So the story continues…
⚡ Flashback — Years Ago
Shivansh had come to the orphanage that day.
Officially—
For charity.
But Shivansh Rathore never did anything without a reason.
He had received information—
Illegal activities were happening behind those walls.
And he never ignored such things.
From the outside—
The place looked peaceful.
Children laughing.
Running.
Playing.
But Shivansh didn't believe in peace so easily.
He stepped inside.
And instantly—
The atmosphere changed.
Staff members straightened.
Voices lowered.
No one dared to question him.
He was about to move toward the office—
When suddenly—
He stopped.
His gaze shifted.
There—
In the middle of the garden—
Sat a girl.
Surrounded by children.
Laughing.
Playing.
Helping one child stand…
Wiping another's tears.
For a moment—
Everything else faded.
Silence.
His eyes fixed on her.
Unmoving.
A strange feeling passed through him.
Something he hadn't felt in years.
His lips moved unconsciously—
"Princess…?"
Then—
His expression changed.
Cold.
Sharp.
"No…"
"That's not possible."
"She's dead."
But then—
Something caught his attention.
A locket.
Around her neck.
His eyes narrowed.
That pendant…
It looked familiar.
Too familiar.
He took a step forward.
Then stopped.
No.
Without another word—
He turned.
And walked away.
But his mind—
Stayed behind.
🖤 At Adya's Side
Adya sat with the children.
A soft smile on her face.
"Angel di! Why are you late today?"
one child asked.
She laughed lightly.
"Sorry, bachha…"
Another child spoke innocently—
"It's okay, di… but where is Ridhi di? Anu di? Kaashvi di… and Shree di?"
Silence.
For a second—
Adya froze.
Her eyes filled with tears.
But she quickly looked away.
"They're studying…"
she replied softly.
The child smiled.
"Okay di!"
Adya smiled again.
But this time—
It didn't reach her eyes.
After some time—
She left the orphanage quietly.
And disappeared into the night.
🌙 Back to Present — Shivansh
Shivansh stood near the window.
City lights reflecting in his eyes.
But his mind—
Wasn't there.
Her face.
Her smile.
Her tears.
And that pendant.
"No…"
He whispered again.
"It's not possible."
"She died in that accident."
A pause.
"But that locket…"
His jaw tightened.
Without wasting another second—
He turned.
And walked toward a room.
🖼 The Memory Room
The door opened.
Inside—
A single frame.
A picture.
A little girl.
Barely one or two years old.
In the arms of a small boy.
Four… maybe five.
Beside them—
Another boy stood.
Same age.
Shivansh stared at it.
Unblinking.
Slowly—
He picked up a canvas.
And began to draw.
Every detail.
Every line.
Every expression.
The girl he saw today.
His movements—
Calm.
Precise.
But his eyes—
Dark.
Obsessed.
When he finished—
He stepped back.
Looked at the painting.
And whispered—
"I won't think about you…"
A pause.
"But the next time we meet…"
His voice dropped.
"I will know everything."
His eyes hardened.
"And if you are my princess…"
A faint, dangerous smirk appeared.
"Then I'll never let you go."
⚡🖤
✨ End of Chapter 12
To be continued…
📌 End Note
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