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Third-Person Narration
It had been nearly an hour since Shivanya had found herself trapped inside a long, black limousine with a group of strangers.
The only name she knew was the name of their boss.
Zorvik Rawat.
And somehow, even hearing that name made her stomach twist.
The limousine itself was enough to tell her that whoever Zorvik Rawat was, he wasn't an ordinary man.
Everything inside the vehicle screamed money-the soft leather seats, the polished wooden panels, the subtle golden lighting, the spotless interiors that looked as though they had never known a single imperfection.
But the convoy following behind it screamed something else.
Power.
Several black SUVs moved behind the limousine in perfect formation, maintaining a distance that felt almost calculated. Men dressed in black sat inside them, their faces expressionless, their eyes constantly scanning their surroundings.
Shivanya had seen enough movies to know what a convoy like this meant.
Influence.
Authority.
Danger.
And she had absolutely no idea why she was sitting in the middle of it.
She sat stiffly against the leather seat, her fingers intertwined tightly in her lap. Her thoughts had been running in circles for almost an hour.
She was nervous.
Scared.Anxious.Confused.
And, above everything else, angry.
One question kept returning to her mind.
Who exactly was Zorvik Rawat?
Why did his father want her to marry his son?
What kind of family was she being dragged into?
And the question that disturbed her the most-
What was the Black Throne?
She had heard the name before.
But nobody had bothered to explain what it meant.
Every time she had asked where they were taking her, the man sitting nearby had given her nothing but silence.
That silence had somehow become more frightening than any answer could have been.
Shivanya turned towards the window again.
The world outside had disappeared into darkness.
The tinted glass reflected her own face at her-a woman who had left Kashi believing she was finally running away from her problems.
Yet somehow...
She had only managed to run straight into another one.
A much bigger one.
A much darker one.
Lost in her thoughts, she barely noticed when the limousine began to slow.
The engine softened.
The tyres rolled over what seemed like a smoother surface.
Then-
The vehicle came to a complete halt.
Shivanya's heartbeat immediately quickened.
The door opened.
A cool breeze rushed inside.
"Ma'am."
She looked towards the open door.
For a moment, she sat there.
Then she gathered whatever courage she had left and stepped out.
And froze.
Her breath caught somewhere in her throat.
In front of her stood a mansion.
Not merely a mansion.
It looked like something that had been pulled out of another era and placed beside the sea.
The enormous structure rose against the night sky, its architecture carrying the elegance of an old European estate. Tall arched windows stretched across the dark stone walls, framed by intricate carvings that looked as though they had been crafted by hands belonging to another century.
The mansion wasn't bright.
It didn't need to be.
Warm golden lights glowed from behind the windows, spilling softly onto the terraces and stone pathways. Their glow only made the darker corners of the estate seem deeper.
Older.
Mysterious.
Almost alive.
Massive wooden doors stood at the entrance, darkened with age and framed by towering pillars. Creeping ivy covered parts of the exterior, wrapping itself around the stone as if nature had slowly claimed the building over the years.
And above it all...
The moon hung brilliantly in the sky.
Its silver light fell across the mansion's dark exterior, creating a strange contrast between beauty and darkness.
Shivanya slowly turned her head.
And then she saw the sea.
The mansion stood beside an endless stretch of beach, close enough that she could hear the waves crashing against the shore.
Whoosh.
The water rolled in.
Crash.
Then retreated.
The sound was strangely calming.
Almost familiar.
For a fleeting moment, Shivanya was reminded of the ghats of Kashi-the place she had grown up around, the place where water had always carried memories for her.
But this wasn't Ganga.
This was the ocean.
And somehow, standing there beneath the moonlight, Shivanya felt as though she had crossed more than just a geographical distance.
She had crossed into another world.
Her lips parted slightly.
She simply stared.
The mansion.
The ocean.
The moon.
The silence.Chapter 3 - To Be Fiancés
Shivanya's POV
It had been only a few seconds since he disappeared through the grand wooden door when a maid approached me.
She was dressed in a neatly pressed uniform, her posture straight and her expression composed.
"Ma'am, this way, please."
Her voice was firm, yet respectful.
I glanced once toward the door he had disappeared behind.
There was no way I could follow him.
And, honestly, I wasn't sure I wanted to.
With no other option, I silently followed her.
