The golden rays of sun shine through the clouds and reached into Aadya's bedroom.

Rubbing her sleepy eyes she yawned and looked at the blue and orange sky, a smile curved on her lips seeing a cuckoo sitting on her windowpane and singing a melodious song, the song was closer to her heart reminding her of last night.

The atmosphere was lively today, she did not know why there is magic everywhere. The white plain walls of her room were vibrant, the dew drops on the green grass, a gentle cool breeze, this morning has brought a sweetness of hope and love.

It was only last night she had met them, and she wanted to meet them again now.

When you are fond of someone you want to meet them again and again. Once, twice, thrice you thrive to meet them, to see them, to hear them, to feel them around you. You don't want to lose sight of them till the next time you see them.

Her heart was tranquil and content. She smiled, got up and stretched a little, embracing the new day. Waiting to see what treasures this new exquisite day will unfold.

The pink bubbles danced on her fingertips as she played with them splashing her feet on the water like a little girl. The warmth and comfort of the warm bath was relaxing her as she was humming a sweet song making a crown and bow of bubbles on her head.

She giggled in delight, making a hat of a foam bubble on her head. After a long time she was feeling like a young cheerful girl that she was once.

She rinsed the foam bubbles from her skin while humming another sweet tune. Her milky white skin was glowing pink, the after effect of a warm bath. She rose and came out of the bathtub on her tiptoe making a trace of water behind her.

Taking a pink floral cotton towel from the hot rack she wrapped it around her body and wiped her wet skin. Drying her skin she was smiling without any reason like a twelve year old girl.

Her cheeks and small nose was cheery pink like a rose.

It was the flush of first love.

She blew the air from her mouth on the mirror making the mirror moist and hazy, making a heart on the mirror she wrote their names and giggled at her silliness.

The water droplets on her dark hair were shining like a pure pearl inside the oyster.

The smell of marigold and tropical flowers hung in the room as she entered her bedroom and opened the wardrobe.

Pondering over what colour to wear today she finally settled on the colour of youth and playfulness, pink.

The colour pink has become her colour today.

She put on a lovely skirt suit with a furry white crop sweater and applied a dab of rough and a light pink lipstick. Her blue green eyes were lined with a black kohl and a small butterfly locket on her neck enhanced her beauty. A pretty crystal hairpin adorned her sleek straight black hair.



She grabbed her purse and wearing her white sneakers she came downstairs humming a cheerful tune, looking lively.

"Morning Sneha," she sat down and wished morning to Sneha, the cook of the house. Aadya could only make noodles and sandwiches, so a cook was a necessity in absence of Abhimanyu and Anokhi.

Sneha wished her back and served her breakfast. Aadya's eyes sparkled seeing her favourite Poha (flattened rice) in breakfast. She passed a grateful smile to Sneha.

"You are glowing today," said Sneha with adoration in her eyes.

"Thank you," Aadya replied, cheerfully.

"You are glowing red like a young bride," said Sneha, seeing the secret smile and blush on Aadya's face. She had noticed, Aadya had dressed and was looking pretty too.

Aadya nodded slightly and blushing she said, " I am going to receive Anokhi from Airport. She is coming back today.

She was not exactly lying but not telling the truth either.

She had dressed up today because she was delighted, especially after last night. She wanted to look and feel pretty.

As she finished her breakfast, Sneha passed a plate of chocolate pastries to her earning a charming smile from Aadya.

Eating a spoonful of pastry she chuckled remembering the look on their faces last night when she was pulling their leg.

Poor them, last night was a nightmare for them..

"I will babe, with or without your consent."

With or without my consent? She chuckled.

Let's see how far you can take this boldness of yours.

She smirked and ditching the spoon, she looked around the restaurant then again looked at their faces.

The three men were on the verge of losing their self control and jumping on her like a hungry wolf.

The primal lust in their eyes was raw and insatiable.

Like a little deer, she was trying to gaze at the eyes of tigers.

For a moment the sheer lust in their eyes made her want to look elsewhere, however she didn't back down.

Dipping her long dainty finger on the melted chocolate sauce she tilted her lips and smirked like a cunning fox.

Taking a gentle sniff of the soft chocolate aroma on the tip of her finger, she licks it a little. And glanced up at the three spectators.

They gulped down their saliva as she slowly grazed her pink tongue on her finger.

The dam of desire was breaking and the primal lust was overcoming all the sanity and gentleness that their dark orbs held.

Dark, her warm tongue sliding on the dark sweet melted chocolate.

