The room was overly decorated with flowers, candles, and a sweet aroma that felt suffocating instead of romantic. Rithvik stood at the door, his hands on his hips, glaring at the chaos around him.
“Yeh kya kar diya hai room ke saath? Shaadi hui hai ya kisi flower exhibition ka inauguration?” he muttered to himself, shaking his head in disbelief.
Amrutha entered behind him, her heavy lehenga making her movements clumsy. She paused, taking in the sight, and her nose scrunched up in distaste.
“Seriously? Kisne yeh decoration kiya? Room kam, shaadi ka mandap zyada lag raha hai!”
Rithvik turned to her sharply. “Main soch raha hoon, yeh sab tumhari planning toh nahi thi?”
Amrutha glared back. “Mujhe yeh sab karna hota, toh main khud ko jungle mein daal deti. Mujhe toh yeh shadi hi nahi karni thi!”
Her words struck a nerve. “Oh, toh tumhe yeh shaadi zabardasti lagi hai? Maan liya tumhari family ne zabardasti ki hogi, lekin mujhe toh laga tum mature ho.butvyouvagqin proved me wrong ”
Amrutha’s eyes flashed with anger. “Mature? Tumhe lagta hai main khushi se yeh shaadi karti? Agar choice hoti, toh main kabhi tumhare saath iss room mein nahi hoti!”
Rithvik stepped closer, his voice low but sharp. “Tumhara attitude ab samajh aa raha hai. Tum samajhti kya ho apne aap ko? Har baat pe victim ban jao!”
She didn’t back down, jabbing a finger toward his chest. “Aur tum samajhte kya ho apne aap ko? Bas dikhawa karna aata hai! Tum jaise insaan ke saath koi khushi se shaadi karega, toh mujhe uss insaan ki samajh pe doubt hoga!”
Rithvik’s patience snapped. “Bas, Amrutha! Tumse behas karna bhi galti lagta hai! Mujhe bhi koi shauk nahi tha tumhare saath yeh shaadi karne ka. Family ki wajah se karni padi!”
Amrutha crossed her arms, her eyes blazing. “Toh phir family ke paas jaake complain karo! Tumhare attitude se toh lagta hai tumhe hero banne ka shauk hai, lekin asli mein sirf egoist ho!”
Rithvik clenched his fists, his jaw tightening. “Bas! Tumhare childish tantrums yahan nahi chalenge. Tumhe jo karna hai karo, mujhe apni space chahiye.”
Amrutha laughed bitterly. “Space? Tumhare saath ek room share karna mere liye punishment se kam nahi hai. Tumhe toh thanks bolna chahiye ki main abhi tak yahan hoon!”
He took a deep breath, his voice dangerously calm. “Punishment? Tumhe kya lagta hai, tumse shaadi karna mere liye cakewalk tha? Tumhari constant tantrums se toh main pareshan ho chuka hoon!”
Amrutha grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it at him. “Aur main tumhari shakal dekh ke hi pareshan ho jati hoon! Tumhare bas chale toh room ke har kone mein apna ego frame kar ke rakh lo!”
Rithvik dodged the pillow, his face turning red with frustration. “Amrutha, tum… Tum sach mein impossible ho!”
She picked up another pillow, ready to throw it, when he snatched it from her hands and stepped closer. “Enough! Tumhara drama ab aur nahi chalega!”
They stood inches apart, breathing heavily, glaring at each other like two storms colliding. The silence was loud and charged with unspoken emotions.
Finally, Amrutha turned away, her voice low but firm. “Rithvik, tumhe jo bolna hai bolo. Par ek baat yaad rakhna—agar tumhare dimag mein koi bhi galat idea aaya, toh tumhari family ko nayi dulhan nahi, ek khoon ki kahani milegi.”
Rithvik blinked, stunned. “Tum mujhe threaten kar rahi ho?”
She glanced back at him with a cold smirk. “Nahi, sirf warning de rahi hoon.”
For the first time that night, Rithvik was speechless. He stepped back, shaking his head. “Theek hai. Tumhare side ki bed tumhara hai. Main apni side pe so raha hoon. Mujhe tumse aur koi baat nahi karni.”
Amrutha didn’t reply. Instead, she grabbed a curtain and started tying it in the middle of the bed.