The mansion seemed even larger from the inside than it had appeared from the outside. Long corridors stretched endlessly before us, each one opening into another hallway or leading toward another set of doors.
There were rooms everywhere.
Some doors were partially open, revealing glimpses of beautifully decorated spaces, while others remained firmly shut, giving me no idea what lay behind them.
The entire place felt less like a mansion and more like a world of its own.
A world I had somehow been brought into without ever agreeing to enter it.
The maid finally stopped in front of a large door.
"Your room, ma'am."
My room.
The words sounded strangely unfamiliar.
I looked at the door for a moment before she opened it for me.
I stepped inside.
As expected, the room was nothing like anything I had ever stayed in before.
It was lavish, but not overwhelmingly so.
The entire room followed a beautiful green theme, with different shades blending together effortlessly. Soft touches of gold decorated the interiors, catching the warm light from the elegant lamps and chandeliers.
The bed was enormous, covered in perfectly arranged cushions and plush bedding. Tall curtains framed the large windows, while delicate golden details appeared throughout the room.
Everything looked carefully chosen.
Expensive.
Perfect.
Almost too perfect.
I slowly walked further inside, taking everything in.
For a few seconds, I completely forgot about where I was.
My admiration of the room was interrupted by the maid's voice.
"Ma'am, would you like anything?"
I turned toward her.
"No," I replied quietly. "I'm fine."
She gave a small nod.
"Ma'am, if you need anything, you can feel free to ask for it anytime."
I simply nodded.
"Now, I'll take my leave."
"Thank you," I whispered.
She smiled politely before stepping out.
The door closed behind her.
And suddenly-
silence.
Complete silence.
I stood there in the middle of that enormous room, staring at the closed door.
For the first time since arriving here, there was no one around me.
No guards.
No servants.
No questions.
No Zorvik.
Just me.
And the thoughts I had been desperately trying not to think about.
I slowly turned toward the bed and let out a breath I hadn't even realised I was holding.
This was supposed to be my room.
At least for tonight.
But somehow, it didn't feel like mine at all.
Nothing about this place did.
Not the mansion.
Not Brillium.
Not him.
And certainly not the future everyone seemed to have already decided for me.
To be his fiancée.
The thought alone made my stomach twist.
I closed my eyes for a moment.
This couldn't be real.
Yet, somewhere deep inside, I already knew-
this was only the beginning.
The convoy of black vehicles behind her.
It was beautiful.
But there was something unsettling about its beauty.
The mansion looked like a place where secrets could survive for generations.
A place where people whispered instead of spoke.
A place where every locked door probably had a story behind it.
It was magnificent enough to belong to royalty...
Yet intimidating enough to make her wonder what kind of man called it home.For several seconds, Shivanya forgot that she was supposed to be afraid.She simply stood there, staring at the enormous estate with open disbelief.
Then, without even realizing it, she whispered,
"Hey Shivji... koi itna ameer kaise ho sakta hai?"
Her eyes travelled slowly across the mansion.
"Aur yeh sab itna sundar kaise hai?"
A tiny breath escaped her.
She had seen expensive houses before.
She had seen luxury.
But this wasn't simply luxury.
This was something else.
Something grander.
Something darker.
Something that felt as though it belonged to a man who didn't simply own wealth...
but commanded it.
And Shivanya had no idea yet-
that the mansion standing before her wasn't merely a house.
It was the first doorway into Zorvik Rawat's world.
And once she stepped through it...
There would be no going back.
"Ma'am."
The familiar voice pulled Shivanya out of her thoughts.
She turned around.
The same man who had accompanied her throughout the journey was standing a few feet away, his expression as unreadable as ever.
"This way, please."
Shivanya blinked.
"Excuse me?"
But before she could ask anything else, he had already turned towards the mansion and started walking.
She stared at his retreating figure for a moment.
"Seriously?"
No answer.
He simply continued towards the enormous entrance.
Shivanya sighed.
Of course.
Because apparently, nobody in this strange world believed in answering her questions.
She adjusted the strap of her handbag and reluctantly followed him.
The massive wooden doors opened as they approached, revealing a corridor that looked as though it belonged to an entirely different era.
The moment Shivanya stepped inside, she slowed.
Her eyes widened.
The first thing she noticed was the marble.
Cream-coloured marble stretched across the entire floor, polished to such perfection that the chandelier lights reflected upon it like scattered stars. Every step she took produced a faint echo, making the enormous corridor feel even larger than it actually was.
