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I've published one more book [Caged in Destiny] and I will start writing the chapters as soon as this book gets completed.
But this time I'm trying something different, I will first upload the chapters on stck.me than after some time will start on wattpad too.
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Happy reading....
As the man's smirk grew wider, Ishika's heart sank. He gazed at her with an unnerving intensity, then shifted his attention to Siya, who stood frozen in front of him and Amaira.
"Amaira, please don't do this," Siya begged, her voice trembling with desperation, exhausted from their endless arguments.
"Siya, get the fuck off! Enough of your gyaans now. I will do what I want," Amaira spat, her teeth clenched in anger, her eyes blazing with a fierce determination.
The dark sky seemed to darken further, as if mirroring the ominous atmosphere.
As they continued to bicker, Ishika frantically tried to open the door, but it was locked from the outside. Someone had deliberately locked it, trapping her inside.
Amaira's eyes seemed to gleam with a sinister intent. Ishika's mind racing with fear, she tried to call for help, but the music on the ground floor was deafeningly loud.
Her heartbeat fastened, her breath caught in her throat; she tried to find her phone in the room, her hands shaking uncontrollably.
Scared of what might happen next, she steeled herself, taking a deep breath. "Ishuu, you've to do it, please stop getting scared," she mumbled, trying to calm herself.
As soon as she tried to call, a sound of gunshot pierced the air, shattering the silence. The phone slipped from her grasp, her eyes widening in horror. Her throat got dry, tears brimmed in her eyes; the cold, thick air seemed to suffocate her.
With fumbled legs, she stumbled into the balcony, her eyes scanning the scene before her. "S...Siya," she whispered, her voice barely audible. The view was terrifying - Siya lay there, her eyes half-closed, blood oozing out from the left side of her chest.
On the other side, Amaira stood, shocked and frozen. She turned to look at Varun, her eyes filled with tears. "What you did, Varun?" she spoke, her voice trembling with anguish; her sister lay before her, shot by the man she loved.
"It was needed, Amaira," Varun replied, his voice devoid of emotion, his eyes gleaming with a sinister intensity.
"But don't worry, nothing will happen to her. I've shot her in a place where she can't die." Amaira's eyes seemed to question Varun's words, her mind reeling with shock and doubt.
"Amaira, get aside," a loud shout pierced the air, making them turn toward the voice. Ishika stood in the balcony, pointing her gun towards Varun, where Amaira stood close to him.
"Amaira, I said, get aside," she shouted once more, her voice firm and commanding.
Varun locked his hands with Amaira's, his eyes gleaming with a possessive intensity. "Our love is the strongest, right, Amaira?" he whispered to her, but Amaira didn't react, still trying to process the scene before her.
"Amaira, please stop, at least now you should open your eyes, your sister is lying there, on the verge of dying, and because of whom? Him, right?" Ishika tried to confront, her voice laced with desperation.
The air seemed to thicken, fog swirling around them, obscuring their faces. "Enough," Varun spat, pointing his gun towards Ishika. "Varun, stop, please no," Amaira spoke, trying to stop him, but Ishika stood firm, undaunted.
In that moment, Ishika didn't fear for her own life, but for the tiny life growing inside her. "No, Amaira, enough. I was really calm until your family supported us, but now we only have to win on our love," Varun sneered, his eyes blazing with a fierce determination.
But Amaira didn't listen; she tried to snatch the gun. In that struggle, the gun pointed towards Amaira. She didn't notice, but Ishika did, her eyes widening in horror.
"Varun!" Ishika shouted, trying to distract him, but it was too late. The sound of another gunshot echoed through the air, shattering the silence.
"Bhabhi," Amaira whispered, her voice barely audible. "Amaira," Ishika whispered back, tears streaming down her face. Amaira lay before her, blood oozing out.
With blurry eyes, Amaira first gazed at the man she loved, but instead of concern, he wore a smirk on his face.
A chilling realization dawned on her - she had been betrayed. Her eyes drifted to her bhabhi, Ishika, who sat nearby, overcome with grief, her body racked with sobs.
Amaira's lips curled into a faint, poignant smile as she looked at Ishika, a silent apology for the pain she had caused. Then, her gaze shifted to Siya, her sister, her eyes welling up with tears. "I hope I die," Amaira whispered, her voice barely audible, as she closed her eyes, her body succumbing to the darkness.
Yet, fate had other plans, and she didn't succumb to death's cold embrace.
The sound of the gunshot echoed through the air, loud enough to pierce the music's cacophony, carrying outside the confines of the room.
The guards, alerted by the sound, sprang into action, their guns at the ready, as they rushed towards the scene. Varun, aware of their approach, seized the opportunity to flee, disappearing into the shadows.
The guards arrived, their faces set in grim determination, their throats dry with anticipation. Before them lay the two princesses of the Rathore family, their bodies broken and bleeding, their lives hanging precariously in the balance.
Their eyes landed on their ranisa, Ishika, who sat in the balcony, her gun still clutched in her hand, her body shaking with uncontrollable sobs.
As they took in the scene, a mix of emotions swirled within them - shock, horror, and a deep sense of sadness. They mentally reconstructed the events that had transpired, but they knew they couldn't afford to linger.
With a shared sense of purpose, they left to inform the rest of the family, their hearts heavy with the weight of the devastating news they carried.