“Kya kar rahi ho?” he asked irritably.
“Boundary set kar rahi hoon,” she replied curtly. “Agar tum mere side aaye, toh warning yaad rakhna.”
Rithvik scoffed, lying down on his side. “Tumse toh door hi rahna better hai. Goodnight.”
Amrutha lay down, muttering under her breath, “Goodnight nahi, worst night.”
Both turned their backs to each other, but neither could sleep. The silence now felt heavier than their words, and though the argument had ended, the tension in the room lingered long into the night.
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Next morning
the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. Rithvik stirred awake, stretching slightly, only to feel a weight on his chest. He opened his eyes, startled, to see Amrutha half-lying on him, her head resting against his shoulder and her hand draped over his stomach.
For a moment, he stared at her peaceful face, her features softened in sleep. Her forehead creased slightly, as if she was frowning even in her dreams. He couldn’t help but chuckle softly to himself.
“Khud hi boundary set karke, khud hi cross kar di. Pagal ladki,” he thought, shaking his head. “Aaj bhi bachchon wali harkatein karti hai.”
Carefully, he shifted her hand and slipped out of bed, ensuring she didn’t wake up. Adjusting his T-shirt, he glanced at her one last time, a faint smirk on his face. “Kya din shuru kiya hai,” he muttered before heading to the gym area of his sprawling mansion.
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Amrutha woke up to an empty bed, feeling a chill where Rithvik had been. She blinked groggily, and as the memories of the previous night’s fight flooded back, her cheeks turned crimson.
“Oh god, maine uske saath kitna lada tha kal. Aur yeh kya? Main uske upar so gayi thi kya? Amu, tu toh gayi!” she thought, slapping her forehead in embarrassment.
She quickly freshened up, her movements hurried as if trying to erase her awkwardness. Throwing on a simple salwar kameez, she headed to the kitchen, hoping to avoid any unnecessary attention.
But her hopes were dashed the moment she stepped in.
Rithvik’s cousins and aunts were gathered around, casually sipping tea and chatting, but the moment they spotted her, their chatter turned into teasing glances and knowing smirks.
“Arrey, Amrutha! Subah subah itna blush kyun kar rahi ho?” one of his cousins teased, winking at her.
Another aunt chimed in, “Lagta hai raat achhi guzri hai, hai na?”
Amrutha’s eyes widened in horror. She quickly shook her head, her hands fumbling with the edge of her dupatta. “N-nahi… woh toh bas…” she stammered, her words failing her.
“Bas kya, beta?” an older aunt teased, leaning closer with a sly smile. “Shaadi ki pehli raat ka asar toh dikh raha hai.”
Her cheeks flamed even more, and she ducked her head, wishing the ground would swallow her whole. She muttered under her breath, “Main toh bas chai banane aayi thi…”
As she busied herself with the teapot, her mind raced with the memory of the fight. Her embarrassment grew, and she scolded herself internally. “Pehle usse laddi, phir uske upar so gayi? Amu, tujhe kuch seekhne ki zarurat hai!”
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The afternoon sun poured into the spacious kitchen of the Khurana mansion, illuminating its marble countertops and polished silverware. Amrutha leaned casually against the counter, pretending to examine the array of fruits placed there. But her mind wasn’t on the fruit—it was elsewhere, calculating, planning. She needed answers.
“kaki , Rishab kaha hai? Puri shaadi mein woh dikha hi nahi,” she asked Kaki, the housemaid, her voice deceptively light as though the question held no weight.
Kaki, who had been cleaning the vessels nearby, paused, her expression immediately darkening. She glanced around cautiously before replying, lowering her voice to a whisper. “Pata nahi, Amrutha beta. Jab se Roshini beta shaadi ke mandap se chali gayi thi, iss ghar mein sab kuch ulta seedha ho gaya hai.”
Amrutha tilted her head, feigning curiosity. “Kya matlab, Kaki?”
Kaki sighed deeply, her hands trembling slightly . “Pehle hi Rishab beta toh bigda hua ladka tha. Hamesha kuch na kuch galat karte rehte the. Par ek din… Rithvik beta aur Rishab ke beech bahut bada jhagda hua. Mujhe nahi pata ki jagde ka karan kya tha, par uss din Rithvik beta ne Rishab ko ghar se nikal diya. Ghar ke sabhi logon ne unhe rokne ki koshish ki, lekin Rithvik beta ne dhamki di ki agar kisi ne Rishab ka saath diya, toh woh khud ghar chhod kar chale jayenge.”