She carefully placed one foot after another.
"Bas, Shivanya... girna mat."
The last thing she needed was to embarrass herself in front of an army of strangers.
But the floor wasn't the only thing catching her attention.
The corridor was lined with towering pillars decorated with delicate gold detailing. The walls were painted in muted ivory and cream, their edges framed with intricate mouldings. Antique mirrors hung between enormous paintings, each one surrounded by elaborate golden frames.
There were sculptures too.
Some carved from white marble.
Others made from dark wood.
A few looked so old that Shivanya couldn't even guess their age.
Everything had been chosen with extraordinary precision.
Nothing looked cheap.
Nothing looked ordinary.
Even the flower arrangements seemed expensive.
Fresh white lilies stood inside enormous handcrafted vases, their fragrance drifting through the cool air.
And then she noticed the people.
Several servants stood quietly along both sides of the corridor.
The moment Shivanya passed them, they lowered their heads respectfully.
"Good evening, ma'am."
She stopped.
Her eyebrows knitted together.
She looked behind herself.
No one.
She looked forward again.
They were looking at her.
"Me?"
Confusion flickered across her face.
She continued walking, but her mind was racing.
If she had been kidnapped...
Why was everyone treating her like a guest?
The man who had brought her here hadn't dragged her out of the limousine.
He hadn't threatened her.
He hadn't touched her unnecessarily.
He hadn't even raised his voice at her.
And now the servants were bowing as though she were someone important.
Someone expected.
Someone who belonged here.
Shivanya swallowed.
"Hey Shivji..."
She lowered her voice, glancing around suspiciously.
"Kis sankat mein daal diya hai humein?"
Her gaze moved from one servant to another.
"Ye sab kuch itna ajeeb kyun hai?"
She continued walking.
Yet despite the confusion, she couldn't stop herself from admiring the mansion.
Every few steps revealed something new.
A century-old grandfather clock stood against one wall, its golden hands moving with quiet precision.
A large antique console table held several porcelain artefacts that looked like they belonged in a museum.
At the end of another corridor stood an enormous painting depicting a stormy ocean beneath a dark sky.
There was something strangely poetic about it.
Beautiful.
Yet unsettling.
Much like the mansion itself.
Because the longer Shivanya walked through those halls, the more she noticed something that had initially escaped her.
The mansion was luxurious.
Impossibly luxurious.
But it didn't feel like a home.
There were no family photographs.
No scattered books.
No little signs of ordinary life.
No memories casually displayed on tables.
Nothing personal.
Nothing warm.
It looked lived in...
but not loved.
Everything was perfectly arranged.
Perfectly maintained.
Perfectly untouched.
As though someone had designed the entire place to impress visitors rather than comfort the people who stayed inside it.
Shivanya couldn't explain why, but the thought made her uneasy.
A house this beautiful should feel warm.
This one feels...
.
.
.
.
.
empty.
She didn't know that there was a reason for it.
This wasn't Zorvik Rawat's real home.
He belonged to a completely different world, in a completely different part of India.
This sprawling estate in Bali was merely a temporary residence-a property belonging to the Rawat family,
maintained for their occasional visits and private stays.
Zorvik had never intended to spend much time here.
Until Shivanya disappeared.
The moment he learned that she had left Kashi, everything changed.
And when the information reached him that she had somehow made her way to Bali...
He had come.
Not because Bali was home
But because she was here.
And now, for the first time, Shivanya was walking through a place that had been opened for her arrival.
Completely unaware of the reason behind it.
Completely unaware of the man waiting at the end of the corridor.
She continued walking, her eyes still wandering across the expensive interiors.
The polished marble reflected her silhouette beneath her feet.
She was so distracted by the grandeur around her that she didn't even realize how far they had walked.
Until the corridor suddenly opened into something much larger.
The man stopped
.
Shivanya nearly walked into him.
She looked up.
And then...
.
.
.
She saw the hall.
Her breath caught.
It was enormous.
A grand crystal chandelier hung from the towering ceiling, its hundreds of glass pieces scattering golden light throughout the room. Cream-coloured walls rose several feet above them, bordered with intricate gold detailing.
Dark wooden furniture contrasted beautifully against the pale interiors.
An enormous Persian carpet stretched across the centre of the hall.
