Back in his Arms

"Devansh sir has arrived."

The moment these words left the staff member's lips, a radiant smile spread across Heena's face.

Her cheeks flushed a soft shade of pink, a delicate blend of excitement and nervousness.

Seated beside her, Neha noticed Heena's reaction and smirked knowingly.

Neha Kapoor, Devansh's younger sister, was a striking beauty in her own right. More than just best friends, Heena and Neha shared a bond that transcended even sisterhood—a connection built on love, trust, and an unshakable camaraderie.

Neha had always been Heena's staunch supporter, and if anyone in the Kapoor and Singhania families was as eager about Heena and Devansh's union as Heena herself, it was Neha.

Leaning closer with a playful glint in her eyes, Neha whispered, "Oh, Heena! Just hearing my brother's name makes you blush like a schoolgirl. What will happen when he's standing right in front of you? Your face might catch fire from embarrassment, and I swear, your heart will leap out and start doing somersaults on the table."

Heena's blush deepened as she glared at Neha, nudging her discreetly. "Stop it! We're in public. If someone overhears you, they might think I befriended you just to get close to your brother."

Neha squinted, her mischievous grin widening. "Isn't that the truth? First me, then him. Classic strategy."

"You—" Heena was about to retort when Neha interrupted, her eyes darting to the entrance.

"Shh! Look, brother's here! At least try to compose yourself, my dear warrior queen."

The mention of Devansh's name made Heena sit upright, her heart pounding as she took a deep breath to steady herself. Slowly, she lifted her gaze toward the entrance.

There he was.

Devansh Kapoor entered, his presence commanding the room effortlessly. Flanked by four impeccably trained bodyguards in perfect formation, he exuded authority with every step.

Dressed in a tailored black suit, polished leather shoes, and a sleek black chain wristwatch, he was the epitome of sophistication. Though his face was concealed by a mask, his striking physique and magnetic aura made it impossible to mistake him for anyone else.

As he approached the dining table, everyone rose in unison, save for his grandmother. Bowing slightly in deference, their faces betrayed a mix of respect and fear.

Devansh's sharp black eyes, the only visible part of his face, swept over the gathering, assessing each person with a glacial intensity. His gaze alone sent shivers down spines, silencing the room.

Under his mask, a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips—not of pride, but of disdain.

Holding his phone to his ear, he spoke in a low, chilling tone, "Let them do whatever they want, but make sure they remain unharmed. And remember, you will operate from a distance. Don't even think about approaching them. If you disobey, I'll ensure your brain is scattered in so many pieces that your descendants won't be able to count them. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," came the trembling reply from the other end.

Ending the call, Devansh removed his blazer, draping it over the chair at the head of the table before taking his seat. Only after he motioned with a subtle nod did everyone else dare to sit.

The once lively chatter around the dining table had been replaced by an oppressive silence.

As Heena watched Devansh, his elegant demeanor, and the overwhelming aura of power he carried, her heart raced. Her yearning for him deepened, an unspoken desire reflected in her eyes.

Breaking the heavy silence, Devansh spoke, his voice cold and steady. "Why have you summoned me here, Grandma?"

All eyes turned to his grandmother, a woman whose age had done little to diminish her commanding presence. Adjusting her glasses, she met Devansh's gaze and replied in a measured tone, "We wanted to discuss your engagement with Heena."

The room collectively froze.

Heena's heart soared, her joy lighting up her face, while the rest of the Kapoor family looked on in stunned disbelief.

What surprised them most was Devansh's reaction—or rather, the lack of it.

Typically, any mention of marriage would evoke his wrath, but today, he sat composed, his expression unreadable.

Sensing an opportunity, his grandmother pressed further. "Devansh, are you willing to proceed with this engagement?"

Before he could respond, a sudden weight settled on his lap.

Startled, Devansh's eyes darkened, sharp and predatory, as they flicked downward.

But the moment he saw her face, his cold gaze softened.

It was Anesha.

After two long years, she was back in his arms.

For a moment, time seemed to freeze. Devansh studied her delicate features, his eyes holding a depth of emotion that no one had witnessed before.

Anesha blinked up at him, her innocent gaze meeting his intense one.

After what felt like an eternity, Devansh gently tilted her chin with his fingers, bringing her face closer. His voice dropped to a low, velvety tone as he asked, "Sweetheart, have you been drinking?"

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What will happen next?

To know…

To be continued…