As the heavy oak door slammed shut behind Reyansh, Shila let out a shaky breath, the anger momentarily draining from her face.
"Wow," she murmured, sinking back onto the plush bed. "That was… intense."
Ken scoffed, running a hand through his mussed hair. "The nerve of him, showing up here like that. Did you see the look on his face when he saw us?" A cruel smile played on his lips.
Shila shivered, a flicker of unease crossing her features. "It was… satisfying, in a way. But also a little scary. What if he…"
"Don't worry, darling," Ken interrupted, pulling her close. "He's nothing. A broke has-been with a screaming kid. We've got nothing to fear from him."
"But what about the music?" Shila whispered, her voice laced with a hint of concern. "He'll know… he'll recognize his own work."
Ken chuckled, a low, humorless sound. "So? We'll just keep feeding him scraps, enough to keep him quiet. Besides, who cares about a ghostwriter, right? The world only sees the star on stage."
Shila remained silent, a thoughtful frown creasing her brow. Though she shared Ken's disdain for Reyansh, a sliver of doubt lingered. Had they underestimated him?
Ken snorted, wrapping an arm around Shila. " We used him for what he was worth - a rich boy playing musician. Blind fool, never leveraging his family's name or status. Kept himself hidden, composing little ditties in his basement. Now that the money's gone, who cares? He's a broke nobody with nothing but his bruised ego. Don't worry about him, Shila. He's all bluster and tears, no real fight in him."
••••
Disgusted by his own naivety, Reyansh stormed into his car. His phone buzzed – it was the manager from the mansion, his voice urgent on the other end. A knot of dread tightened in Reyansh's stomach as he sped back, the once-familiar route now heavy with foreboding.
Inside, a group of lawyers stood huddled like vultures, their expressions grim. Before he could voice his question, the lead lawyer, his voice devoid of warmth, spoke. "Mr. Reyansh, we need to inform you that you'll need to vacate the mansion immediately."
Shame burned in Reyansh's throat. Mr. Khurana, Kaira's father, the man who once treated him like a potential son-in-law, approached him. His words, though carefully chosen, held a chilling finality.
"Reyansh," he began, "I'm truly sorry about this unfortunate turn of events. However, given the circumstances, I can no longer consider you a suitable match for my daughter. I trust you understand."
Mr. Khurana's words confirmed what Reyansh already knew – in their world, money was the only language that mattered. All the promises, the feigned affection – a cruel facade.
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Reyansh simply nodded, a silent acceptance of his fate. He headed upstairs, a lawyer trailing behind him like a watchful hawk.
"Sir," the lawyer's voice droned, "you are not permitted to remove any valuables without court permission."
A sigh escaped Reyansh's lips. Everything in this room, from the plush carpet to the ornate furniture, felt like a cruel reminder of a life he could no longer afford. But it was Avi's things that mattered most. Her favorite dolls, the stuffed animals that brought her comfort – these were the only treasures he truly cared about.
Packing her belongings, he felt a tiny hand tug at his shirt. Avi, tears glistening in her big eyes, clutched a worn doll to her chest.
Reyansh packed his room next. Books went in boxes, clothes were neatly folded. The loyal staff carried everything out of the mansion.
"The car keys, sir?" the manager reminded him.
Before Reyansh could answer, the lawyer spoke up. "The car isn't part of what the Malhotra company owns. It belongs to Mr. Reyansh."
Relief washed over Reyansh. The car was his, a symbol of his own hard work – money saved from gigs and his internship. The staff loaded everything into the car, and as he pulled away from the mansion, a wave of uncertainty crashed over him. Where would he go? What would he do next?
With the car packed, he drove away, the future a vast unknown. Hunger gnawed at his stomach. Neither he nor Avi had eaten. He pulled into a nearby restaurant, carrying her inside, a sleeping weight against his chest.
He ordered food, making sure Avi ate first. It surprised him how well she listened, this little girl who had become his anchor. As she drifted off to sleep in his lap, a single tear rolled down his cheek. She was still happy, and despite everything, fate hadn't taken that away from her yet.
The waiter brought the bill, a small white rectangle that felt huge given his situation. With a heavy heart, Reyansh paid, the transaction a harsh reminder of his dwindling money.
