Mskhoobsurat

Sneak Peek 
          	
          	
          	Without wasting time on introductions, Jhanvi unlocked her phone and held it out to him. The photograph on the screen was old but clear—Annika during one of the pre-wedding rituals. She wore an off-white kurti layered with a neon green, flowy top, faded jeans visible beneath. She was smiling, unaware, alive in a way only memories are.
          	
          	“I’m looking for this woman,” Jhanvi said, her voice firm but respectful. She pointed lightly at the screen. “Her name is Annika. I was told she lived here with her brother.”
          	
          	The man squinted, taking the phone from her hand to look more closely. He leaned back slightly, as though the recognition startled him.
          	
          	“Yeh toh Annika bitiya hai,” he said immediately. “I bought this house from her only.” His tone shifted, suspicion creeping in as he looked up at Jhanvi again. “Lekin aap kaun hain?” he asked. “Do you know her? Aur aap uske baare mein kyun pooch rahi hain?”

Mskhoobsurat

Sneak Peek 
          
          
          Without wasting time on introductions, Jhanvi unlocked her phone and held it out to him. The photograph on the screen was old but clear—Annika during one of the pre-wedding rituals. She wore an off-white kurti layered with a neon green, flowy top, faded jeans visible beneath. She was smiling, unaware, alive in a way only memories are.
          
          “I’m looking for this woman,” Jhanvi said, her voice firm but respectful. She pointed lightly at the screen. “Her name is Annika. I was told she lived here with her brother.”
          
          The man squinted, taking the phone from her hand to look more closely. He leaned back slightly, as though the recognition startled him.
          
          “Yeh toh Annika bitiya hai,” he said immediately. “I bought this house from her only.” His tone shifted, suspicion creeping in as he looked up at Jhanvi again. “Lekin aap kaun hain?” he asked. “Do you know her? Aur aap uske baare mein kyun pooch rahi hain?”

Mskhoobsurat

Rudra didn’t move. His eyes remained fixed on the papers as though they were written in another language. His lips parted slightly, but no words came out. Mr. Roy reached out, almost instinctively, placing a hand on his shoulder, but Rudra didn’t seem to feel it.
          Sharath looked down, his throat tightening. He had seen this kind of silence before -  the kind that breaks a man more than any scream ever could.
          “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I truly am.”

GuptaVibha2000

Hello @Mskhoobsurat, I recently came accross your ff. It is really a  interesting and refreshing story when it comes to ishqbaaz, just like Your previous ff "Metaphor" had also amazing storyline.
          About this ff, I really loved shivika new identity as Kabir and Vaidehi. And how they moved on with new life seperate from Oberoi existence. Apart from Shivika ,I really loved new character lile Maya,Rajat and Roy,all of them curious characters. Even got irritated with Tej,Omkara,dadi and jhanvi character . Overall the storyline is getting more intresting. I really wish and hope you try to update the chapter frequently.
          One more request is to please also show how shivika use live after leaving Oberoi mansion,before the accident happened. How they fell in love after marriage

Mskhoobsurat

@GuptaVibha2000 thank you so much. I appreciate your time and support in reading this book. And yes, those snippets in the past shall be shown as flashbacks.
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