Part 2
I couldn’t breathe.
The walls of the house felt like they were closing in, the air thick with desperation.
Meera sat on the floor, still crying, still whispering Baba’s name.
Aanya was on the phone, her voice breaking as she begged another bank officer for a loan.
And I
I was trapped.
Everywhere I turned, there was only one answer.
One person.
Rivaan Kapoor.
His words echoed in my mind.
"Marry me."
No.
"Your father will live.”
I gritted my teeth, pressing my nails into my palm until it hurt.
I couldn’t do this.
I wouldn’t do this.
"You have to do something, Vanya," Aanya’s voice was a broken whisper, thick with exhaustion and desperation.
I sat frozen on the couch, my fingers clenched into my palms, nails digging into my skin. Do something.
If only it were that
