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Meera’s POV

It’s strange… how a single day can split your life into two half— before and after.

Before that day, I was just Meera. After that day, I was someone who had nothing left to lose.

From the moment the sun had risen on that cursed morning years ago, I had been searching for him.

Abhiraj Rathore.

Not because I knew him…

But because he had unknowingly destroyed a life I cherished more than my own.

Someone who was my apna — my heartbeat, my world.

And he crushed it, not with his own hands maybe, but under the shadow of his power.

I was searching for the man who didn’t even know he had broken me.

But life is cruel and clever — it never gives you what you want in the way you want it.

The day we met for the first time… the day he kidnapped me —

No. That wasn’t my plan.

That was destiny’s joke.

Fate decided,

“You want him? Fine, I’ll hand him to you. But in my way.”

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The clock on the bedside table glowed faintly in the dark — 2:47 AM.

Beside me, Abhiraj’s steady breathing was slow, deep. He looked peaceful, the kind of calm that could fool anyone into believing he was sleeping without a care in the world.

But I knew him. And I knew he was never truly unaware.

Still, tonight was too important to hesitate.

I slid out from under the blanket slowly, careful not to disturb him. The marble floor felt cold under my bare feet as I picked up my dupatta from the chair and draped it loosely over my shoulders. Every movement was deliberate, measured — just like everything else I’d done these past few weeks.

The hallway outside our room was silent, save for the occasional hum of the air-conditioning and the faint ticking of the large grandfather clock at the far end. The dim wall sconces painted long shadows along the corridor, and I walked through them like I belonged there — invisible, untouchable.

My destination wasn’t far — the old study room in the east wing. Hardly anyone came there at this hour.

When I pushed the door open, a figure was already waiting inside.

He leaned casually against the window frame, his face half-hidden in the shadows.

“You’re late,” he said, his voice low, almost amused.

“I had to make sure,” I replied calmly, stepping closer. “The last thing we need is someone overhearing.”

“You mean him?” His smirk deepened.

My lips twitched, but I didn’t answer that directly. “We need to move faster. The longer this drags, the higher the risk.”

He studied me for a moment, as if trying to figure out what ran through my mind. But the truth was, no one ever really could.

“You’re not scared?” he asked finally.

“Scared?” I almost laughed, though my voice stayed soft. “I planned it, remember? Fear has no place in plans.”

There was a brief silence. The distant hum of a generator filled it.

Then he nodded slowly, as though confirming something to himself. “Fine. But the next step… it has to be cleaner than the last. Kisi ko shak na ho .”

My eyes hardened. “Nhi hoga, don't worry.”

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Abhiraj’s POV

It was a faint sound at first — the whisper of movement in an otherwise silent house.

I opened my eyes instantly.

In the darkness, the outlines of the bedroom took shape, but what I didn’t see was Meera.

The space beside me was empty, the bedsheet slightly creased where she had been lying moments ago.

I didn’t move for a few seconds, just listening. And then I heard it — a soft creak, the kind made by the old floorboards near the east wing.

I got up quietly, my feet barely making a sound as I walked across the room. The hallway was dim, and for a moment, I almost blended into the shadows myself.

The sound of low voices reached me — faint, but there.

My jaw tightened.

I moved closer, slow and controlled, every step calculated. But just before I turned the corner, the voices stopped. There was a rustle — quick, sharp.

When I stepped into the room, there was only Meera, standing near the desk, adjusting her dupatta as though nothing had happened.

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Meera’s POV

“Tum?” I said, letting my eyebrows rise in mild surprise. “Kya hua? You’re awake?”

Abhiraj’s gaze swept the room, his eyes lingering on the slightly open window before coming back to me. “Koi tha yahan?”

I tilted my head slightly, meeting his stare with steady calm. “No… I couldn’t sleep. Thought I’d get some walk.”

The lie slid out smoothly, as natural as breathing. I didn’t fidget. I didn’t avoid his eyes.

He didn’t respond immediately. He just kept looking at me — the kind of look that felt like he was reading every layer of me, searching for something I wasn’t showing.

“Walk,” he repeated softly.

“Yes,” I said, my tone perfectly casual.

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Abhiraj’s POV

I am not convinced with her answer. Not out loud.

Inside my mind, the words were quiet but firm.

Jo tum khel khelri ho… main uska Mastermind hoon, Meera.

If she was hiding something, I’d find it. But I wouldn’t rush.

The best way to win a game like this was to let the other player believe they were winning.

So I simply nodded, turned, and walked back to the room — feeling her eyes on my back the whole way.

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Morning Bedroom

Sunlight slipped in through the sheer curtains, painting pale gold patterns across the floor.

When I opened my eyes again, she was there — standing by the mirror, brushing her hair like any other morning. Her dupatta was draped neatly, and her expression was calm, almost serene.

“Good morning,” she said, glancing at me through the mirror.

I returned the greeting easily, but my gaze stayed on her a moment longer than necessary.

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Family Breakfast Scene

The dining table was lively, as it always was in the mornings.

Vinay was arguing with Riddhima about whether parathas should be crispy or soft, and Varsha was half-laughing, half-scolding them both.

Meera sat beside me, answering the occasional question, sipping her tea, smiling when required. On the surface, she was the perfect picture of composure.

But I noticed the small things — the way her hand tightened briefly around her cup when someone mentioned the accident. The way her eyes flickered for just a fraction of a second when I asked if she had slept well.

No one else noticed. But I did.

And I filed it away, like every other detail.

I know you are hiding something from me. I was having a doubt that why you are behaving like a good and obedient wife with me, the way you are showing only some emotions just to get me in your trap. Meera Abhiraj Rathore jis jaal main tum mujhe fasana chahti ho usme tum khud hi fas jaaogi.

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