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ANANYA
"Okay, I will try to find it," I said to Aarohi before hanging up the call. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door to my room.
Not seeing anyone on the floor, I headed towards Arhan's bedroom. It wasn't unusual for me to go there; I usually went when we had an argument or when he had done something wrong. So, it had become quite normal for me to enter the room, and I didn't worry about the CCTV cameras.
Knowing Arhan was likely at work, I quickly made my way to the table, searching for the item I came here to find.
His room was sparse, with only one large portrait of black roses hanging on the wall in front of the bed.
I opened the drawers, searching for a picture of his family or father. The first drawer contained only papers. The second was filled with random items like batteries and chargers.
When I opened the third drawer, my breath caught in my lungs. There were at least seven guns with bullets. Should I keep one for myself?
Should I threaten him with this, like he does to me? I went through the guns and picked the smallest one, my hands lightly shaking.
Damn, this feels...
Amazing.
What the...
Focus, Ananya. Focus.
I shook my head and placed the gun back on the table. After not finding anything in the room, I moved to his closet.
I had been here a few times before, as my belongings were once stored here. I looked at the empty corners where I used to keep my clothes, bags, and heels. All the cabinets and spaces were empty, devoid of anything I once kept there. I sighed and continued searching, but found nothing.
I decided to check his study room. As I stepped out of the closet, I froze. Arhan was sitting on the bed, watching me, his hands clasped together. My heart began to race.
The tension in the room was palpable, and I could feel my pulse quicken. The weight of his gaze bore down on me, and I struggled to maintain my composure. The air was thick with unspoken words and unresolved emotions, and I knew that whatever happened next would be crucial.