My hands trembled uncontrollably as I gazed at the heart-wrenching scene unfolding before me. Reyansh and Avyaan carefully carried Amaira and Siya in their arms, leading them to the car.
I yearned to rush down, to be by their side, but my body seemed frozen in place, paralyzed by the sheer horror of it all. My voice was trapped in my throat, unable to utter a sound, as tears streamed down my face like a relentless torrent.
My gaze remained fixed on the gun still clutched in my hand, my mind reeling with the devastating truth. "I-I killed Amaira," I stuttered, the words barely audible, as the flashback of the events played out before my eyes like a haunting nightmare.
But how could I have shot her? The gun had been empty, devoid of any bullets. I recalled the moment I saw Siya lying on the floor, her body covered in blood.
I knew then that Varun was a monster, capable of unspeakable evil. He wouldn't hesitate to kill Amaira too. I had to act, to protect them.
I remembered spotting the gun on the sofa, my mind racing with confusion. Who could have left it there? I didn't have time to ponder; I seized the gun, my heart racing with anticipation.
With trembling hands, I checked the bullet space, only to find it empty. But I had to try, to scare Varun, to save Amaira.
The flashback faded, and I was once again drowning in my thoughts. But then, I felt an intense gaze upon me. I looked down to see Avyaan standing before me, his eyes blazing with anger, his veins popping out of his forehead. My heart shattered into a million pieces as he turned and walked away, leaving me broken and bereft.
"Why, why, why?" I wailed, my body racked with sobs. "Every time, whenever something good starts happening, it gets spoiled."
I hugged my knees, rocking back and forth, as tears continued to flow like a river. "Even Kanha can't see me happy," I whispered, my head resting on my hand, my heart heavy with despair.
The sound of the door unlocking reached my ears, but I was too numb to respond. I remained frozen, unable to move, unable to face the world. Suddenly, I was jerked upright, my hand pulled roughly, forcing me to stand.
I stumbled, my eyes fixed on Avyaan's face, his eyes still blazing with anger.
I yearned to hug him, to hold him close, but I knew I couldn't. The family wanted answers, and only I and Siya knew the truth. But Siya lay on the brink of death, and I was left to face the consequences alone.
I opened my mouth to speak, but the words refused to come. "Avyaan," I whispered, my voice barely audible. But he wasn't having it. "SHUT UP" he bellowed, his voice like thunder, making me tremble with fear.
His eyes, once filled with love and adoration, now seemed to hold only anger and hatred towards me. I felt my heart shattering into a million pieces. I couldn't bear his hatred; it was suffocating me.
I will die.
"Who shot them?" he demanded, his voice cold and detached. I tried to speak, but my heartbeats were racing, making it hard to form words. "Avyaan, please...it's hurting," I hissed, trying to free my hand from his crushing grip.
He released my hand, and I stumbled backward, my eyes fixed on his face. "I asked something, Ishika," he growled, taking a step closer. I tried to speak, but my voice caught in my throat.
"I-I-I..." I stuttered, my heart racing with fear. "ISHIKA, I ASKED SOMETHING!" he bellowed, making me jump. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself.
"Th-that man," I finally managed to speak, my voice barely above a whisper. "Who?" he demanded, taking another step closer, his eyes blazing with anger.
My hand clenched my saree, trying to find some semblance of courage. "T-hat V-" I stuttered, but he cut me off.
"I ASKED WHO!" he thundered, throwing a vase on the floor behind me, making me shut my eyes. When I opened them again, Avyaan's face was inches from mine, his eyes blazing with fury.
"You don't have any answer, Ishika, because the bullet they got shot with was from the fucking gun you're holding in your hand!" My eyes widened in horror as I stared at the gun, now lying on the floor, as if it had betrayed me.
"N-no, I didn't do anything, I swear!" I pleaded, clutching his biceps, tears streaming down.
Before I could utter a word, his phone rang, shrill and insistent, breaking the tense silence between us. He gazed at me, and for a fleeting moment, his eyes softened, a glimmer of the love and tenderness we once shared flickering to life.
But it was short-lived, as he jerked me away from him, his movements rough and unyielding.
My heart shattered into a million pieces, the pain of his rejection like a physical blow. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of despair, unable to keep my head above water.
He answered the call, his voice low and husky, as he gazed at me with a dangerous intensity, his eyes blazing with a fierce warning. "Till I get back, you'll not step outside this room," he growled, his words dripping with an unspoken threat.
I felt a shiver run down my spine as I met his gaze, my eyes widening in alarm. Is he leaving? But why? I couldn't help but feel a pang of selfishness, wanting him to stay with me, to comfort me.
But I knew I had to push those feelings aside. His sisters needed him now, and I couldn't stand in the way.
I nodded, trying to appear brave, but inside, I was trembling with fear. "If you try to pull any stunt, remember, I won't leave you, and be ready to speak the truth," he warned, his voice cold and detached.
And with that, he turned and left the room, closing the door behind him with a resounding thud. But what caused me to cry even more was the sound of the lock clicking into place, trapping me inside.
I felt like a prisoner, confined and helpless, with no escape from the turmoil that ravaged my heart.
He locked me in this room all alone.
I know this chapter is a little disturbing, like you'll asked to not do something more.
But without a hard storm we can't understand how strong their relation is, and yeah don't hate on any character not on avyaan nor on Amaira, you've to understand the situation.
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