"In unseen threads, their hearts entwine,

Between the lines of fate's design.

A love unknown, yet burning strong,

In whispered dreams, where they belong."

VIHAN'S POV:

That night, sleep evaded me like a stubborn shadow. My mind was a chaotic mess, fixated on one person—her. My imagination of my Gummy Bear had finally found a face, and God, what a beautiful one it was. Those sparkling eyes, that soft laugh...she was no longer a faceless dream.

But the morning didn't offer me any relief. I was fucking late. I wanted—no, needed—to catch a glimpse of her at the airport before she disappeared again. As I scrambled to get dressed, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. Shekhar.

I answered while shoving on my watch. "Fast, Shekhar. If it's not important, save it for later."

"Sir, Saisha Saksena was in our company yesterday."

I froze mid-step. What?

"Why?" My mind raced. "What was the reason she was there?"

"She had her second interview with us."

The realization hit me like a freight train. Don't tell me...

"The second company she interviewed was Veltrix?" I asked, voice strained.

"Yes, sir."

"Fuck," I hissed. My jaw clenched as I ran a hand through my hair. She had been so close—within the same goddamn walls—and I'd missed her. I grabbed my car keys without another word.

I couldn't let this chance slip away. I had to see her.

The drive to the airport was pure torture. Mumbai traffic, as usual, conspired against me. Horns blared, brakes screeched, and every red light felt like the universe mocking my desperation. By the time I screeched into the airport parking lot, the clock read 9:25. Her flight was scheduled for 9:30.

Shit. I'm late.

I sprinted through the crowd, eyes frantically scanning every face. The overhead announcement confirmed her flight was about to depart. My pulse raced as disappointment crept in. I lost her again.

With a sigh, I turned around, ready to walk away when—

A laugh. Soft. Cozy. The kind that makes you forget the noise around you.

Her.

My breath caught in my throat as my eyes found her. There she stood near the boarding gates, hair falling in waves over her shoulders, eyes crinkled as she laughed. My oxygen supply shut down. How can someone look so effortlessly breathtaking?

I imagined her fitting perfectly in my arms—small, warm, mine. My Gummy Bear.

But then—something sharp stabbed my chest.

A boy. Standing too close. His back was to me, but his hand...his fucking hand rested on her shoulder.

My jaw tightened. My fists clenched. An unfamiliar fire roared through me, the irrational urge to march over there and rip his hand off consuming me.

And then—she smiled at him. That smile. The one I thought was mine.

Fuck this.

I turned on my heel, walking away before I did something stupid. But as I reached the exit, I exhaled slowly, forcing my heart to calm. Compressing the urge to kill that Bastard then and there.

We'll meet again, love. You'll get your offer letter in a few days. And then?

I smirked.

We'll be closer than ever. No interruption anymore.

SAISHA'S POV:

The night before, my hopes had soared higher than I wanted to admit. Maybe—just maybe—he would ask to meet. Maybe I'd finally get to see the boy who had unknowingly become my safe place. But, of course, reality had other plans.

Now here I was, standing in the bustling airport with Rivan, ready to board my flight back home. Disappointment sat heavy on my chest, but I masked it with a smile. The crowd around us moved in chaotic waves, yet amidst the noise and motion, I felt it—a gaze.

Someone was watching me.

I turned instinctively, eyes scanning the sea of unfamiliar faces. Nothing. No familiar eyes, no hidden presence. I shook my head. Maybe it's just my imagination.

"Let's go, kiddo," Rivan nudged my shoulder, gesturing toward the gate. With one last glance around, I followed him.

The plane hummed beneath us as we settled into our seats. Outside the window, the Mumbai skyline faded into a blur of clouds. My heart twisted. I'd grown to love the freedom I'd tasted here. It was like breathing fresh air for the first time. But now... it was time to go back. Back to the cage I called home.

My mind spiraled into doubts. What if I don't get the job? What if Dad doesn't let me relocate if I do? Anxiety wrapped around me like a suffocating blanket.

"Hey, Saisha," Rivan's voice snapped me from my thoughts. "Do you think your dad will allow you to relocate if you get the job?"

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "To be honest... I really don't know. I guess I'll just have to convince him. Somehow." I huffed out a laugh, though there was nothing funny about it.

Rivan didn't respond immediately. When I glanced his way, I caught that look in his eyes. Pity. My stomach dropped. No. Not him too.

"Rivan," I said, voice low but sharp, "if you want to stay in my life, never—ever—look at me with pity again. Got it?"

His eyes widened. "What? I wasn't—" He paused, probably realizing he was lying. "Okay. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. It's just... I know you deserve better than this."

Anger surged through me. I turned my face toward the window, blinking rapidly as tears threatened to spill. The words I'd heard my whole life echoed in my mind: Poor Saisha. She deserves better. But no one ever actually helped me get better. They just pitied me and moved on.

"Hey...kiddo."

I didn't respond.

"Look at me," Rivan said softly. I hesitated before turning to face him. His expression was gentle—guilt mixed with something warmer. "I swear I'll never hurt you. You're like my sister, Saisha. After my brother passed, I thought I'd always be alone. I came back from London with no expectations, no family except my parents. But then you and that idiot vaish barged into my life...and now? You both are precious to me. Okay?"

