Zain's gaze towards the sky and he answered "Yes, tie up in the room." Bilal frowned, puzzled. "Huh? What tie? And what are you staring at?" Zain shifted his eyes from the sky to his grandfather. "I mean, we must appear bound by rules. But when necessary, we must not be tied down by them. We must use any means necessary to secure power." Bilal's eyes lit up. "Yes, yes! That's exactly what I wanted to say." Before Bilal could muse about divine wisdom descending from the heavens onto his grandson, they moved forward together. But Zain's mind lingered elsewhere on an incident that had happened not long ago. Few moments earlier, Inside the estate, on the fifth floor, Paridhi peeked out of her room. Her eyes scanned the corridor, searching for any sign of Zehmat. She found none. While exploring, she stumbled into a study or maybe a home office. It certainly wasn't a bedroom. She entered quietly. The room was lined with books, files, papers, and pens but no electronics. No computer. No laptop. No phone. It felt like she'd stepped into the 18th-century colonial era. The room reeked of royalty, but its contents were stubbornly old-fashioned. Leaning too close, she lost her balance. The window swung open, there were no iron grills to stop her fall. She grabbed the lower edge just in time. "Hushh... saved." From there, she saw vast empty lands on one side and a garden on the other. But no people. No movement. As if a curfew had been declared and everyone had locked themselves inside. "Shit." Her heart froze. A pair of eyes stared up at her from the ground below. Familiar eyes. Angry familiar eyes. Eyes that promised her punishment last time. Eyes whose owner name she still doesn't know. She cursed her impulsive brain. Why did I have to be so stupid? She could've been Dora the explorer inside the estate. But no she had to showcase her hidden talent outside. She waved awkwardly in greeting,

He accidentally met her in a college function and at first sight, he lost himself in her charm. He didn't realize when his feelings developed in to an intense emotion of love. She gets attracted to him with each passing day. He would do anything for her but she doesn't want anything except him for herself. Only thing he hate is cheating and lies so what will happen when she backstab him? Want to know further then check out this book.

Bound Series - Book 1 "How was the wedding, Miss Sharma? Did you enjoy it?" His voice dripped with sarcasm, the bitterness barely concealed beneath the formal address. "Yes, Sir. The wedding was good." Piya responded with practiced professionalism, her tone calm and composed. But the edge in his voice didn't go unnoticed. Her restraint only fueled his fury. He stepped closer, his eyes darkening. "Not hard to believe, is it? After destroying someone's life, you're out there enjoying yours." The words struck her like a blow. Pain flickered across her face, raw and unguarded. She opened her mouth, her voice trembling. "Ar...y...a, I" "SHUT UP!" His voice thundered through the cabin, reverberating off the walls. She instinctively stepped back, startled by the sudden outburst. He closed the distance between them, gripping her shoulder tightly, his anguish spilling over. "Do you regret it, Piya? Do you regret tearing us apart? Do you regret ruining everything we had?" Her eyes welled up, the silence between them louder than any scream. ⭐ Hate is a very strong word to define my past feelings and Love is a very weak word to define my present and future feelings⭐ ⭐ Meeting you was an accident but loving you is my fate ⭐

Bound Series - Book 2 "Tell me the truth, baby. Whatever he said... it was a lie, wasn't it?" Her words were ironic. She wanted honesty, but only if it didn't hurt. Only if it didn't destroy the love she had built around him. Aryansh finally spoke, voice low and broken. "I know what I'm about to say will break your heart. You'll question everything between us. But please... listen. Whatever I did... I did for love. I wanted to impress your family. I couldn't bear the thought of them choosing someone else for you. My impatience... my fear... it made me do it." Piya's face went blank. Her emotions shut down with every word. She closed her eyes, praying this was a nightmare. That when she opened them, everything would be normal again. "I did send your father to jail. I plotted everything." Her eyes opened and at that exact moment, fireworks burst in the sky. The stars glistened above them, mocking the celebration. She whispered, voice hollow: "Happy last f**king six-month anniversary, Aryansh Shekhawat."