze unwavering, studying her with an intensity that made her feel both exposed and defiant. Despite the fear and anger bubbling inside her, she couldn't ignore the magnetic pull she felt whenever their eyes locked. It was infuriating.
"Enjoying the flight, Princess?" Manik's voice was smooth, with a hint of mockery.
Nandini straightened, her chin lifting defiantly. "Where are you taking us?"
Manik's lips curved into a slow, deliberate smile. "You'll see soon enough."
The jet flew through the night, the hum of the engines the only sound between them. Every time Nandini attempted to rise or make a move, Manik's sharp eyes were on her, as if daring her to try anything foolish.
But Nandini was not one to be intimidated easily. She leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. "You think you're clever, don't you? Kidnapping us, pretending it's some grand plan. But you have no idea who you're dealing with."
Manik leaned in as well, their faces just inches apart. His eyes darkened, filled with a challenge that sent a shiver down Nandini's spine. "Oh, I know exactly who I'm dealing with, Nandini Moorthy. The question is, do you?"
Their gazes locked, and for a moment, the world outside seemed to vanish. There was no jet, no ocean, no threat—just them, caught in a storm of conflicting emotions. Nandini's breath hitched, and she knew, despite herself, that Manik Malhotra was not a man to be underestimated.
On the other side, Navya looked up at Cabir, who had been silently watching the exchange. She whispered, "This isn't going to end well, is it?"
Cabir smirked, his hand moving to gently brush a strand of hair from her face. "For us? It might just be the beginning."
Navya blushed, her heart beating faster as Cabir leaned closer. The connection between them was undeniable, and the heat from his gaze made her forget, if only for a moment, the dangerous situation they were in.
Moorthy Mansion, London
Virat Moorthy paced the grand hall of his mansion, his face twisted in anger. His daughters were missing, and he had a good idea of who was behind it. The Malhotras. His instincts screamed it, and now all he needed was proof.
He stopped abruptly and barked orders to his most trusted men, "Find them. I don't care what it takes. Bring my daughters back, and bring me Manik and Cabir Malhotra. Alive."
The mansion buzzed with activity as his men scoured every corner of the globe, but Virat's heart pounded with fear. The Moorthys and Malhotras had been enemies for decades, and now, the rivalry had taken a sinister turn.