"This is for you, sir," the waiter said kindly, placing a small, decorated card next to the receipt.
Confused, Reyansh flipped open the card. Elegant script danced across the page, the words hitting him like a wave.
"Every Destruction is for The Construction. Soon you will achieve heights no one can touch, with a name and fame that will echo through time. I wish you all the success in the world, Mr. Reyansh Malhotra. Follow your Heart, be strong, God bless you." - @Reyfangirl
The card was unsigned, the message cryptic yet strangely comforting. Was it a random act of kindness, or did someone, somewhere, truly believe in me? A spark of hope flickered within him a tiny flame against the overwhelming darkness.
He looked up at the waiter, searching his face for answers. "Who gave you this?" Reyansh rasped, his voice thick with emotion.
Suddenly, a commotion erupted at a nearby table. A gasp, a shout - an elderly man in his sixties slumped to the floor, clutching his chest.
Panic seized the restaurant. The manager's voice boomed through the room, "Is there a doctor here?!" People scrambled around the stricken man, a worried murmur rising from the crowd.
Instinct took over. Thankfully, Avi slept soundly in her carrier. With a hurried apology to the waiter, Reyansh placed the carrier on a nearby table. A concerned waitress assured him she'd keep an eye on it.Pushing his way through the throng, Reyansh reached the man. His medical training kicked in immediately. A quick check confirmed his worst fears - a heart attack. Adrenaline surged through him, replacing his helplessness with a fierce determination."Call an ambulance!" he barked at the manager, who fumbled for his phone. Every second counted. Knowing time was of the essence, Reyansh began CPR, his movements practiced and efficient.The ambulance screeched to a halt outside the familiar entrance of City General, the very hospital where Reyansh toiled as an intern. Relief washed over him."This man needs a cardiologist now!" Reyansh pleaded with the nurse, urgency lacing his voice. But her apologetic reply shattered his hope. "There's no available cardiologist right now, sir. We ca
His classmates, surprised by the initial aggression, stumbled back a step. But the one holding Avi held his ground, a cruel glint in his eyes. "Not until you entertain us a bit, Malhotra," he taunted.Avi's cries grew louder, her tiny body trembling. Reyansh knew he couldn't take another moment. He lunged again, this time with a speed and precision that surprised everyone. Years of hidden training in martial arts kicked in, his movements fluid and powerful.The classmate holding Avi barely had time to react before Reyansh's elbow connected with his solar plexus, the impact knocking the wind out of him. With a gasp, he doubled over, releasing his grip on Avi.Instinctively, Reyansh scooped her up before she hit the floor, cradling her close. The other classmates, momentarily stunned, finally reacted. They lunged towards him, a pack of wolves attacking a lone wolf pup.But Reyansh was a whirlwind of controlled fury. He met their attacks with practiced ease, his movements a blur of block
Reyansh knew Dr. Sudha wasn't naive. Maybe she'd seen the news, or maybe his family history was an open book to someone of her stature. Regardless, her offer was a lifeline, and he grasped it with both hands.Following the driver, Reyansh embarked on a new chapter, a flicker of hope rekindled in his chest. He reached the farmhouse, exhaustion finally claiming him. The driver unloaded their belongings, and Reyansh collapsed onto the bed, the weight of the day finally pressing down. He managed to settle Avi before succumbing to sleep himself.•••••Sunlight, a welcome change from the sterile white walls of his intern's quarters, streamed through the farmhouse curtains. A gentle pattering on his cheek brought a smile to Reyansh's face – it was Avi!"Very good morning, sleepyhead!" he said, his voice thick with sleep but warm with affection.Avi giggled and patted him back, her tiny hand surprisingly strong."Whoa there, little one," Reyansh chuckled. "You're beating up your Dad!"At the