The lump in my throat dissolved into a quiet sob. No one had ever said that to me—that I was precious. My entire life, I'd been the unwanted daughter. The disappointment. And now here was Rivan, promising to stand beside me like the protective brother I never had.

"You're special to me too," I whispered, wiping my tears with my sleeve. "Thank you, bhai."

"Ahh, now you're making me cry," he teased, forcing a dramatic sniff. "Alright, enough of this emotional stuff. Sleep, kiddo. We've got a boring city to return to."

"Hey! Raipur's not that boring," I protested, but he was already leaning his head back with a grin.

I smiled, warmth replacing the ache in my chest. And with that comfort, we both drifted into sleep.

 The plane touched down with a jolt. My heart felt heavier with each passing second. As we walked through the arrival gates, I spotted Dad standing near the exit—back straight, arms crossed, the usual stern expression etched into his face.

"Uncleji," Rivan greeted respectfully, bending down to touch his feet. Dad gave a tight nod in response.

"Take care, kiddo," Rivan whispered to me before leaving.

I stood next to Dad in silence as we headed toward the car. The warmth I'd felt on the flight evaporated. Welcome back to reality.

 Hours later, I sat cross-legged on my bed, unpacking my suitcase. My fingers traced the bracelet I'd bought during one carefree night in Mumbai. The memories played like a movie in my mind—the laughter, the freedom, the invisible shackles momentarily broken.

Those were the best moments of my life.

Now, here I was again. In my perfectly curated room. In a house filled with everything money could buy—except love.

I sighed, placing the bracelet in my drawer and closing it with a soft click.

Please, let me get this job. Let me escape.

RITVIK'S POV:

I'd never been the kind of guy who got distracted by a girl. Not once. I didn't chase fleeting crushes or bother with the drama. If you asked me to name a girl who'd left an impression on me, I'd draw a blank.

Except for her. That faceless little devil.

Her voice, her words—they'd stamped themselves into my mind. It was supposed to be a passing curiosity, just a fleeting intrigue. But here I was, staring at my laptop with her name highlighted on the screen: Vaishnavi Sharma , that's what her profile said. Her face well still mysterious  to me.

It's nothing, I told myself. Just curiosity. That's all.

Transferring her to our Mumbai branch wouldn't be difficult. A few emails here, a couple of signatures there—and she'd be here. Close. Accessible.

For purely professional reasons, of course.

I was lost in thought when an all-too-familiar shriek pierced my ears.

"Bhaiii!"

My head snapped up. "Here comes the real devil," I muttered.

My younger sister, Arohi, stormed into my home office, her hair in a high ponytail and annoyance plastered on her face. She dropped onto the couch across from me, arms crossed like a petulant child.

"What now, Arohi?" I asked, leaning back in my chair. "Will you ever enter a room without that dramatic flair?"

"Will you ever smile when I call you?" she shot back.

"Maybe," I smirked. "In a few years. When you get married and move out. The silence will be worth a grin or two."

"Yeah, yeah," she huffed, rolling her eyes. "I know you just want me gone. You're clever like that."

"Thank you," I said, steepling my fingers. "I try."

"Bhaiii," she groaned, louder this time.

"Okay, okay. What's the emergency?" I asked, sitting up straighter.

Arohi hesitated, fiddling with the bracelet on her wrist—a nervous habit she'd had since childhood. "Umm...can you pick me up from college for the next few weeks?"

I frowned. "Why? What's going on?"

"Nothing!" she answered too quickly. "I just...you know, college stuff. And you're acting like picking me up is a big deal."

I narrowed my eyes. I knew her too well to buy that bullshit. Something was off. But if I pushed, she'd just clam up more.

"Okay," I said, keeping my voice light. "I'll pick you up."

"Seriously?" Her face lit up. "You're not gonna give me the whole 'I'm busy with work' lecture?"

"Shocking, I know." I leaned forward. "But—if you're hiding something and I find out, you know the deal."

Her shoulders stiffened. "I'm not hiding anything, Bhai."

I didn't believe her for a second, but I let it go. "Sure. Now get out before I change my mind."

"You're the best!" she chirped, jumping up and sprinting toward the door.

I shook my head as she disappeared down the hallway. She's definitely hiding something. And I was going to find out what.

But first...I turned my gaze back to my laptop. To that name. Regretting only if i have seen her face.

Vaishnavi Sharma.

Curiosity or not, I wasn't letting this little mystery slip away.

"Let's see what you're really made of, Love." I murmured.

MYSTERIOUS MAN:

Khurana's have messed up my family completely ,and if they think i was going to let that thing go easily they were definitely mistaken. Nothing of it is coincidence I'm playing the game and everyone is nothing but puppets in my game . 

Vihan should feel what i have felt all those years . I'LL make sure he does , the text was just a trailer of the things that are going to happen in his life.

I have been tracking his every move since three years now but got nothing  that might cause him damage through any means. He does his cheap works hidden from the world and they are hard to track but my luck got lucky on me when i found Mr. Vihan khurana on anonymous chatting app while hacking his phone. Talking to saisha might be coincidence they might think but it was a plan and he was falling for it .

On the other hand Mr.Rakshit saksena was perfectly paying for his sins , just a small leak and his company was in huge losses .

EVERYONE WILL PAY FOR THEIR SINS. I WILL MAKE SURE OF THAT.

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