Novels by Anshi Hind

Reyansh's Perspective:"Last night," I continued, "I received a call from my investigator, the one I appointed to keep tabs on Aanya's activities. He shared some interesting information. Among the details, he mentioned that she is currently spotted with her ex-boyfriend."In the hushed confines of our meeting room, the weight of revelation hung thick in the air. Hridhan, usually composed and collected, leaned forward, his gaze fixed on me, his eyes intent on deciphering the puzzle that lay before us.As I relayed the information I'd gathered the previous night, Hridhan absorbed every detail with rapt attention. His contemplative silence filled the room, stretching moments into what felt like an eternity. Finally, after what seemed like an age, he turned to me, a subtle nod signaling for me to continue."The most surprising part was that she was noticed with her ex in front of a bridal dress shop," I revealed, watching Hridhan's expression morph into one of perplexity. It was as though

Reyansh's Perspective:I had been buried under a mountain of work, each task piling up on the other, waiting for my attention. Anisha's recent episode threw my life into chaos. My office, usually a place of focused productivity, had been transformed into a hub of tangled thoughts and unfinished business. I had always prided myself on my ability to multitask, but there was no denying that recent events had been a real challenge to my efficiency.Sitting at my desk, surrounded by towering stacks of paperwork and the glow of multiple computer screens, I couldn't help but feel grateful to my dedicated secretary, who had been the linchpin holding everything together in my absence. He'd managed the office seamlessly, handling phone calls, scheduling appointments, and keeping clients satisfied, while I was pulled into the whirlwind of investigation and planning.I knew that what we had undertaken for Anisha was no easy feat. It was risky, intricate, and demanded precision at every step. The

Anisha's Perspective:My question sparked a sudden commotion throughout the hall. Whispers and murmurs rippled through the audience like a gathering storm. All eyes were now fixed on Mr. Singh, awaiting his response with bated breath. He replied with a single, powerful word that sent shockwaves through my enemies, "Yes."After hearing that word, Samuel lit up like a fire and started yelling at me, accusing me of causing a scene when I was the one who had tried to kill him. His anger had consumed his senses, and he raged at me for showing up and ruining his incarnation ceremony. He warned me, his voice dripping with malice, to quietly back down and leave, promising mercy if I complied. However, if I chose to stay, he vowed to make it his mission to ruin my life once more. And ladies and gentlemen, after hearing his threats, I couldn't help but smile. He had unknowingly played right into my hands.With a sweet smile still gracing my face, I began to walk back towards the ornate chair th

Anisha's Perspective:When the announcement came that Samuel Gomez would assume leadership of the group, a solitary voice pierced the silence, reverberating through the hall. "How can he become the leader when the leader stands before you?" The words hung in the air, a challenge that instantly hushed the crowd. A path was cleared for me, a silent procession of acknowledgment, allowing me to traverse the room and reach the stage.As the assembled audience laid eyes on me, their expressions were a symphony of surprise, curiosity, and trepidation. My unwavering smile dared them to oppose me as I stood poised to claim what was rightfully mine.I walked gracefully toward the stage, emerging from my sanctuary corner, my determination evident at every step. I needed to reveal my face clearly; any lingering doubts about my identity needed to be dispelled. After all, as the leader, it was my role to lead by example.Upon reaching the front of the stage, I cast my gaze upon those standing there

Anisha's Perspective:Standing at the very spot where I once stood years ago, a rush of memories overwhelmed me. Back then, I had turned my back on this place, my heart shattered, my trust obliterated, and my faith in tatters. Tears of betrayal and pain had clouded my vision. Today, I stood at the gates of the mansion that had cast me aside. My heart, once fragile, was now encased in thick walls, ready to take control of my life and claim what was rightfully mine.The difference was stark. I was no longer the vulnerable, naive girl they had so disrespectfully cast out. Life had bestowed upon me its share of hardships, forging me into a formidable force. My eyes, once filled with tears, now blazed with the fire of determination.As I took my first steps toward the mansion's gate, the guards recognized me immediately. They bowed respectfully and swung open the massive gates, granting me access to the place I once called home. There was roughly a mile of winding road between the gate and

Anisha's Perspective:My emotions churned like a tempest within me. Samuel, not the son of Mr. Anderson? This revelation struck me like a bolt of lightning on a clear day. It was a betrayal of an entirely different magnitude, one that went far beyond the torment I had endured from Samuel's bullying and Mr. Anderson's overt support of him. The implications of this revelation seemed to stretch back to the very birth of Samuel, a deception woven deep into the fabric of our group.As Mr. Rout's inquiry about my relationship with Mr. Gomez pierced through my chaotic thoughts, I found myself at a crossroads. My mind instinctively delved into the tangled web of my connection with my father. It was far from the ideal father-daughter relationship, marked by distance and a lack of emotional warmth. But he was my father, and that fact held weight at the edges of my consciousness.However, my musings were abruptly interrupted as a chilling thought clawed its way into my mind. Could this revelatio