AUTHOR’S POV :- IN INDIA:

Aarohi adjusted her glasses and peered over the edge of her newspaper at Ishika, who plopped into the chair across from her with the grace of a falling coconut. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to skip three interviews just to meet you?” Ishika groaned, grabbing for Aarohi’s pakoras.

Aarohi arched an eyebrow, sliding the plate just out of reach. “And do you have any idea how hard it is to pretend that I care?“. “Arre yaar, dil toh tod diya tune!” Ishika gasped, clutching her chest like a Bollywood heroine. “How dare you? After all the effort I put into this friendship, this is how you repay me?” ( you’ve broke my heart)

“I repay you by letting you steal half my food every time we meet,” Aarohi shot back, smirking. “Now, tell me. What’s the actual reason you’re here?” Leaning in conspiratorially, Ishika lowered her voice. “Big khabar. This is hotter than your chai.” (big news)

“If it’s about new K - Drama or shinchan’s movie, Ive already seen the trailer,” Aarohi replied, rolling her eyes but clearly intrigued. “No, yaar, this is international-level hot. It’s about Damien Volkov,” Ishika said, her eyes sparkling.

Aarohi raised an eyebrow and took a slow sip of her chai. “What about him?” “Rumor is,” Ishika began, building suspense, “he’s trying to make some kind of deal with the Arora family. You know what that means, right?”

“And why does that matter to me?” Aarohi’s tone was casual, but Ishika knew better. “No, baba! This is serious. Damien Volkov—the same guy who probably frowns at puppies—is after your family business! How are you so calm?” Aarohi’s lips twitched. “Sounds like someone has a crush.”

Ishika’s jaw dropped. “Crush? Toba toba! Crush kahan se aaya? I just...find him interesting, okay? Like how you find a car crash interesting. You don’t want to be in it, but you can’t look away.”

“Great. So, you’re fascinated by the human equivalent of a car crash. How romantic,” Aarohi said, shaking her head. “Listen, I’m just saying... He’s hot and terrifying. Do you think he likes desi girls? Asking for a friend.” Aarohi shot her a pointed look. “Tell your ‘friend’ to stay out of mafia business.”

Ishika leaned back with a sigh. “Fine. But don’t come crying to me when he shows up looking for you.” Aarohi smirked. “Let him come. Mujhe mazza aayega.” ( I will have fun )

IN RUSSIA:-

Damien leaned back in his leather chair, the faint hum of Moscow traffic barely audible through the thick glass windows. His younger brother, Denis, stood by the desk, sorting through a stack of papers.

“Kak prodvigayetsya delo s Arorami?” Damien asked, his deep voice steady. (How is the matter with the Aroras progressing?)

Denis glanced up, his expression a mix of exasperation and amusement. “Net nikakikh novostey. Oni ochen’ zakryty.”(No news. They’re very secretive.)

Damien’s jaw tightened. “Ya ne terplyu otgovorok.” (I don’t tolerate excuses.)

“Brother,” Denis said, switching to English with a grin, “you need to relax. Take a walk. Maybe even smile for once?”

Damien’s sharp gaze flicked to him. “This is not a joke, Denis. The Aroras are hiding something, and I intend to find out what.”

“And you will, no doubt. But your blood pressure might thank you if you stopped acting like the world depends on it.” Denis chuckled. “When was the last time you slept?”

“Spat’ dlya slabykh,” Damien replied, his lips curling into a cold smirk. (Sleep is for the weak.)

“Right, because nothing screams strength like dark circles and permanent scowling,” Denis quipped. “Maybe you should invest in some face masks while you’re at it.” frozen fire. “Focus, Denis. I want progress, not comedy.”

Denis sighed, holding up his hands in surrender. “Fine, fine. I’ll push harder. But you’re not exactly the easiest person to work for, you know.”

“Good,” Damien said, his voice like steel. “Easy doesn’t get results.”

IN INDIA:-

Back at her hidden base, Aarohi paced the length of her office, her heels clicking against the marble floor. Her team sat around a sleek conference table, their faces a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

“So, Damien Volkov is digging,” Aarohi began, her tone clipped. “Good. Let him. The more he looks, the less he finds.”

One of her lieutenants, a wiry man with sharp features, spoke up. “Should we counteract his efforts?”

Aarohi stopped pacing, her gaze slicing through the room. “No. We feed him breadcrumbs. Let him think he’s making progress. Meanwhile, we strengthen our defenses and prepare for the inevitable.”

Her words were met with nods of agreement, but one younger member of the team raised his hand timidly. “What if he finds out who you really are?”

Aarohi smiled, a slow, dangerous curve of her lips. “Then he’ll wish he hadn’t.”

The room erupted into laughter, the tension dissipating as Aarohi’s confidence filled the space. Ishika, standing by the door, shook her head with a grin. “You really do have a flair for the dramatic, you know that?”

“It’s not drama,” Aarohi replied, smirking. “It’s strategy.”

IN RUSSIA:-

Denis slouched on the couch, munching on a cookie as Alina handed him another plate. “You look like you’ve been run over by a truck . did brother scold you again?”

Alina laughed. “Is he still brooding over Aarohi Arora? Tell me, does he actually like her, or is this just another one of his ‘I must destroy everyone’ phases?” Denis smirked. “Damien? Like someone? yes , and I am the olympic gold medalist. The man wouldn’t know love if it hit him with a frying pan.”

“Maybe Aarohi will be the frying pan,”Alina teased, grinning. Denis laughed. “Honestly? I”d pay to see that.”

IN INDIA:-

Late evening, Aarohi’s luxurious penthouse. The soft glow of chandeliers illuminates the room, and the hum of the city below can be heard faintly through the windows. Aarohi is standing by her desk, scanning some reports on her tablet. Kiara is busy on her laptop, organizing Aarohi’s schedule, while Grave stands by the window, his strong figure framed by the city lights. The tension in the room is palpable, but there’s a sense of calm professionalism as everyone works together.

Aarohi Leaning back in her chair, eyes narrowing as she watches Kiara and Grave working silently “Kiara, I need that report by tomorrow. No excuses.” kiara said “Understood, Aarohi. It’s already in progress”. Aarohi then turns to Grave, who stands near the window, his gaze far away.

“And the shipment?” asked Aarohi ” It’s ready. Just waiting for your go-ahead.” said Grave. Aarohi Pauses for a moment, her voice cold and sharp “Make sure it’s flawless. One mistake, and I’ll make them regret it.” Grave nods and steps towards the door. Just before he leaves, his eyes meet Kiara’s for a fleeting moment. The tension is thick between them, but neither speaks.

Noticing the unspoken exchange, Aarohi’s lips curl into a small smirk “You two... are hopeless.” Kiara’s face turns red, quickly turning back to her laptop, while Grave disappears into the hallway. Her tone suddenly serious as she watches them both “Remember, we don’t get to make mistakes. Not anymore.”

The door shuts, leaving the room in silence. Aarohi’s eyes narrow, the weight of her words settling in. Aarohi To herself, a shadow crossing her face “But what if one of us does?” A soft, ominous sound fills the room as a sudden knock echoes at the door. The moment freezes.

Aarohi stands frozen, her heart racing, as the door creaks open. Who could it be? The tension builds, leaving the reader hanging.

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