Dragging her tongue she tasted the liquid sliding on the gaps of her fingers, not even for a second her gaze avoided them.

She drove her finger inside her mouth, setting off another moist glorious sound.

Closing her eyes she was sucking her finger but in the haze of the men it was their thing.

It was so hard, they felt it throb as the little minx bobbed her head up and down. She was breaking the boundaries, she was testing their boundaries they weren't aware of.

The three men were in the middle of a battlefield.

Giving up to the lust and take her away to the private suite on the fifth floor and fuck her till the morning.

Or, sit here accepting her torture and respecting the boundaries of rules she had made.

As her long finger went deep in her warm sweet mouth and her cherry lips formed a circle o. Their dick was begging to rhythm with the sound of her sucking.

The heart beats inside those stone like chest thudded and their strong masculine legs quivered.

How helpless they were.

The cunning little minx knew if they lost control now, they would definitely lose her.

One of them even slighted down in his chair, Rudra just wanted to open the zip of his pants, make her touch him and suck him.

The gentleness was long forgotten, now it was only want.

No, it was the need.

A need of a man, in the middle of hundreds of people. The little minx was making their dick feel so right yet so damn wrong.

She had made them weak- kneed. They wanted to have her for everything at once. In that moment and there that instant. But they didn't move or did anything to stop her interrupting the sensations coursing through their body.

They had no words to explain what they were going through. The torture disguised as pleasure was beyond anything.

Their knuckles turned pale white and a heavy sound of grunts left their mouth.

Their mighty grunts were her favourite song from now on. It was so masculine and melodious at the same time. The waves of pleasure went through her mind and body.

Atlast her underwear was soaking wet.

However it wasn't about her. It was about them.

Take me here in front of everyone without my permission.

In your dreams..

However I have taken you three down in front of everyone. Without your consent !

She released her finger from her mouth as Digvijay's hands held her thighs in a firm grip.

She opened her eyelids and looked at them, the look of defeat was satisfying to her.

No one spoke a single word after that. All four of them knew if they utter anything they would commit a pleasurable mistake.

Sighing she dipped her hand in lemon water and wiped her hands with the tissue.

And the three men one by one visited the nearest men's washroom.

She won the game.

Aadya - 1 and Triumvirate - 0

She laughed and finished her breakfast.

"I shall go to the airport now. Bye, " she left, smiling cheerfully.

What a lovely start of the day, she thought.

Only if she had known what secret today was going to unfold.

Aadya was never fond of the hustle and bustle of the airport. It was the place she never wanted to visit. People saying goodbyes to their loved ones. Stupid boys proposing their girlfriend in front of everyone. The young men and women leave their old parents alone, promising to come back as soon as they can. But not once calling their parents after reaching their destination. However for her sister she is here today.

Aadya sighed.

How much she had missed her chatterbox.

Standing on her toes she looked at the swarm of people coming from the exit gate but could not find her friend.

She roamed through her cell phone to see if Anokhi had called her or left a message but nothing.

But then she saw her. There she was walking out from the exit gate with her curly hair tight neatly in a ponytail and a small smile on her lips. She was more beautiful than the last time she had seen her.

Her beauty is increasing with each passing day.

A full blown smile etched on her lips as her eyes found Aadya and she ran towards her and tackled Aadya in a bone crushing hug.

"I missed you. I missed you. I missed you. I missed you so fucking much," she said again and again like a little girl.

"I missed you too baby," Aadya said, holding her tight. The warmth in Anokhi's arms was a replica of the warmth of mother's arms.

"But I missed you more, " Anokhi whispered. She bewails on the fact that she was not with her friend when her friend needed her the most.

" I heard about Abhimanyu," she mumbled on her shoulder. Her heart ached thinking about how Aadya must have handled everything on her own.

"Don't worry. He will be back soon, " Aadya grinned, making Anokhi chuckle. She should be the one consoling Aadya, not the other way around.

Breaking the hug, Anokhi held Aadya at an arm's distance and gazed at her from head to toe.

"You are looking a little different. You are glowing, ravishing," she said observing the liveliness in Aadya's face.

"Um.. Thanks, " Aadya shrugged, feeling a little uneasy under Anokhi's scrutinizing gaze.

"Your eyes are shining and your cheeks are coral red," she observed.

"Okkkay, I think we should go now," Aadya smiled awkwardly and dragged Anokhi's suitcase.

"You are ignoring me,"

"No, I am not. Now get in," Aadya said, wearing the car seatbelt.

