“Please… please, mujhe jaane do" Her words came out rushed, almost choking on fear.Aarav chuckled, low and cold, taking a slow sip of his drink. “Sach?” His eyes met hers—sharp, unreadable. “Tum jaanti ho, Aanya… mujhe jhooth bilkul pasand nahi hai.”Aarav walked closer, his polished shoes clicking against the wooden floor. He crouched in front of her, bringing his face so close she could feel the heat of his breath. His voice dropped to a whisper that could freeze blood.“tumhari problem yeh hai ki tumhe lagta hai main tumhe chhod dunga. Galat soch rahi ho.”(“Listen… your problem is that you think I’ll let you go. You’re wrong.”)Aanya whimpered, tugging at the ropes. “Kya chaahte ho mujhse?…”Aarav’s jaw tightened. For a moment, silence stretched like a blade between them. Then he spoke, his words heavy with venom:“Jo meri behen ne saha hai… wahi tumhe bhi sahna padega.”