What none of them noticed was Roshni standing nearby, her sharp ears catching every word. The name Ashers’ enemies rang loudly in her mind, hitting her like a slap. Her father’s bloodied face flashed before her eyes, and her temper flared.
Fury propelled her forward, her footsteps echoing through the lounge. Before anyone could react, she grabbed Sam Asher by the collar, her fiery gaze boring into his surprised but calm eyes.
Roshni Singh Rawat
Tumhare dushman mere babasa ko kyu target kiya?!
Why did your enemy target my father?!
Sam didn’t resist. In fact, he stood still, intrigued by the sudden nearness of her. Her anger painted her cheeks a faint crimson, and her fierce expression stirred something in him—a strange admiration. Up close, he could see every detail of her defiance, her pain, and her strength.
Agastya let out a low whistle from the corner, amused by the scene unfolding before him.
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