Antique chairs stood arranged with almost mathematical precision.
Tall windows were covered by heavy cream curtains, their fabric falling elegantly to the floor.
Everything was immaculate.
Everything was expensive.
Everything was silent.
Shivanya slowly looked around.
And then her eyes travelled towards the far end of the hall.
There, slightly elevated above the rest of the room...
sat a man.
He occupied a large, high-backed chair that looked almost like a throne.
She didn't know his name yet.
She didn't know why she had been brought here.
And she certainly didn't know that the man sitting silently at the end of that hall...
was the reason her entire life was about to change.
For a few seconds, Shivanya simply stood there.
Her attention remained fixed on the man seated at the far end of the hall.
His posture was almost unnervingly still.
One elbow rested against the arm of the chair, his hand supporting the side of his head. His eyes remained closed, his expression unreadable.
He hadn't moved even once.
Is he... sleeping?
The thought crossed Shivanya's mind.
She wasn't sure whether to laugh at the absurdity of the situation or be even more frightened by it.
She stood there, uncertain of what she was supposed to do next, her fingers nervously tightening around the strap of her handbag.
The man who had brought her inside finally stepped forward.
"Sir, ma'am has-"
He didn't get to finish.
The man in the chair slowly lifted one hand.
That was it.
No command.
No explanation.
Just a simple gesture.
The man immediately understood.
He lowered his head respectfully before turning around and leaving the hall.
The enormous doors closed behind him.
Click.
And suddenly...
There were only two people in the room.
Shivanya.
And the stranger sitting before her.
The silence became unbearable.
She swallowed.
Her eyes wandered back towards him.
Now that they were alone, she allowed herself to observe him properly.
He was dressed in an impeccably tailored black tuxedo, the fabric sitting perfectly against his broad shoulders and muscular frame. Even beneath the formal clothing, his physique was impossible to miss.
A luxury watch adorned his left wrist, its metallic surface catching the chandelier's golden light every time he moved.
A small piercing glinted against his left ear.
Everything about him looked meticulously put together.
Everything...
Except his hair.
His dark hair was slightly dishevelled, strands falling carelessly across his forehead. It looked as though he had run his fingers through it repeatedly, perhaps out of irritation or deep thought.
Strangely enough, that small imperfection only made him appear more dangerous.
Less polished.
More real.
There was something about his presence that made the entire room feel smaller.
He hadn't said a word.
Yet Shivanya could feel his presence.
It was heavy.Commanding.
Almost predatory.
She shifted uncomfortably.
Why isn't he saying anything?
The silence began crawling beneath her skin.
Her anxiety increased with every passing second.
Finally, she gathered enough courage to speak.
But before she could-
"Hello, Doctor."
The voice stopped her completely.
Deep.
Low.
Controlled.
And carrying an unmistakable edge of authority.
The man slowly raised his head.
And their eyes met.
For the first time.
Everything else seemed to disappear.
Her hazel eyes collided with a pair of striking ocean-blue ones.
Neither moved.
Neither looked away.
For one strange moment, the fear inside Shivanya quieted.
She simply stared.
There was something unreal about him.
Not merely his appearance.
It was the aura surrounding him.
The confidence.
The stillness.
The way he occupied the room without making any effort to command it.
One thought slipped into her mind before she could stop it.
"Koyi itna unrealistic kaise ho sakta hai ?"
She had never experienced anything like this.
Never had someone's presence affected her so instantly.
There was something dangerously attractive about him.
Something she couldn't name.
Something she didn't want to admit.
Across from her, Zorvik studied her just as carefully.
He had expected many things.
Fear.
Anger.
Perhaps even hatred.
But not this.
She looked beautiful.
Yet there was an innocence in her that seemed completely untouched by the world around him.
How can someone look both beautiful and innocent at the same time?
His gaze remained on her.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
To him, she looked like an easy kill.
At least...
that's what he thought.
Neither of them seemed willing to break the strange silence.
Until-
Rrrrring!
The sharp sound of a phone ringing shattered the moment.
Zorvik's phone.
Without breaking eye contact, he reached into his pocket and answered.
"Hello."
He listened.
His expression remained unchanged.
Then his eyes returned completely to hers.
"She's with me."
Something about the way he said those words made Shivanya's confusion deepen.
He ended the call.
She couldn't take it anymore.
"Aap kon ho aur mujhe yaha kyun laya gaya hai?"