Amrutha blinked, her face betraying no emotion as Kaki continued, “Rishab beta ne baad mein apna khud ka business setup kiya tha. Par Rithvik beta ne woh bhi barbaad kar diya. Ab Rishab kaha hai, koi nahi jaanta.”
With that, Kaki picked up the vessels and left, leaving Amrutha alone with her thoughts.
She stood there for a moment, staring blankly at the countertop. Her mind was anything but blank, though. It was a raging storm. “Rishab… Wapas nahi aaya toh? Uss raat jo usne kiya tha, uska badla kaise le paungi?? . Uss raat usne meri sirf shareer nahi, meri atma ko bhi toda tha. Lekin usse main itni asaani se nahi chodungi.”
Her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms as she tried to calm the fury that threatened to boil over. Her breathing was ragged as the memories of that night tried to consume her. She wouldn’t let them. Not now. Not when she had finally started piecing herself back together.
Suddenly, a voice echoed through the grand hall.
“Rithvik! Rithvik kaha ho, mera soutela bhai? Shadi mubarak ho tumhe!”
Amrutha froze. Her body went rigid as recognition hit her like a lightning bolt. That voice—she’d recognize it anywhere. It was him. Rishab Khurana.
The sound of his voice reverberated in her mind, bringing with it a cascade of unwanted memories. Her stomach churned, and she felt an overwhelming urge to run. But she didn’t. Instead, she clenched her fists tighter and walked toward the hall, her feet heavy with dread and rage.
The rest of the family had gathered in the hall, their faces a mixture of shock and discomfort as they looked at the man who had been banished from their lives five years ago. Rishab stood in the doorway, his signature smirk plastered on his face, his eyes scanning the room as though he owned it.
He hadn’t changed. He was still the same—arrogant, smug, and utterly vile.
Amrutha’s breathing quickened as her gaze locked onto him. Every fiber of her being screamed to look away, but she couldn’t. She stood rooted to the spot, her mind replaying the worst night of her life. She felt like she was suffocating, the weight of her trauma pressing down on her.
Rishab’s eyes finally landed on her. His smirk deepened, and he took a step toward her.
But before he could get any closer, Rithvik stepped in between them. His tall, broad frame shielded Amrutha completely as he faced his half-brother. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes were ablaze with anger.
“Tum firse aa gaye?” Rithvik’s voice was low and dangerous, each word dripping with venom. “Lagta hai jo pichli baar hua tha, woh kaafi nahi tha.”
Rishab chuckled darkly. “Areh, Rithvik, itni nafrat? Main toh bas apne bhai ko congrats karne aya hoon.”
Rithvik didn’t flinch. His hand shot up to rest protectively on Amrutha’s shoulder. She stiffened at the contact but didn’t move away.
“Tum humse jitna door rahein, utna hi behtar hai,” Rithvik warned, his voice firm. “Yeh mera ghar hai, meri family hai, aur meri patni hai. Tumhare liye yahan koi jagah nahi hai. Ek kadam bhi aage badhaya toh mujhse bura koi nahi hoga.”
Rishab’s smirk faltered for a split second, but he quickly masked it with indifference. “Relax, bhai. Main bas tumhe milne aya tha. Agar tum itna darte ho, toh main chala jaunga. For now.”
He turned to leave but not before throwing one last glance at Amrutha. “See you around, amrutha .”
Amrutha’s heart raced, her mind still spinning from everything that had just happened. But one thing was clear—this wasn’t the last she’d see of Rishab Khurana.
Rishab had barely turned on his heel, his smirk intact, when a stern voice stopped him in his tracks.
“Rishab, ruko.”
The entire room turned toward Mr. Khurana, the patriarch of the family, who had finally spoken. Though his voice carried authority, his expression betrayed the strain of having to deal with yet another conflict. He wasn’t fond of Rishab’s behavior or his actions, but the weight of societal expectations and the family’s reputation often outweighed his personal feelings.
Rishab paused, turning back with an arched brow. “Ji, Papa? Kuch kehna hai?”
