(Neha’s POV) When the door creaked open and I saw her silhouette, my heart stopped. No. No no no… It can’t be her. This is not possible. She can’t be here. Not in this place. Not in front of these people. Not in the grip of his world. My breath caught in my throat, and my knees gave a little as the light hit her face. Disha. My Disha. My best friend. My sister. My only family. She stood there in a soft peach saree, her eyes down, lips pressed tight—but her presence screamed of strength. Even as my own body crumbled. What was she doing here? Why was she here? Before the words could fully leave my lips, I rushed to Veer. “What is she doing here?” I cried. “You promised me! You said you’d never hurt her. You swore it!” I collapsed at his feet, hands clasped, desperate, breathles