"Stop that. You are giving a creepy vibe," Aadya said, with her eyes on the road.

Anokhi was staring at her as if she was hiding a key to some hidden treasure.

"Only in three situations does a girl glow like this," Anokhi said, pointing her finger towards Aadya's face.

It cannot be the first and second circumstances. Is it the third one? Anokhi wondered.

Something big has happened in Aadya's life in her absence. Anokhi was sure about it.

"What situations ?" Aadya asked, throwing an annoying look at her friend. She came after a one whole month and have already started eating her brain.

"Anokhi cleared her throat and straightened up as if ready to give a presentation on a physics topic.

" Let's begin with the first situation, "

"Obviously! You will begin with first situation you dumbo," Aadya rolled her eyes at her friend's stupidity.

"Shut up and hear me out."

"Okay, continue madam." Aadya gestured her to speak.

"So the first situation is when a woman is pregnant. She glows like a precious gem. Even the moonlight looks dull in front of her."

"Okay," said Aadya. It's true pregnant women do have a natural glow.

"So...?" Anokhi raised her eyebrows in anticipation.

"So what? "

"Are you pregnant? " she dropped the bomb.

Aadya parked the car on the sideways and looked at her friend with widened eyes.

"Have you gone insane? " she said pointing at her head.

Sighing dramatically Anokhi said, "Just say no, easy. Why the dramatic reaction."

Aadya shook her head and started the car again, "What's the second situation?"

"The second situation, when a woman emerged from her bedroom dishevelled and blended with shyness, after her first night with her husband,"she smirked and winked, making Aadya roll her eyes again.

"What's the third situation?"

"The third situation, a girl glows and smiles softly like a fresh ripe fruit when she is falling in love," she slowly whispered, wiggling her eyebrows at Aadya.

"oh my god. You are in the path of love! Who is he? When did it happen? Do I know him? How did it all start? " she asked, question after question.

"Tell me. Now, " Anokhi demanded.

"Umm where should I start?" Aadya pondered.

"Start from the beginning. I want to know every single thing! " Anokhi's eyes sparkled. Her friend was finally in a relationship.

"It started with a kiss." Aadya said.

"Woah!" Anokhi shouted in amazement.

"It was Rudra and.. "

"Wait.. Wait Rudra as in the Rudra Pratap Singh?" she asked, eyes widened.

"Yes. I met the three of them in a club regarding Abhimanyu's case."

"Okaaay"

Aadya rolled her eyes at Anokhi's antics. She was being dramatic about it.

"They proposed to me, to marry them." Aadya said in one go.

"Wait a minute. They? Them? Marriage? "

"Yep. They, them as in the triumvirate. They want me to be their wife because according to them I am the perfect girl for them," she said, making a turn.

"Poly relationship? " Anokhi said, after a minute.

"Yep"

"And you said yes? " she asked.

Shutting the car door, Aadya came out and said, "Yeah. Come,we will talk inside," as they entered their apartment.

"How can you say yes to them? Are they blackmailing you? You just tell me, I will break their handsome face," she said, fisting her hand.

"Chill tiger, here have some water."

Aadya smiled seeing how protective Anokhi was of her as she passed her a chilled water bottle.

"Don't try to distract me Missy and tell me every little thing, I want details," Anokhi demanded giving Aadya a pointing look.

Aadya sat on the couch, sighing as she said, "come here."

Anokhi narrowed her eyes at Aadya seeing how nonchalant she was about everything.

"Bark," she said.

Aadya chuckled at her and told her about everything. From that night in the club to their date night.

Aadya was ignoring her eyes while telling her about how intrigued she was when Digvijay had told her about poly relationships and how they want this kind of relationship. Aadya smiled softly as she told her about how they have expressed their feelings to her,why they like her and why she was the one for them. Aadya smiled softly remembering the last night.

Time spent with them is good.

Anokhi patiently listened and observed her profoundly.

"Okay, Did they touch you in that way," Anokhi asked, and looked at Aadya's chest nervously and then her gaze moved to her thighs.

"Yes," Aadya nodded slightly, she didn't seem to understand what thoughts were running in Anokhi's mind.

How dare they touch Aadya in that sort of way, those shameless, indecent creatures. I will chop them into pieces for touching my Aadya like that ! Anokhi swore.

"Where," Anokhi asked and swallowed, thinking what if in her absence they have used Aadya for their pleasure.

"Here, here, here,here and here," Aadya said, pointing her finger on her lips, cheeks, neck, waist, and forehead.

Anokhi sighed gratefully and said, " They did not you touch in the wrong way, right?"