Her voice came out louder than she intended.
Sharp.
Frustrated.
Yet strangely soft at the edges.
The moment the words left her mouth, a tiny realization struck her.
Wait...
She had just raised her voice at a complete stranger who had an entire convoy of armed-looking men following him.
But frustration had already taken over.
She had been dragged across countries without being given a single proper explanation.
And she was done being quiet.
Zorvik didn't answer.
He simply looked at her.
That silence irritated her even more.
Seriously.
Her anxiety transformed into anger.
"Kya aapko sunayi nahi de raha?"
She took a step forward.
"Mein aapse kuch puch rahi hoon ?."
Her voice echoed through the hall.
"Aap kon hain?"
"And why the hell am I here?"
Nothing.
For several seconds, Zorvik remained silent.
Then, finally-
"I am your to-be fiancé."
Shivanya froze.
Her eyes widened.
For a moment, her brain refused to process the words.
Then everything clicked.
The name.
The deal.
Sarthak Rawat.
The marriage.
The Black Throne.
And suddenly she knew.
The man sitting before her...
was Zorvik Rawat.
The very man she had been running from.
The man whose father had entered her home and treated her marriage like a business arrangement.
Her blood boiled.
"Nonsense."
She stared at him in disbelief.
"Yeh kya bol rahe hai aap?"
And then-
Zorvik stood.
Slowly.
The movement alone made Shivanya's breath catch.
He was much taller than she had imagined.
Much more intimidating up close.
He began walking towards her.
One step.
Then another.
Slow.Firm.Deliberate.
His eyes never left hers.
Shivanya's confidence began slipping with every step he took.
Her heartbeat accelerated.
She instinctively moved backwards.
He kept coming.
Until he stopped just one step away from her.
The distance between them suddenly felt dangerously small.
He looked directly into her eyes.
Not at her.
Into her.
For the first time, Shivanya understood that the intimidating aura she'd sensed from across the room wasn't her imagination.
It was real.
Sweet and fierce at the same time.
The thought crossed Zorvik's mind.
Exactly how I thought.
Interesting.
Shivanya swallowed.
"Don't be so obsessed," he said calmly.
"I'm just telling you the future."
She scoffed.
"Future?"
She rolled her eyes, trying to hide how nervous she actually was.
"I don't know what kind of future you're talking about."
Then, more firmly-
"Kya aap mujhe batayenge ki mujhe yha pe kyun laya gaya hai?"
Zorvik inhaled slowly.
His jaw tightened.
"You're going back to India tomorrow."
Shivanya stared at him.
"Back to your home."
Her eyebrows rose.
"And why do you think I will listen to you?"
She folded her arms.
"Why would I do whatever you say?"
"You will."
His answer came instantly.
He began walking towards her again.
Shivanya instinctively stepped backwards.
"Because I want you to."
Another step.
She stepped back again.
Another.
Until-
Her back met something solid.
She froze.
Slowly, she turned her head.
The grand hall was behind them.
They had somehow moved into the adjoining corridor.
And now...
She was trapped.
Between the wall behind her...
And the imposing figure standing before her.
Her breath hitched.
Zorvik's tall frame blocked her escape, his presence overwhelming the small space between them.
She looked up at him.
He looked down at her.
For a moment, neither spoke.
Then frustration finally broke through his controlled exterior.
"Tumhare baap ne mera bahut dimaag kha liya hai."
His jaw clenched.
"Subah se."
He exhaled sharply.
"And now I have very little patience left."
His voice remained low, but the irritation underneath it was unmistakable.
Shivanya's eyes burned.
Tears had gathered there.
But she refused to let them fall.
Not here.
Not in front of him.
She wouldn't give him that satisfaction.
"Ye kya tareeka hai aapka?"
Her voice trembled.
"Doosron par roab dikha kar apna kaam karwana?"
She wiped beneath her eye before the tear could escape.
" aapke papa mere papa se mera hath kisi deal ki tarah mang rahe hai..."
Her voice broke slightly.
"...and now you bring me here against my will ."
She looked straight into his eyes.
"And now you're standing here telling me that I'm your to-be fiancé?"
A bitter laugh escaped her.
"Aapko aisa kun lagta hain ki jaisa aap log chahenge, vaisa hi hoga?"
Zorvik listened.
Silently.
He wasn't a patient man.
