TERE AA JANE SE

Ch 25 Unexpected wounds !

Shalini handing over a elegant red off-shoulder dress, had departed after a fleeting gaze, leaving Hiya deep in contemplation. Observing Hiya lost in her thoughts, the makeup artist intervened, urging, "Ma'am, swiftly wear this dress so I can proceed with your makeup and hairstyle."

Responding with a gentle nod and a subdued "hmm," Hiya, clutching the dress, she moved towards the dressing room with deliberate, measured steps. The air held an anticipation as the transformation awaited in the subtle ambiance of the dressing room.

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Having just returned from the office, Ahil entered the mansion, and his immediate focus was on finding Hiya. His eyes darted around, scanning every corner, but she remained elusive, absent from his sight within the vast expanse of the house.

In a moment of introspection, Ahil, with a quick shake of his head, murmured to himself, "Why am I fervently searching for this girl? It's not like my existence depends on glimpsing her. Moreover, I have no meaningful connection with her wherever she might be. Let her fade away with my indifference."

Lost in his thoughts, he proceeded towards his room. As he crossed the threshold, he instinctively searched the room for Hiya once more. He harshly confronted his own musings, questioning the sudden intensity of his emotions. This reaction was unparalleled, and he grappled with understanding what had triggered such a profound shift in his usual demeanor towards her.

Having encountered numerous beautiful and gorgeous girls in the past, Ahil had conversed with them, yet none had managed to entangle him in the allure of their beauty. So, the question lingered - What was unfolding with him now?

Suddenly, Ahil's sister, Megha, entered his room carrying his suit, placing it on the bed. She playfully remarked, "Little Raizada, now that you're home, get ready. Your bride is also getting prepared. Besides, the party will commence shortly. Afterall, this evening is dedicated to my dear brother and lovely sister-in-law." With a teasing smile, she exited the room.

On the other side, as Hiya emerged in the red gown, the makeup artist, captivated by her appearance, exclaimed, "Beautiful, ma'am, you look so lovely even without makeup." The sincerity in the artist's compliment echoed the innate charm that Hiya radiated effortlessly.

As the makeup artist turned Hiya around to inspect her from the back, initial admiration for Hiya's charm from the front transformed into visible shock. Hiya appeared incredibly endearing from the front, but it was the backless design of her dress that left the makeup artist astonished.

The entirety of Hiya's back was on display due to the dress's design. The makeup artist, unable to conceal her surprise, had eyes wide with disbelief, and her shocked expression was evident. Without verbalizing anything, she tactfully excused herself and hastily exited the room.

Witnessing the makeup artist's departure, Hiya, gripped by a sudden fear, unconsciously felt beads of sweat forming on her forehead. In a state of anxiety, she whispered to herself, "Oh no, what's going to happen now?" Her fingers nervously twisted, reflecting her apprehension about the unforeseen turn of events.

As the door swung open, not only the makeup artist but also Shalini entered the room. Shalini, visibly concerned, approached Hiya and, while examining her back, expressed worry about the wounds and marks scattered across it.

Upon closer observation, Shalini noticed additional bruised marks near Hiya's hands and around her neck. Disturbed by what she saw, Shalini turned towards Hiya and inquired, "What happened, Hiya? What are these wounds and marks? How did it happen?" But Hiya remains silent with her head hung low in nervousness.

In a determined tone, she decided, "Wait, I'll call Ahil right away; he'll tell me the truth." Shalini signaled for the makeup artist to leave and promptly dialed Ahil's number, seeking clarity on the unsettling situation.

Her phone was on speaker, and after a couple of rings, he answered the call. "Yeah, Mom? What happened?"

"What happened, my foot? Come to the room downstairs right away," she said, gritting her teeth in anger.

"But Mom, what's wrong? I... I can't come right now," he replied, refusing firmly.

"I said come right now!" she scolded him once again.

In response to his mother's anger, Ahil adopted a slightly cheeky attitude, remarking, "Mom, it seems like you've started being stubborn like kids nowadays." With a teasing tone and a deep breath, he added, "You wait, I'll be there in 5 minutes."

Hearing about Ahil's impending arrival, Hiya felt a chill run down her spine. She already harbored a significant fear of Ahil. Puzzled and apprehensive, she wondered why her mother had called Ahil to the room and what might unfold.

As she was busy contemplating, Ahil walked into the room with a confident stride, the black suit fitting him impeccably. Underneath, a white silk shirt peeked through, accentuating his polished appearance. The meticulous black tie added a touch of sophistication to his ensemble. His hair, carefully styled with gel, showcased a deliberate effort towards perfection.

In his hand, he held a Rolex golden watch, the embodiment of timeless elegance, which subtly hinted at a refined taste. As Hiya's eyes met his, her heart quickened; he seemed to embody the epitome of a prince charming, leaving no room for doubt.

The room was filled with an air of enchantment, as if drawn from a fairy tale. However, amidst the allure, a pang of sorrow resonated within her. As she thinks though he was the most handsome of her dreams he wasn't same from his act and behaviour. He was more Utkarsh, with a demeanor as merciless as fate, carried a burden of unspoken pain. With a heavy heart, she averted her gaze, silently navigating the complexities of her emotions.

As he stepped into the room, the resonance of his mother's authoritative voice cut through the air, instructing, "Close the door and come here."

Responding to her directive, he closed the door, an unspoken question lingering in his mind about his mother's unusual demeanor today. While contemplating this mystery, he quietly secured the room by locking the door. Without casting a glance in Hiya's direction, he advanced towards his mother.

In a moment of unexpected intensity, his mother firmly seized his hand and pulled him close to his wife.