A genuine smile lit up Saarayu's face. "Wow, that's amazing! All the very best, Reyansh," she said, her voice filled with warmth. Reyansh felt a flutter in his chest at the sound of his name."Thank you, Saarayu," he replied, surprised by the unexpected connection he felt despite their brief encounter.Suddenly, a flicker of surprise crossed her face. "Oh, I apologize, Reyansh sir," she stammered, her voice dropping slightly. "I'm actually a third-year M.B.B.S student myself."Reyansh stopped walking abruptly, a wave of emotions washing over him. He'd been about to ask her to be friends, the ghosts of his past threatening to pull him back. Taking a deep breath, he forced a smile. "Nothing really," he said, his voice strained. "Just lost in thought for a moment.""This must be the principal's office," Saarayu said, halting in front of the large oak door. Glancing around at the festive decorations and excited chatter, Reyansh noticed the college was buzzing. "Wow, is there a special eve
"Back off," Reyansh growled, anger boiling in his gut. "You have no idea who you're messing with."Ken raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Who is this hot chick?" he drawled, his gaze flicking between Saarayu and Reyansh."I said back off," Reyansh repeated, his voice a low growl. "Don't tempt me."Ken scoffed. "What are you gonna do? You're such a loser."A fierce determination surged through Reyansh. "Consider this a challenge, Ken," he declared. "You won't be the only rockstar around here for much longer. I'll show the world my talent. Your little rockstar facade, your inflated ego – I'll snatch it all from you. Just wait and see."A flicker of uncertainty crossed Ken's eyes, a hint that maybe, just maybe, Reyansh's words held more weight than he cared to admit.With a final glare, Ken stormed off, leaving them amidst the curious stares of the remaining festival-goers."Saarayu, what was that?" Reyansh blurted, still reeling from the slap. "You slapped him!"Her expres
"Yeh!" she declared, her bright eyes sparkling with delight."Such a good girl you are, aren't you, baby?" Reyansh cooed, his heart overflowing with love.Avi, nestled comfortably in his arms, simply grinned and bounced a happy, "Yess!"The warmth of the reunion with Avi lingered as Reyansh scanned the living room. Everything was neat and tidy, a testament to the nanny's attentiveness."Thank you for taking such good care of everything," he said with a genuine smile.The nanny beamed. "Of course, sir. Is there anything you'd like me to prepare for dinner?"Reyansh shook his head. "Thank you, but tonight I'll handle it.Her eyes crinkled at the corners. "Certainly, sir. Enjoy your evening sir"With a grateful nod, Reyansh saw the nanny out the door. Now it was just him and Avi."Ice cream!" Avi squealed, pointing at her face with a mischievous glint in her eyes. He knew that look all too well - it meant she'd been plotting sweet, sticky mayhem.Completely forgotten. He'd promised choco
Saarayu's worry softened into a gentle concern. She placed a hand on his shoulder, her touch warm and reassuring. "Why don't you take a seat for a moment, Reyansh? I'll make some warm milk for Avi. It might help calm her down."Reyansh hesitated, his gaze flitting between Saarayu's concerned face and the trembling form of Avi in his arms. "I wouldn't want to trouble you," he mumbled, sincerity lacing his voice.Saarayu's smile was understanding. "Nonsense, Reyansh. This is the least I can do. You both must be shaken up after that scare."She looked around for a moment, her eyes settling on the spare room down the hall. "In fact," she continued, her voice dropping to a soft murmur, "it might not be the safest place for you to be tonight. Why don't you stay here, I am in my home ? At least until the adrenaline wears off."A flicker of surprise crossed Reyansh's face. He glanced down at Avi, who was starting to doze off in his arms, a tiny whimper escaping her lips every now and then. Th
Reyansh swallowed his anxieties, pushing them down deep. "Alright, that's enough for now," he said, his voice tight. "You got into college, Saarayu. I don't want to cause you any more trouble. I have to find out who's behind this."Saarayu stared at him, her heart a tangled mess. "But..." she began, the words catching in her throat. How could she leave him facing this alone? A fresh wave of tears welled up in Avi's eyes. Saarayu scooped her up instinctively, whispering soothing words. "If you don't mind," she said, her voice trembling, "can I take Avi with me? She's just a baby. It wouldn't be good for her to be alone."Reyansh flinched. "The nanny is here to look after her," he said curtly, a muscle jumping in his jaw.Saarayu's voice hitched. "Seriously, Reyansh? After we just found out someone's trying to kill you and potentially harm Avi too?"He couldn't meet her gaze. Shame burned in his chest."I have a duty to the children's ward," Saarayu continued, her voice firm despite th