Bride of Youngest Rajvanshi
NOT REAL.
The night stretched deep into silence, yet Vedanth was nowhere to be seen.
Meera sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers anxiously gripping her phone as she dialed his number—again and again. No answer.
Her eyes flickered to the clock—2:00 AM. The unease in her chest grew heavier.
Unable to sit still any longer, she walked to the balcony, hoping—praying—to catch a glimpse of him. And then, her breath hitched.
There he was. Alone. Stepping out of his car, his movements unsteady, his broad frame swaying slightly as he tried to walk.
Her heart clenched. Something was wrong.
Without a second thought, she rushed downstairs, her bare feet padding against the cold floor. As she reached the entrance, her fears turned into reality—he was stumbling. His eyes, red and clouded. The sharp scent of alcohol clung to him. Dried blood stained his white shirt, a faint cut visible on his lips.
Meera Rajvanshi
Vedanth...
She gasped, holding onto him before he could fall. His body was tense yet weak, as if exhaustion had completely drained him.
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