So the story continues…
đź“ž Inside the Mansion
His phone suddenly started ringing.
Without another word, Shivansh picked up the call and walked out of her room.
Straight into his own.
The call connected.
"Sir… Mr. Malhotra and Mr. Oberoi are here at the office. Should I send them to the mansion?"
his P.A. asked, voice slightly tense.
Shivansh stood near the window.
Looking outside.
Silent.
Still.
Then—
"Send them."
His voice was calm.
But carried authority.
A pause.
His eyes darkened slightly.
"And find out everything about her."
Another pause.
"Her background… her real identity."
"Y-Yes, sir."
The call ended.
But Shivansh didn't move.
His mind—
Was no longer calm.
🌙 Meanwhile — Adya
She sat on the bed.
Her fingers tightly clutching the bedsheet.
Everything felt unreal.
Her thoughts kept replaying—
His face.
His voice.
His presence.
She knew him.
Not personally—
But by reputation.
Shivansh Rathore.
A name feared in the underworld.
Respected in the business world.
A mafia king.
A ruthless CEO.
Her breath slowed.
Her eyes scanned the room.
"Where is my phone…?" she murmured.
"How will I contact them…?"
Then realization hit.
"Maybe… I lost it in the water…"
Her voice softened.
đź–¤ Back to Him
The door opened.
Shivansh stepped in.
His presence—
Instantly filled the room.
His sharp gaze fell on her.
"What happened?"
She hesitated.
Then looked at him.
"Can I use your phone…? I need to call my friends."
For a moment—
He just looked at her.
Then—
"Yes."
His voice cold.
Detached.
"You should leave… once you recover."
A normal person would've agreed.
Quietly.
But she didn't.
Adya met his gaze.
Without fear.
"I will…"
A small pause.
"When I decide."
Silence.
Their eyes locked.
Neither of them looked away.
Something shifted.
Shivansh's expression darkened slightly.
Interesting.
No fear.
No hesitation.
That made her—
Dangerous.
đź“ž Outside the Room
The call connected again.
"Sir… we checked her background."
Shivansh didn't turn.
"And?"
A pause.
"There's… nothing, sir."
Silence.
Heavy.
No one had nothing.
"But… there's one detail."
His eyes narrowed.
"Speak."
"She's the daughter of Mr. Singh…"
A pause.
"Your father's business partner."
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Silence.
Shivansh's eyes darkened.
Impossible.
If she was connected to his family—
Then why hide?
His voice dropped.
Low.
Dangerous.
"She's hiding something…"
A faint smirk appeared on his lips.
Cold.
Calculated.
"And I will find out what."
⚡🖤
✨ End of Chapter 4
To be continued…
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