Ani stood in the center of veer 'grand , stone cold mansion , the weight of his threat still clawing at her spine .
"A mission to prove my loyalty ... " She whispered to herself , clutching the sealed envelope he left on the table . She hadn't open it yet . Part of her didn't want to .
But her brother 's life was the rope tightening around her neck .
With trembling fingers , she peeled it open .
Inside was a name .
A photograph .
A location.
"Zoya mirza - kanpur. A traitor ".
Just three words . No back story . No justification.
Ani 's ghaze fell on the woman's face - mid thirties , sharp eye , a subtle scar near her brow . She looked..... Terrified.
not dangerous .
Took her hours , multiple wrong addresses, no one tense alleyway chase before she finally safehouse mantioned in the file .
Ani knocked three times .
Silence .
Then -
Who sent you
The voice was sharp . From behind the door .
Ani hesitated . '"I-I'm not here to hurt you .
I just need to talk . Please.
The door cracked open . Zoya 's eyes scanned her , calculating
"You're not one of them " , she said slowly . " But you reek of their world ".
Ani took a breath . If I don't bring you back , my brother will die".
Zoya 's expressions darkened . You've already
Made your choice ".
Before the ani could speak , the door slammed shut .
Back at the hotel , ani sat frozen in the corner of the room . She couldn't eat . Couldn't think .. couldn't choose.
If she turned Zoya in , she'd be another puppet in veer 's violent game .
But if she didn't .... Arnav would pay the price.
Her phone buzzed .
Veer : time 's ticking , mrs. Thakur . Don't make me come find you .
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