Not usually.
Yet for some reason, he let her finish.
Her tears were bothering him.
He didn't understand why.
He had seen people cry before.
He had made people cry before.
So why did the sight of tears in her eyes feel different?
Why did something inside his chest tighten every time she blinked, desperately trying to hold them back?
He pushed the thought away.
His expression hardened.
"You will marry me."
His voice was cold.
Final.
"And only me."
He held her gaze.
"Get that shit into your head."
Shivanya stared at him.
Then shook her head.
"No."
Her voice was barely above a whisper.
She swallowed.
"No, I won't."
She lifted her chin stubbornly despite the tears threatening to fall.
"Main aapse shaadi nahi karungi."
"Never."
Something flickered in his eyes.
Her stubbornness.
Her tears.
The way she was standing there despite being terrified.
It shouldn't have affected him.
But it did.
His jaw tightened.
"Enough."
The single word silenced the corridor.
"Don't test my patience."
His eyes remained locked with hers.
"We're leaving for India tomorrow."
His voice allowed no room for argument.
He took one final look at her tear-filled eyes.
Something about them unsettled him.
Something he couldn't understand.
He exhaled slowly and stepped away.
"The maid will escort you to your room."
Without waiting for a response, he turned around.
His footsteps echoed through the corridor.
Heavy.
Measured.
Powerful.
And then he disappeared into the darkness of the mansion.
Shivanya remained against the wall, staring after him.
Her heart was still racing.
Her mind was still trying to process everything.
And for the first time since she had run away from Kashi...
she realized something terrifying.
She hadn't escaped her problem.
She had walked straight into it.
And his name was-
Zorvik Rawat.
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Shivanya's POV
It had been only a few seconds since he disappeared through the grand wooden door when a maid approached me.
She was dressed in a neatly pressed uniform, her posture straight and her expression composed.
"Ma'am, this way, please."
Her voice was firm, yet respectful.
I glanced once toward the door he had disappeared behind.
There was no way I could follow him.
And, honestly, I wasn't sure I wanted to.
With no other option, I silently followed her.
The mansion seemed even larger from the inside than it had appeared from the outside. Long corridors stretched endlessly before us, each one opening into another hallway or leading toward another set of doors.
There were rooms everywhere.
Some doors were partially open, revealing glimpses of beautifully decorated spaces, while others remained firmly shut, giving me no idea what lay behind them.
The entire place felt less like a mansion and more like a world of its own.
A world I had somehow been brought into without ever agreeing to enter it.
The maid finally stopped in front of a large door.
"Your room, ma'am."
My room.
The words sounded strangely unfamiliar.
I looked at the door for a moment before she opened it for me.
I stepped inside.
As expected, the room was nothing like anything I had ever stayed in before.
It was lavish, but not overwhelmingly so.
The entire room followed a beautiful creme theme, with different shades blending together effortlessly. Soft touches of gold decorated the interiors, catching the warm light from the elegant lamps and chandeliers.
The bed was enormous, covered in perfectly arranged cushions and plush bedding. Tall curtains framed the large windows, while delicate golden details appeared throughout the room.
Everything looked carefully chosen.
Expensive.
Perfect.
Almost too perfect.
I slowly walked further inside, taking everything in.
For a few seconds, I completely forgot about where I was.
My admiration of the room was interrupted by the maid's voice.
"Ma'am, would you like anything?"
I turned toward her.
"No," I replied quietly. "I'm fine."
She gave a small nod.
"Ma'am, if you need anything, you can feel free to ask for it anytime."
I simply nodded.
"Now, I'll take my leave."
"Thank you," I whispered.
She smiled politely before stepping out.
The door closed behind her.
And suddenly-
silence.
Complete silence.
I stood there in the middle of that enormous room, staring at the closed door.
For the first time since arriving here, there was no one around me.
No guards.
No servants.
No questions.
No Zorvik.
Just me.
I closed my eyes for a moment.
And took a deep breath.
I just agreed to come to this room because I needed to think how to escape from this chaos. i needed some space.
I went bathroom and washed my face ,as i looked in the mirror i reliased that my eyes became red due to so much of crying from few days
I just can't be in this room for whole night I have to think about something i
knew I won't be able to run away from here because of the no. of guards guarding this whole estate .
But instead of knowing this really well
I coose to take my choice .
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END OF THE CHAPTER
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