"No, no, never. Their touches never make me feel uncomfortable."

It's actually the opposite, I actually like their touches. Aadya mused.

"That's good," Anokhi smiled, warmly.

"So, you don't have any problem with it. Right?" Aadya asked with uncertainty.

"Why would I have any problem? "

"Well, because I am with three men not one,"

"Aadya, who I am to have a problem with it. You are smart, you know what you want. And if you like them and are happy with them, who am I to approve or not approve of your relationship?

However I am a little jealous of you for sure," Anokhi smirked.

"Jealous of me? Why? " Aadya bewildered.

Why would a girl like Anokhi be jealous of her or anyone else in that matter?

"I am jealous because here I am not getting a single man. You are having three. That too daddy material! You must have done some holy deeds in your previous life."

"I think it's the other way around. It's them who must have done some holy deeds in their previous life to get a girl like me, " Aadya said, flicking her hair, both the girls laughed at her antics.

"But don't you think, it's very early for a marriage. I mean you are only twenty one, so young and inexperienced. No doubt they are charming, wealthy and as I said earlier daddy material. But there are so many young men waiting to sweep you off your feet." she asked after some time.

"I don't think it's early. In contrast I think it's the perfect time and I want to experience the feeling of love and happiness with them only, why think about anyone else." Aadya said, with a dreamy look on her face.

"And what about Abhimanyu, aren't you afraid of how he will react after knowing about you and them? "

" Of course I am afraid but what can I do? He will never permit me to even talk to them, I think I am doing the right thing. Only God knows how he will react. "

"Hey, I am with you always. You always have my back," Anokhi said, hugging Aadya's side.

"I know," she smiled, placing her head over hers.

"Why are you giving me that look? " Aadya narrowed her eyes, seeing the mischievous smirk on Anokhi's lips.

"Nothing, was just thinking about how wild your sex life would be,"

"Geez, shut up."

"What, I am just telling the truth. You and them doing it in the middle of the night," she said and started making moaning sounds.

"Oh daddy, come to me mmm. You like that baby girl ? Yeahhh mmm ughhh Ahhh.

You are a dirty little girl, aren't ya? Oh yeah ahhh haan ummm" she was making moaning sounds while placing her hands on her chest and heaving it up and down.

"Oh gosh, zip your mouth young lady," Aadya yelled, hitting her head.

Anokhi laughed seeing the look on Aadya's face. Her face was red like a tomato. Controlling her laughter she said, "You know, make sure of one thing though."

"What? "

"Tell them to get the best quality, strong and big bed. With warm silky black sheets." she said, making Aadya groan in annoyance.

"But really I am so happy for you. Actually I am happy for all of you.

I mean you have three men on the tip of your little finger. Vikram formerly known as one of the biggest Casanova of the country is finally settling down.

Rudra is so lucky to have you in his life, I am sure you will complete him.

And Digvijay, Who would have thought that he would even think about marrying a second time after a failed marriage!"

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"I have never been partial to my son and daughter. Love, care, rules, education, everything. I have given the same to them, that's what I thought," the man on his knees said, his eyes focused on the spotless surface of the triumvirate's study room. Vikram who was sitting on the chair behind his desk could see how the old man's eyes were sparkling, he was remembering the innocent faces of his kids.

The atmosphere of the room was intense, only the sound of birds chirping outside could be heard as Digvijay had opened the window and was gazing at the vibrant blooms of the garden.

It was out of his character, however today the colourful blooming flowers were reminding him of someone. His body was here however his mind was somewhere else. He was lost in the thoughts of last night, in the thought of a beautiful girl.

Her eyes deeper than the ocean, the girl is as beautiful as the golden musk deer.

You little minx what are you doing to me? He wondered while playing with stud earrings in his hands. Her thoughts never left his mind since last night.

A tear was about to escape from the eyes of the man who had betrayed Vikram, his boss.

Maybe today was the last time he had seen his kids and wife.

"Tell your story, " said Vikram, opening the jar of nutella and stretching his legs on the desk.

Vikram wanted to kill the man who had betrayed him, even fired a bullet in his chest. However this time he listened to Digvijay's advice and gave the betrayer a chance to tell. Why had he betrayed?

"One day my daughter came to me and asked, Papa, do you really love me as much as you love Rohan? I was shocked, why would my daughter ask me this question if I love my son more than my daughter.

That day for the first time I felt that I have failed as a father," he glanced up and met Vikram's eyes, chuckling dryly.