Mr. Khurana stepped forward, his gaze sharp. “Tum yahan rukoge. Yeh tumhara bhi ghar hai, aur shaadi ke ghar mein yeh tamasha bardasht nahi hoga. Log kya kahenge?”
Rithvik’s fists clenched at his father’s words. He opened his mouth to protest, his anger barely contained, but before he could speak, a gentle tug on the back of his shirt stopped him.
Amrutha.
Her trembling hand clutched his shirt, and he turned his head slightly, catching a glimpse of her face. She wasn’t looking up, her eyes fixed on the floor, her breathing uneven. But her grip on his shirt spoke volumes—it wasn’t just a request; it was a plea.
Rithvik’s jaw tightened. He didn’t know why she was so uncomfortable, but he could sense her unease, her fear. And for him, Amrutha’s comfort and safety were non-negotiable.
Without a word, he reached back and covered her hand with his, holding it tightly but gently, as if silently telling her, “I’m here.”
He turned back to Rishab, his voice low but laced with warning. “Tum yahan ruk rahe ho toh ek baat samajh lo—apni hadd mein rehna. Agar meri patni ya meri family ke aas-paas bhi koi problem create ki, toh is baar main tumhe maaf nahi karunga.”
Rishab tilted his head, his smirk returning. “Relax, bhai. Tumhari patni aur family safe hain. Main yahan sirf apna family ke saath rehne aya hoon.”
Rithvik’s eyes narrowed, but he said nothing more. Instead, he turned toward Amrutha, gently guiding her with a hand on her back.
“Chalo,” he murmured softly, his voice a stark contrast to the sharp tone he had just used with Rishab.
Amrutha followed him silently, her heart pounding as they ascended the staircase to their room.
The moment they entered, Rithvik shut the door behind them, his hand still resting on her back. He turned her to face him, his intense gaze searching hers.
“Amrutha,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “Tum theek ho?”
She nodded quickly, avoiding his eyes. But Rithvik wasn’t convinced. He stepped closer, his hand lightly grazing her arm. “Mujhe nahi pata tumhare aur Rishab ke beech kya problem hai, par ek baat yaad rakhna—tum mere saath ho. Tumhe mujhse kuch bhi kehne ki zarurat ho, toh mat sochna. Main hamesha tumhare saath hoon.”
Her eyes welled up at his words, but she quickly blinked back the tears. “Main… main theek hoon.”
Rithvik didn’t push her further. He knew she wasn’t ready to talk, and he wouldn’t force her. But as he stood there, watching her retreat to the corner of the room, he silently vowed to uncover the truth.
No matter what it takes, I’ll make sure you’re safe, Amrutha, he thought to himself.
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The evening descended into an uneasy quiet as the Khurana mansion basked in the soft glow of the setting sun. Guests had long departed, but the air remained thick with tension following Rishab’s unexpected arrival. The family, once buzzing with excitement for Rithvik and Amrutha’s marriage, now found themselves uneasy, knowing the newlyweds needed time to adapt to this new chapter.
In the kitchen, Amrutha stood by the counter, carefully preparing tea for everyone. The rhythmic clinking of cups was the only sound in the silence.
“Amrutha beta,” her mother-in-law entered with a warm smile, “Rithvik bete ko chai garam pasand hai. Tum unhe sabse pehle dedo. Baaki sab ko main de dungi.” Her voice was laced with subtle encouragement, a clear attempt to nudge her son and daughter-in-law closer.
Amrutha hesitated for a moment, her fingers gripping the handle of the cup. She nodded reluctantly, taking a deep breath to compose herself, and stepped out of the kitchen.
After her mother-in-law left the kitchen, As she made her way toward the living room, a figure suddenly blocked her path.
“Amrutha,” Rishab drawled, his voice dripping with mockery, “kahaan ja rahi ho itni jaldi mein? Rithvik ko chai dene?” His smirk widened as he leaned casually against the wall, blocking her way.
Amrutha straightened, her eyes narrowing. “Rishab, hato raaste se.”
He chuckled darkly, taking a step closer. “Tumhe lagta hai, tumhare jaise ek bechari iss ghar mein apni jagah bana paayegi? Mujhe toh yeh shaadi ek mazaak lagti hai. Tum jaanti ho na, tum aur Rithvik ek doosre ke liye bilkul galat ho?”
