Part 6
The air inside Kapoor Mansion was thick with tension. The flickering flames of the diyas cast long shadows across the walls, reflecting the storm brewing between Rivaan and Vanya.
He stood by the window, arms crossed, his jaw clenched. The arrogance in his posture was unmistakable, but beneath it there was something else.
Frustration. Confusion. A storm he couldn’t silence.
Vanya, however, was far from intimidated. She had seen through him, through the walls he built around himself. And she wasn’t backing down.
“Why are you so upset, Rivaan?” Her voice was soft but firm, cutting through the silence. “If you don’t care about Bappa, then why does this matter so much to you?”
Rivaan let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. “You told me to stay off. So why don’t you take your own a