Vikram remembered the grey eyed girl. She was maybe fifteen when he last saw her. It was about three years ago. She had aced her exams, as far as he remembers she was the topper of her school. She had come here with her father, wearing a yellow frock with two long pigtails. She was a cute girl and shy too. She has brought some home made sweets for him, he still remembers the taste.

While speaking about his daughter the old man whose name was Chauhan was trying his best to hide his tears but Vikram could see through his exterior.

"I asked her, how can she think that? I have always loved and cared for them equally. She gave me the reason that I don't allow her to go out after eight in the evening, however I never question her brother whenever he goes out after nine. According to her I was partial.

I was speechless. How can I tell her that I was not being partial? I was only scared. For me my both kids are pieces of my heart and I love them equally. And If you ask me, she is a little special to me because she was my first born," a nostalgic smile edged on his face and he looked down at his trembling hands.

That day also his hands were trembling exactly like today when he had held his first child, his little girl in his hands. She was so precious, he could give up his whole life for her, betraying a mafia for his little girl was nothing.

He would gladly accept his death if it meant his little girl's safety.

"From that day, I never questioned her whenever she wanted to go out after eight. The rules were the same for my daughter and son. No partiality. My children were smart enough to always inform their mother about their whereabouts.

But one night she didn't come back home after ten. We called, and her phone was switched off. By eleven we had contacted every friend of hers she was not with anyone of the..

By twelve, my wife was crying for her daughter putting her head on my shoulder. And my son was trying to hide his tears."

" I was about to call you. That's when they sent me the pictures of my little girl.

She was naked.

On the side of the road.

Her little button nose, broken.

Her dark hair hides the half of her innocent face.

Dark red and purple marks on her stomach, arms and thighs.

Only two words leaving her mouth, Maa... Papa...

Blood coming out of her... " he breaks down.

No father could say those words.

"Kill me, Sir. Please kill me," he screamed, begging Vikram as he rubbed his forehead on Vikram's shoes.

The dead silence in the room was resembling the silence of the grave yard.

Ironically there were only a few men present in the room and all of their minds were blank. They were feeling like someone had put a big rock on their chest.

They were also a father, a brother, a husband and a son.

"For my daughter, I betrayed you. And even tried to kill you because that's what they asked me to do. They had my daughter.

She is in the hospital now. Life less.

Still she says, Papa don't cry. I hate tears in your eyes.

Please kill me, Sir. My daughter is very strong but I can't live with the haunting memory of that night."

The sob of a father for his daughter was wrenching everyone's heart who was witnessing a father screaming and crying for his daughter.

Meanwhile,

Aadya's face was ashen, she sat still on the sofa.

Her trembling hands clutched the cell phone tight. Her eyes were full of tears and mouth dried. And her heart

Her heart was broken.

She looked at the couple in the photographs. They were a beautiful couple perfectly complementing each other.

She chuckled at the irony that she didn't look good with any of them. They are an odd couple.

The three men are amazing.

She is odd.

She looked at the pictures of Digvijay with another lady.

Another lady?

She was his wife. You are another lady, her subconscious screamed.

In the picture they were holding hands and smiling at the camera. The news articles were five years old.

Nevertheless he was looking charming as always but the thing that broke her heart more was how he was smiling in the pictures. She had never seen him smiling.

She traced her finger on his smile.

His smile was so pure, like the innocent smile of a little kid.

And the woman beside him, his ex wife.

She was so beautiful, she was prettier than her.

Her sleek brown hair cascaded down and reached till her waist, her brown skin was shining in the flash light of the camera. Her almond shaped eyes were so mesmerising. And the mole just above her lips added the last touch of beauty. In a white georgette Saree she was looking like a swan.

She was gorgeous.

They look amazing together. A perfect couple.

And this made Aadya jealous, she was burning in anger and hurt.

She was tempted to throw her phone on the wall across the couch and like always giving up to the temptation she threw away her phone.

The screen was broken but the picture of the beautiful couple was still flashing on the screen.

Digging her sharp nails on her thighs she tried controlling the betraying tears cascading down from her cheeks. Her blood tinted the hem of her skirt.

Hearing the phone breaking sound, Anokhi came out of her bedroom and gasped seeing Aadya's condition.

The cheerful face of Aadya was pale as a white sheet, her eyelids wet. The kohl was running down her red cheeks. She hiccuped her eyes still seeing the pictures flashing on the broken screen.

"Aadya.." Anokhi whispered when Aadya looked towards her. Her heart ached, she hadn't seen Aadya this broken before.