Amrutha’s grip tightened around the cup, but she remained rooted in her place, her glare unwavering. “Aur tumhe lagta hai, tumhare jaise insaan ko yahan wapas aane ka haq hai?” she countered, her voice sharp.
Rishab’s smirk faltered for a moment, but he recovered quickly. “Tum jaise logo ka kaam toh bas chup rehna hai, Amrutha. Tumhaare jaise ladkiyon ka is ghar mein koi lena dena nahi hota. Tum toh bas—”
Before he could finish, Amrutha’s patience snapped. Without a second thought, she tilted her hand, pouring the scalding hot tea onto his arm.
“Aaah!” Rishab yelped, jumping back as the tea scalded his skin. He glared at her, his face contorted in a mix of pain and anger. “Tumhari himmat kaise hui?!”
Amrutha stepped closer, her voice calm but laced with venom. “Himmat mujhe tum jaise log dete ho, Rishab Khurana. Aur yeh meri pehli aur akhri warning hai—mere raaste mein mat aana. Tumne jo bhi kiya hai, main sab kuch sab ke saamne laakar rahungi. Its not a warning and it’s a threat remember.”
She jabbed a finger at his chest, her eyes blazing with determination. “Ab agar tumne mujhse panga lene ki koshish bhi ki, toh yeh chai toh sirf shuruaat hai.”
Rishab glared at her, too stunned and humiliated to respond. Clenching his fists, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the hallway.
Amrutha took a deep breath, steadying herself. Her heart was pounding, but she refused to let him see her falter.
From the staircase above, Rithvik had witnessed the entire exchange. Leaning casually against the railing, he smirked, impressed by his wife’s fiery spirit.
“ fierce tigress,” he murmured to himself, shaking his head in amusement.
Amrutha was about to take the stairs with another cup of tea cup rithvik hide himself behind a pillar , she was replaying the events of the day in her mind, when one of the security guards approached her with an envelope in hand.
“Madam, yeh aapke liye hai,” the guard said, extending the envelope.
Amrutha frowned, her instincts immediately on alert. “Mere liye?” she asked, taking the envelope with hesitation. Kept the tea cup on the teapoy.
She examined it. There was no sender’s name, just her own name scrawled on the front in neat handwriting. She glanced up at the guard, who merely nodded and walked away.
With trembling hands, she tore the envelope open and pulled out the letter. Her eyes scanned the lines quickly, her heartbeat accelerating with each word.
—
“Dear Amrutha,
You don’t know who I am, but I know you very well. I also know what Rishab did to you that night. I couldn’t help you back then, but now, as you’re trying to seek justice for yourself, I want to help you. This is the least I can do to lessen my guilt for not standing up for you earlier.
Remember one thing, Amrutha—this fight is yours. You have to fight it yourself. I can only guide you, offer you a path, but the war must be won by you.
Think of me as Sri Krishna, showing you the way. The battle, however, is yours to fight like Arjun in kurukshetra.
If you’re ready for this battle, come to the address mentioned below tomorrow. A journalist named Vasudha will be waiting there for you.
Good luck, and I’m confident you’ll get the justice you deserve.
Your well-wisher”
—
Amrutha’s grip on the paper tightened as she read the last line. Her mind raced with conflicting emotions—shock, anger, and confusion.
“Yeh kaun hai? Aur mujhe madad kyun karna chahta hai?” she murmured to herself. She reread the letter, her suspicion growing.
The mention of that nightmade her stomach churn. It brought back memories she had buried deep, memories she wished she could erase forever. But the promise of justice sparked a flicker of hope—and a shadow of doubt.
“Yeh Rishab ka koi naya jaal toh nahi? Kya pata yeh mujhe aur kamzor banane ki ek aur koshish ho,” she thought, pacing the room.
Her eyes fell on the address mentioned in the letter. The name Vasudha was unfamiliar, but the words in the letter resonated deeply with her.
“Kya karun? Agar yeh sach mein madad hai, toh mujhe yeh moka nahi khona chahiye. Lekin agar yeh ek trap hai…” Her voice trailed off, indecision clouding her mind.
Amrutha folded the letter carefully and clutched it close to her chest. She knew she had to decide soon—whether to risk it all in the hope of justice or stay cautious and let the opportunity slip away.
