Morning light filtered softly into the room.
On a large bed, a girl lay asleep—
that girl was Anisha.
Even in her sleep, fear clung to her face. Her eyebrows were knitted together, her lips slightly parted, and her breathing uneven. The mixed expressions of terror and anxiety made it painfully clear—whatever she had experienced last night had shaken her to the core.
Suddenly—
Anisha's eyes snapped open with a scream.
Her body jolted upright, her heart pounding violently against her chest.
But she wasn't alone.
Not far from the bed, on a couch placed against the wall, lay another person.
Her scream echoed through the room—and instantly, the boy on the couch woke up.
He rubbed his eyes irritably and looked in her direction.
"Hey, girl! Can't you scream a little quieter?" he snapped, clearly annoyed.
His disheveled hair, tired eyes, and irritated expression made it obvious—he hadn't slept well all night.
Hearing an unfamiliar male voice, Anisha froze.
Her instincts screamed danger.
Slowly, cautiously, she turned her head toward the direction of the voice.
Her eyes landed on the boy sitting on the couch.
Anger flashed across her face.
"Who are you?" she demanded. "And how dare you enter my room?"
Her question made the boy stare at her as if she had completely lost her mind.
"My room?" he scoffed.
"Hey girl, are you serious? Look around properly. Does this look like a girl's room to you?" he said sarcastically.
"And just so you know—" he added coldly, "the bed you're sitting on belongs to me. Not just the bed, but this entire room… and this entire house."
He paused deliberately.
"You're in my house. Got it?"
Anisha glanced around the room for the first time.
Everything—the furniture, the colors, the minimal décor—everything screamed masculinity.
Her anger faltered.
She looked back at him, this time more carefully.
The boy was undeniably handsome—cute yet sharp-featured. His height was around 179 cm, and he looked about 23 years old. Despite his irritation, there was something calm and composed about him.
Noticing her staring, he immediately raised an eyebrow.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" he said defensively.
"I know I'm extremely handsome, and girls tend to lose their senses around me—"
He smirked.
"But that doesn't mean you've been granted a license to stare."
Embarrassed, Anisha quickly lowered her gaze.
After a brief pause, she spoke again, this time softly.
"Who are you… and how did I come here?"
Her trembling voice made him sigh.
He leaned back slightly and began.
"My name is Ishaan Varman. I'm the only son of the Varman family. That's my introduction."
He continued, "Now let me tell you how I found you."
"Last night, I was returning home from my cousin's wedding. On the way, I saw a girl lying unconscious on the road."
"She was wearing a red bridal outfit."
"I slammed the brakes immediately."
He laughed awkwardly.
"At first, I was scared to even step out of the car. I thought—what if it's some ghost or something?"
Anisha blinked.
"…Then?" she asked hesitantly.
"I took out my phone," he said seriously, "and clicked her picture from inside the car."
"When I checked my phone and saw that the camera had captured her image—only then did I feel relieved."
Anisha stared at him in disbelief and made a strange face.
"The girl you're talking about… that was me, right?"
"Yes," Ishaan nodded. "That was you."
He hesitated for a moment, then spoke carefully.
"If you don't mind… can I ask you something?"
She nodded silently.
"Why were you alone at night… dressed as a bride?"
His eyes hardened slightly.
"Did someone hurt you?"
The moment he asked that—
Anisha's mind went completely blank.
Memories crashed into her consciousness one after another—
Sheetal's cruel taunts.
Her forced marriage to Arvik.
Arvik abandoning her on the road… alone… helpless…
Her chest tightened.
Her silence told Ishaan everything.
Sensing the weight of the situation, he quickly changed the topic.
"Okay… let's leave that for now," he said gently.
"Tell me—what's your name? And where do you live?"
Anisha took a deep breath.
"My name is Anisha Arora."
She swallowed.
"And… I don't have a home."
Her words struck Ishaan harder than expected.
His expression turned thoughtful, cautious.
She doesn't have a home?
Is she planning to stay here?
His mind screamed.
No. Absolutely not. She cannot stay in my house.
Before he could say anything, Anisha spoke again.
"Don't worry," she said calmly. "I'll leave soon."
"Thank you for bringing me here and taking care of me last night."
"And… I'm sorry for the trouble I caused."
"It's okay," Ishaan replied stiffly.
Anisha stood up.
"I'll be leaving now. Bye."
She smiled faintly.
"If we meet again… I'll definitely treat you as thanks."
As she walked out, Ishaan muttered to himself—
"Yeah… you will give me a treat."
The truth was—
Ishaan was uncomfortable around strangers. He preferred solitude. That's why he never wanted Anisha to stay in his house.
And just like that—
Anisha was gone.
Meanwhile… at Jindal Mansion
The previous night, the entire mansion had been decorated like a bride.
But now—
It looked like a battlefield.
From the outside, the white-colored mansion still appeared grand and flawless.
But inside—
Everything was destroyed.
The hall was filthy. Furniture lay overturned. Broken glass was scattered across the floor. The staircase carpet was torn apart.
Inside the master bedroom—
A man lay sprawled on the bed.
An empty wine bottle dangled loosely from his hand.
Slowly, he opened his eyes.
His hand immediately went to his head as a sharp headache hit him.
That man was Arvik.
He had drowned himself in alcohol all night.
And the destruction of the mansion—
That was his doing.
This mansion had been prepared for Arvik and Aditi.
The entire family had shifted elsewhere, respecting their privacy.
Now—
Arvik sat up on the bed, memories of the previous night flashing through his mind.
Suddenly, rage consumed his face.
He hurled the wine bottle across the room.
It shattered violently against the floor.
"WHY?" he roared.
"Why did you do this to me, Aditi?"
"What had I ever done to deserve this?"
He fell to his knees and began to cry.
Then—
Without warning—
He started laughing.
A dark, terrifying laugh.
Looking up, his eyes filled with madness.
"I won't spare the Arora family," he hissed.
"Get ready… to pay for Aditi's sins."
With that, Arvik stood up and walked toward the bathroom.
What do you think?
How will Arvik take revenge on the Arora family?
What path will Anisha choose now?
Will she return to Arvik… or begin a completely new journey?
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