Khushi's POV
The click of Lisa's heels still echoed in my ears long after she'd left Arnav's cabin. I stood there, trembling with rage, my fingers digging into my palms. That bitch. That absolute bitch. She'd been leaning over his desk like she owned him, her cleavage practically spilling into his face, and he'd just sat there—smiling at her like she was some kind of goddess.
I have started something I am not even sure anyone would read. Now here we are. Me—still writing. You—still here. I’m not backed by fame or algorithms, just pure passion… and you. So if you’re reading this, thank you. Your support doesn’t just help—it builds this journey. And every share, every comment, every cheer? It’s another “Keep going.” And I will. For you to read. Comment your darkest desires to read in the story.
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