So the story
Continued.
He thought when he first time saw her .
🖤 Flashback
Shivansh had come to the orphanage that day under the name of charity.
But charity was never his real intention.
He had received information—
Illegal activities were being carried out behind the walls of this place.
And Shivansh Rathore never ignored such things.
The orphanage looked peaceful from the outside.
Children laughing.
Running.
Playing.
But Shivansh's eyes didn't believe in peace so easily.
He stepped inside.
His presence alone made the environment heavy.
Staff members straightened instantly.
No one dared to question him.
He was about to move toward the office—
When suddenly—
His steps stopped.
His gaze shifted.
There—
In the middle of the garden—
A girl was sitting on the ground.
Surrounded by children.
She was laughing.
Playing with them.
Helping one child stand… wiping another's tears.
For a moment—
Everything around him faded.
Silence.
His eyes fixed on her.
Unmoving.
A strange feeling passed through him.
His lips moved unconsciously—
"Princess…?"
Then suddenly—
His expression changed.
Cold.
Sharp.
"No…" he muttered under his breath.
"That's not possible."
"She's dead."
But something caught his attention.
A locket around her neck.
His eyes narrowed.
That locket…
It looked familiar.
Too familiar.
He took a step forward.
Then stopped.
No.
Without another word-
He turned.
And walked away.
But his mind—
Stayed there.
🖤 At Adya's Side
Adya smiled softly as she sat with the children.
"Angel di! Why are you late today?" one child asked.
She laughed lightly.
"Sorry, bachha…"
Another child spoke innocently—
"It's okay, di… but where is Ridhi di? Anu di? Kaashvi di… and Shree di?"
Silence.
For a second—
Adya froze.
Her eyes filled with tears.
But she quickly looked away—
So no one would notice.
"They're studying…" she replied softly.
The child nodded happily.
"Okay di!"
Adya smiled again.
But this time—
It didn't reach her eyes.
After some time—
She left the orphanage quietly.
And returned to her mansion .
🌙 Night – Shivansh's Side
Shivansh stood near the window in his mansion.
The city lights reflected in his cold eyes.
But his mind—
Was somewhere else.
Her face.
Her smile.
Her tears .
That locket.
"No…" he said again.
"It's not possible."
"She died in that accident."
A pause.
"But that pendant…"
His jaw tightened.
Without wasting another second—
He walked toward a room.
The door opened.
Inside—
There was a single frame.
A picture.
A little girl.
Barely one or two years old.
In the arms of a small boy.
Around four or five.
Beside them—
Another boy stood.
Same age.
Shivansh stared at it.
Unblinking.
Then slowly—
He picked up a canvas.
And began to draw.
Every detail.
Every line.
Every expression.
The girl he saw today.
His movements were calm.
Precise.
But his eyes—
Dark.
Obsessed.
When he finished—
He looked at the painting.
And whispered—
"I won't think about you…"
A pause.
"But the next time we meet…"
His voice dropped.
"I will know everything."
His eyes hardened.
"And if you are my princess…"
A faint, dangerous smirk appeared.
"Then I'll never let you go." 🖤⚡
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