"How can he hide this from me," Aadya whispered.

He cheated on me.

How dare he?

I want answers. She harshly wiped her tears and ran out of her house.

"Aadya.." Anokhi yelled but she didn't stop.

Was it the truth? or just a nightmare!

She tripped on her feet, nearly falling from the stairs. Placing her palms on the wall she handled herself.

Her eyes were wet and her mouth dried.

She was lost and entangled.

She had shown them every side of her. And now they know what kind of girl she is. For god sake she was seducing them last night. And now here, she is feeling exploited, cheated.

She started the engine of the car and drove to their home. How silly she was to find comfort in their home.

They had broken her trust, especially Digvijay.

Why when she was falling for them, for him. When she was trusting them, giving them her heart. Why when everything was so good the sorrow found her way.

Couldn't he tell me about his past! She hit the steering wheel in anger.

The journey she was dreaming of, the journey of love and the bonds of loyalty were on the verge of breaking with every breath.

No, I will not leave Vikram and Rudra. It's Digvijay who is guilty, not the other two.

But they knew..

They told you everything. How beautiful you are, how perfect you are, how pure you are, couldn't they tell you about Digvijay's marriage.

Digvijay's Marriage not theirs!

Her fight with her subconscious halted seeing an old lady in front of her car, she was about to hit the lady. Her restless hands shivered as she clasped her palm on her mouth and the sobbing sound of tears filled the car.

Parking her car on the sideways she sobbed and cried her eyes out.

Why was she so heartbroken?

Among the three of them, he was the one who had never shown love to her or promised the words of love.

He was the one who had rejected her.

His every word sounded in her ears, he unknowingly had made many promises. She has seen the love in those vacant brown eyes.

Was it really love ?

Or was it just a utopia ?

"Do you really want to marry me?" she asked, smiling sarcastically.

"No," he said, coldly.

"You are hiding your smile," she said, smiling cheekily.

"I am not," he grumbled, making her giggle.

"You make me feel powerless Aadya. You make me feel like I am making a fool of myself" he said ironically.

"Do not compare yourself with a moth who burns down itself in a blind attraction...

"You are like a sandalwood tree who never loses its fragrance despite venomous snakes wrapped around it. Your self esteem, your confidence is your real fragrance, no one can destroy it" honesty was dripping from Digvijay's words.

His every word was ringing in her ears. She was feeling like she was getting away from something that belongs to her.

Controlling her emotions she came out of the car and looked for a cab. She can't drive in this condition. It's too risky.

Even the cab driver was glancing at her now and then. She had this weird look of sorrow and anger in her face.

She wanted to kill him and she will. Aadya swore.

The journey to their home was so long. The uncertainty was killing her. Her all desires are incomplete, her every request was broken by one truth.

Rudra was coming out of the kitchen when he caught the sight of Aadya. His heart ached seeing the fat tears falling from her eyes.

" Where is Digvijay? " she asked, looking him in the eyes.

"Princess, why are you crying?" his hands were trembling as he cupped her cheeks. Her skin was so warm, she might have gotten a fever.

"Just tell me, where is Digvijay?" she asked, the fire in her eyes was like a molten lava of a volcano.

"Aadya, you are bleeding," he shrieked seeing the blood on her thighs.

Scratching and digging her sharp nails on her skin have kept her sane till now.

"Tell. Me. Where. Is. Digvijay?" she asked in a calm and domineering tone.

"In the study room," he whispered, surrendering to her.

The old man was still on his knees crying, getting up from his seat Vikram walked to him and placed his hands on his trembling shoulder.

"You should have come to me,"

" I didn't have choice," he whispered

"Kill me boss and please take care of my family," he whispered.

Before Vikram could say anything, someone opened the door with a force and stormed in.

It was Aadya.

All the men present in the room looked at her, anyone could tell. How broken the girl was.

Aadya was confused seeing so many men in their study room, and then seeing an old man on his knees in front of Vikram.

He was crying, it didn't settle well with her.

Why was he crying, she thought.

She glanced towards the window, there he was standing for whom she had come running.

She had thought she would scream at him for hiding his first marriage from her. However she stood there still with tears streaming down her cheeks.

No words left her mouth.

Sometimes you don't need words, the ignition of grief in your eyes is enough.

The helplessness in her eyes was enough to ask, "Why?"

The question was to Digvijay, he understood.

Walking to her he was about to wipe her tears but before that he felt a sharp pain in his jaw and spitted the mouthful of blood.

Aadya had punched him hard straight on his jaw.

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