The night air on the terrace felt heavier now—charged, dangerous.
Both Rudranshi and Rudrima still stood cloaked in their black hoodies, faces hidden behind the balaclavas, identities buried beneath shadows.
Rudrima stepped closer to Aarav, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes.
Tap.
She knocked her knuckles lightly against his head, giggling under her breath like this was nothing more than a game.
“Hello, dulhe raja,” she teased softly.
(Hello, Mr. Groom)
Aarav’s jaw tightened instantly, his teeth clenching as he struggled against the ropes binding him to the chair. But it was useless. Completely useless.
Because right now—
He wasn’t in control.
And that was something he clearly wasn’t used to.
A soft vibration broke the moment.
Rudranshi pulled out her phone, her eyes scanning the message. Her secretary.
Jiya: Everything is in its place.
A pause.
Then,
A slow, dark smile curved on her lips.
Without a word, she walked toward the edge of the terrace, her steps calm, measured.
From the railing, she looked down.
Below,
Her men stood scattered strategically, blending within the crowd yet unmistakably alert. Waiting. Watching. Ready for her signal.
Everything was set.
Rudrima leaned against the wall totally bored.
Rudrima finally pushed herself off the wall and walked toward Rudranshi, slipping an arm around her in a side hug, her lips forming an exaggerated pout.
“Didi… kya hua?” she murmured, tilting her head slightly.
Rudranshi smirked slightly.
And then she moved.
Rudranshi grabbed Aarav by the collar, her grip firm as she dragged him toward the railing, her movements precise, controlled.
The plan was simple, to throw Aarav to the back door where there was no crowd, no attention.
Simple. Clear.
But Aarav wasn’t going down without resistance.
With his hands and legs still tied, he bent forward suddenly and slammed his head into her stomach.
A sharp gasp escaped her as she staggered back a step, the impact knocking the air out of her.
“Damn it—” she hissed under her breath.
Aarav twisted, struggling harder now, his body turning aggressive despite the restraints. He tried to strike again—
But before his move could land—
Rudrima stepped in.
“Uff, kitna drama karta hai yeh,” she muttered, rolling her eyes.
(Uff, how much drama he does,)
In one swift motion, she caught his arm mid-air, stopping the hit before it could reach Rudranshi. At the same time, she bent slightly, grabbing him firmly from the calves.
And then without hesitation
She lifted and shoved.
Aarav’s body went over the railing.
For a split second,
He was falling.
The night air rushed past him, the drop from the eighth floor cutting through the silence like a scream waiting to happen.
But it never did.
Below,
Rudranshi’s men moved in perfect coordination.
They caught him mid-drop, absorbing the impact cleanly, not letting even a sound escape into the chaos above.
Within seconds, he was secured handled swiftly, efficiently.
Like a sealed package being moved without attention.
Gone.
Just like that.
Up on the terrace, silence returned.
Rudrima dusted her hands casually, completely unbothered. “Delivery successful,” she smirked.
Rudranshi straightened, still recovering slightly from the hit, but her expression had already returned to its usual cold composure.
Her gaze drifted once toward the edge, confirming the execution.
Perfect.
No noise.
No witnesses.
No mistakes.
Rudrima, still riding the thrill of the perfectly executed plan, suddenly threw her arms around Rudranshi, pulling her into a tight hug.
Before Rudranshi could even react—
mwah!
She planted a loud kiss on her cheek.
Rudranshi froze for a second.
Then, with the same cold composure, she lifted her hand and wiped her cheek clean—slowly, deliberately.
Rudrima pulled back instantly, her expression shifting from excitement to pure offense. Her cheeks puffed out, eyes narrowing in exaggerated anger.
“Rude.”
Rudranshi raised a brow, completely unfazed.
“Unhygienic.”
Rudrima gasped like she had just been personally attacked.
“Excuse me?! That was affection!”
“That was unnecessary,” Rudranshi replied flatly.
Rudrima crossed her arms, still pouting, her lips pushed out in full drama mode.
“Haan haan, emotions naam ki cheez hi nahi hai aapme,” she muttered.
(Yes, yes, you don't have emotions)
Rudranshi didn’t respond.
But for a split second,
The faintest hint of amusement flickered in her eyes.
Rudranshi reached into her pocket, her expression still as composed as ever, and without a word—tossed something toward Rudrima.
Reflexively, Rudrima caught it mid-air.
For a second, she frowned—confused.
Then she looked down.
A sleek car key.
BMW.
The button glinted under the dim light.
Her eyes widened.
“NO WAY—”
The excitement hit her instantly. She pressed the button without even thinking, and from below, the sharp beep of a luxury car unlocking echoed faintly.
That was it.
Rudrima let out a high-pitched squeal, practically jumping in place. “DIDIII!”
All anger? Gone.
All attitude? Gone.
Replaced by pure, uncontrollable happiness.
She looked at Rudranshi for half a second—like she wanted to hug her again—but wisely stopped herself, remembering what happened last time.
“Love you—but door se!” she grinned quickly.
And before Rudranshi could respond,
She bolted.
Literally ran toward the stairs, her excitement echoing louder than her footsteps as she rushed down to see—no, claim—her new car.
Rudranshi watched her go, shaking her head faintly.
Chaos.
That girl was pure chaos.
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