In a world where art and technology collide, two lives are bound by secrets, danger, and and undeniable connection.
She is the nation's most beloved artist, her work capturing the hearts of millions. Her paintings, rich with emotion and hidden mean...
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Today, I was resolute—I needed to ask Aditi how her brother looked. The thought of him had been consuming me, his presence lingering in my mind like an unfinished sentence.
I couldn’t even bring myself to paint; every time I tried, my thoughts would drift back to those piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through me, sparking a feeling I never knew existed.
As if summoned by my thoughts, in walked Aditi, arms full of takeout boxes, our shared guilty pleasure. "Naam liya aur hajir," I muttered, smiling at the sight of her.
I never used to care much about food until Aditi started introducing me to different cuisines during our hangouts.
"Aise kabhi ho sakta hai tu mujhe yaad kare aur main na aaun?" she teased with a playful grin.
*If only she knew I was thinking about her brother,* I thought to myself, trying to keep my expression neutral.
"Kaha kho gayi?" Aditi asked, shrugging off her jacket.
"Nowhere, just hungry," I said quickly, brushing it off.
"Come on, hand over the food already," I added with a laugh, eager to change the subject.
I finally opened up to Aditi about everything Rishi had done—the betrayal, the stolen money, the reason I had to sell Bronze Heart.
I told her I’d already filed a case, trying to sound as composed as possible. She listened patiently, but I could see the hurt in her eyes, a silent accusation that I hadn’t confided in her sooner.
"Are you in your right mind, Esha? Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped you handle this more easily," she said, her voice tinged with frustration.
"I know, I should have," I admitted, the weight of the truth pressing down on me. "But it wasn’t just the money, Aditi. I was hurt because... I loved him."
"Whatever it was, I always knew you were too good for him. And I was right," she replied firmly, her words offering some comfort.
"Send me all the information—everything he did, all the money he took. I’ll get Bhai to look into it."
"Bhai?" I asked, curious.
"Yes, my brother Aditya. He’s the owner of Shield Securities and also a hacker. I’m sure he’ll help you," she explained.
My heart skipped a beat. "Can you show me your brother’s picture?" I asked, needing to confirm the suspicion gnawing at me.
