Chapter 7: Whom to Trust?

Aarohi stood in front of the mirror, her reflection barely recognisable to herself. Her face was a mask of determination, but inside, her heart churned with uncertainty. She had made up her mind—she needed answers, and the only place she could find them was back in India, with her father’s side of the family. A family that had cut ties with her long ago, harbouring grudges and secrets that had driven a wedge between them.

The message threatening Yatharv weighed heavily on her mind. Her hand brushed over his tiny sweater, neatly folded and packed into her suitcase. She couldn’t let anything happen to him.

As she zipped up her bag, Dante appeared at the door, watching her with those intense, brooding eyes. He had been quiet ever since the threat had come in, sticking close to her but never saying much. Now, though, there was something in his gaze—something softer, something that hinted at more than just his usual cold, protective demeanour.