“Kal ka din hi sab kuch saaf karega,” she whispered, her resolve hardening. As much as she doubted the letter’s intent, a part of her was ready to take the risk.
Unbeknownst to her, from the shadows of the staircase, Rithvik watched her silently, his arms crossed. His sharp eyes caught the flicker of fear and determination in her expression, and though he didn’t know what had shaken her, he resolved to stay vigilant.
“Jo bhi hai, Amrutha. Tumhare saath kuch galat hone nahi doonga,” he muttered under his breath, turning and disappearing into the hallway.
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The morning sun filtered through the curtains as Amrutha stirred awake, realizing she was half-laying on Rithvik yet again. It had become a pattern she was now embarrassed about. But before she could adjust herself, Rithvik had already moved away without disturbing her. He had mastered the art of slipping out of bed gracefully.
By the time she got ready to meet the journalist Vasudha, the house was bustling with activity. She made her way to the hallway, where the entire family seemed to have gathered, their curious eyes fixed on her.
“Amrutha, kaha ja rahi ho?” her mother-in-law questioned, her voice tinged with curiosity.
“To office, Maa,” Amrutha lied smoothly, keeping her tone neutral.
“Shaadi ko abhi do din bhi nahi hue, aur tum abhi se office jaane lagi?” Her mother-in-law raised an eyebrow, clearly disapproving.
Before Amrutha could respond, Rithvik’s deep voice interrupted from behind. “Haan toh, main bhi toh office ja raha hoon, Maa. Jaise mere kaam mere liye important hain, waise hi Amrutha ke kaam bhi uske liye zaroori hain.”
All heads turned toward him as he strode into the room, dressed sharply in a three-piece suit. His calm yet authoritative demeanor silenced any further objections. The family sighed in resignation, and everyone settled down for breakfast.
—
The dining table was a blend of chatter and awkward silences. Rishab, seated at one corner, kept glancing at Amrutha, clearly plotting something sinister. When he opened his mouth to make a snide remark, one cold glare from Rithvik was enough to shut him up.
Amrutha’s heart skipped a beat as she felt Rithvik silently shielding her. She couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of security around him, even though their relationship was far from ideal.
Just as the tension seemed to ease, the doorbell rang. The butler opened it to reveal Shourya, Amrutha’s brother. A wide smile spread across Amrutha’s face as she stood abruptly and ran toward him.
“Shourya!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around him in a tight hug. Her voice was filled with joy, and for the first time in days, she looked genuinely happy.
Shourya hugged her back, his protective instincts kicking in the moment he stepped into the Khurana mansion. His eyes darted around until they landed on Rishab. His expression darkened instantly, his jaw tightening.
“Shourya,” Mr. Khurana greeted warmly, oblivious to the tension. “What a pleasant surprise!”
Shourya didn’t take his eyes off Rishab as he replied, “Actually, main apni behen ko pag phere ke liye lene aaya hoon.”
The family welcomed him warmly, inviting him to join them for breakfast. Shourya agreed reluctantly, but his every muscle was taut with anger as he sat across from Rishab.
Rishab, sensing Shourya’s hostility, smirked arrogantly, as if daring him to act. Shourya gripped his fork tightly, his knuckles turning white, ready to lash out.
Amrutha, noticing her brother’s growing rage, discreetly placed her hand over his under the table. She shook her head ever so slightly, silently pleading with him to let it go. Shourya exhaled deeply, forcing himself to relax.
After breakfast, Shourya and Amrutha left the mansion. As they walked out, Amrutha cast one last glance back, locking eyes with Rishab, who was leaning against the doorway with an evil smirk.
The look in his eyes sent a chill down her spine, but she quickly turned away, focusing on the task ahead.
But her eyes met with Rithvik ‘s eyes , who blinked as if saying , ” go ahead I will take care of him ”
He watched Amrutha and Shourya leave. His gaze shifted to Rishab, standing in the doorway with that sinister expression.
“Tumhare irade kuch theek nahi lag rahe, Rishab,” Rithvik muttered to himself, his hands clenching into fists.
After a moment, he grabbed his briefcase and car keys, preparing to leave for the office. But before he walked out, he made a mental note: Amrutha ki safety
ab meri zimmedari hai.
*************Chapter end **************