Vanya Samar Malhotra's steps as she stood her ground, her voice trembling not with fear but with fury, as she faced Zian. The dim twilight filtered through the cracked windows of the abandoned warehouse, casting jagged shadows over the room shadows that mirrored the chaos swelling within her.
"You shouldn’t have done it," Vanya’s voice cut through the air, low yet fiery. "You had strength, Zian. You had power. And you used it like a weapon. But the bruises... they weren’t on you. They were on me."
Zian’s jaw tightened, the muscle at its edge twitching, yet he said nothing. Atharv’s laughter from the inner room floated faintly into the space between them, a cruel contrast to the gravity that now hung like thick smoke.
"Rivaan humiliated me because of what you did!" she continued, her bre
