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Arhaan Singh Rathore was known as the safer twin.
Polite where Rihaan was ruthless.
Soft-spoken where Rihaan was feared.
A gentleman by every visible measure.
People trusted him.
What they never realized was that Arhaan didn't hunt loudly.
He waited.
Observed.
And when the moment was right-he never missed.
A patient wolf.
Shree had never needed saving.
A cyber genius who lived behind firewalls and encrypted lives, she was a tomboy with sharp instincts and sharper comebacks. Protected fiercely by a watchful father and a brother who treated danger like a personal enemy, Shree grew up believing one thing with absolute certainty-
No one could reach her without permission.
She was wrong.
Because the flowers arrived after the wedding.
Her cousin's wedding.
To Arhaan's cousin.
That was the cruelest part.
The flowers appeared in the house they all now shared, slipped past security, guards, and family eyes like a secret meant only for her. One stem. One note. Always neat. Always restrained.
"Relations don't erase recognition."
Her heart stung-not with fear, but with something dangerously familiar.
These weren't the gestures of obsession.
They were the reminders of a connection that already existed.
And the man behind them sat across the dining table every night-calm, respectful, distant. Arhaan Singh Rathore never stared too long. Never crossed lines. Never gave anyone a reason to doubt him.
Except Shree could feel it.
In the pauses.
In the silence.
In the way his eyes lingered just long enough to say-
I see you. I always have.
The world feared Rihaan Singh Rathore.
But Shree knew better.
Because it was Arhaan-the patient wolf-
Who was already inside her defenses.