Falling Destiny

Episode 50 : “The Bond That Can’t Be Broken”

(Veer’s POV)

The moment her frail arms wrapped around him, something inside me snapped. I stood there, still, arms crossed, watching her tremble—not in fear—but in relief. She clung to Rohit like he was her last breath, her only salvation. And he held her back without hesitation.

That one second was all it took.

Rage. Fury. Jealousy.

A storm roared through me, flooding my chest with something vile—something new. I’ve seen her terrified. I've seen her broken. But this—this desperate comfort she found in him—it burned through me like acid.

She never hugged me like that. Never clung to me like I was safety. Was I just the tormentor? The monster? And him... what was he to her?

Rohit didn’t even spare me a glance at first. His entire attention was on her—cupping her face, whispering something I couldn’t hear, brushing strands of hair from her face like she was made of glass. My fists clenched.

When he finally turned, the look on his face was pure fire. He stormed toward me like a man possessed and grabbed me by my collar.

“What the hell have you done to her, Veer?!” he bellowed, shoving me back. “Why is she here? Like this?! What did you do?!”

I didn’t react right away. I let the silence simmer between us. His breaths were sharp, nostrils flaring, eyes red. Behind him, Neha looked like she’d seen death rise again.

I finally pushed him back—not harshly, just enough to regain control.

“I should be asking you,” I said coldly. “How do you know her? What’s your connection?”

He glared at me. “I don’t owe you any answers.”

“Neither do I,” I retorted.

Our standoff was broken by Ruhani’s swift arrival. She always knows when to intervene. Her heels clicked like gunshots as she entered the room, eyes snapping from Rohit to me. I gave her a sharp look, and she knew exactly what to do.

“Take him,” I ordered.

“Gladly,” she muttered and gripped Rohit’s arm tightly.

He tried to resist, “Neha, I swear I’ll get you out of here. I promise!” His voice cracked as Ruhani started pulling him out.

I took a step forward and grabbed his shoulder. “Rohit,” I said, calm but firm, “you want answers? Fine. I’ll give you some.”

I told him what I wanted him to hear.

That Neha had been spotted with our enemies—that she might be working with them. That this entire mess, this destruction circling our lives, could trace back to her. I told him she was under investigation… that I had to be sure.

And then I played my final card.

“If she’s innocent,” I said smoothly, “I’ll let her go. She’ll be free.”

That was all it took to shift something in his eyes. The anger didn’t vanish, but he lowered his arms, jaw still clenched.

“She is innocent,” he snapped. “You don’t know her like I do. And I’ll prove it.”

“Then prove it,” I said, stepping back. “You have one chance.”

I turned away before he could see the truth in my face.

Because deep inside, I knew.

Even if she was innocent—especially if she was—Neha was never leaving.

Not anymore.

Not now that she belonged to my plan.

To me.

To this hell I’ve built with my own hands.

She thinks she’ll get out.

Even Rohit believes he’ll be her salvation.

But I’ve already tied the noose, woven with lies and forced obedience. She’s embedded in my game, my vengeance, my madness. She doesn’t know it yet, but her fate was sealed the moment she entered this mansion.

And I don’t plan to let her go.

Not even if it destroys me.

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Not now that she belonged to my plan.

To me.

To this hell I’ve built with my own hands.

She thinks she’ll get out.

Even Rohit believes he’ll be her salvation.

But I’ve already tied the noose, woven with lies and forced obedience. She’s embedded in my game, my vengeance, my madness. She doesn’t know it yet, but her fate was sealed the moment she entered this mansion.

And I don’t plan to let her go.

Not even if it destroys me.

The heavy cut-glass tumblers clinked, one after another, as I refilled my drink. Rohit's departure had left a hollow echo in the mansion, a silence that only amplified the rage simmering within me. Salvation? He spoke of salvation, the fool. He had no idea the depths to which Neha was already entangled, how irrevocably she was bound to me and this twisted reality I'd painstakingly crafted.

Each sip of the amber liquid burned, but it couldn't extinguish the fire that ignited whenever my mind drifted to Rohit and Neha. What was between them? A history? A fleeting connection? The thought of her, even for a second, in another man's arms, under his gaze, sent a surge of possessive fury through me. How dare she? how could she even think of another? Of him? The mere image was a torment.

The empty bottle hit the marble floor with a dull thud, and I grabbed another, my hand shaking with a combination of alcohol and unbridled anger. This had to end. This uncertainty, this gnawing suspicion. She needed to be reminded of her place, of my place. My finger hovered over the intercom, then slammed down.

"Send Neha to my room. Now." My voice was a low snarl, barely contained. I knew the maid on the other end would scramble. They all did. They understood the storm that gathered when I spoke with that tone. Let Neha come. Let her see the true extent of this hell, the one she was now inextricably a part of. She would learn, one way or another, that there was no escape, no salvation, especially not with Rohit.

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(Neha' POV)

Rohit was gone.

I was left in that room—empty, hollow—with nothing but the ghost of his embrace still wrapped around me.

The next few hours blurred. I was taken back to the cold, quiet guest room. No beatings. No insults. Nothing.

But I knew silence was worse.

I sat in the corner of the bed, knees curled to my chest. My body still ached from everything—the training, the belt marks, the cold cage. The way Ruhani shoved me during training if I stuttered. How she hit my back with a stick if I forgot a line from the rehearsed dialogues Veer made me memorize. The bruises on my ribs. The pain in my legs. The silent sobs at night.

And yet… I kept holding on to Rohit's words.

"You’re not alone. I’ll prove you’re innocent."

I wanted to believe him. I had to.

I didn’t know what this job with Kayish was. I didn’t understand why I had to learn to act like someone I wasn’t, to go into an enemy’s office with fake documents, a fake past, and hidden microphones.

But I saw the way Veer looked at me during training.

Like I was a pawn. Like I was a weapon he was forging—sharpening every day.

He didn’t see my pain anymore.

He saw utility.

But Rohit… he saw me.

And in that one hug, he gave me something I thought I had lost completely.

Hope.

Hope that maybe… just maybe… someone out there still remembered who I really was.

when I was thinking about Rohit, a voice break my thoughts.

One of the house help standing at the door and told me "Sir, called you at his room right now"

I don't want to disobey him and make my life more difficult so I decided to go but deep inside i didn't know that all the hopes will be shattered soon.