Twisted Vows The Man Behind the Curtain

Next Morning | Serenwood University Campus | Legal Affairs Office

Saanvi Arora

(I didn’t sleep. Not even for a second. My body left the mansion… but my mind was still stuck in that hallway with him.)

Aarav Virani. That name was now a curse. Or maybe a key.

Either way, I needed out. And I needed proof.

Classmate

Good morning. You’re here to file a report?

Saanvi Arora

Yes. Against a university contractor. Possibly impersonating staff.

Classmate

(typing) Your name?

Saanvi Arora

Saanvi Arora.

Receptionist paused. Her smile flickered. Her fingers hovered above the keyboard like something just glitched.

Classmate

Could you repeat that?

Saanvi Arora

Saanvi. Arora.

Classmate

There’s no one under that name in our active enrollment system.

Saanvi Arora

(tense) What?

Classmate

(rechecking) No scholarship file either. Are you… sure you're a student here?

My blood ran cold. How..how could my file just vanish? Unless someone deleted it.

Someone who didn’t need to follow the rules.

[ Later that evening | Saanvi returns to the mansion ]

Saanvi Arora

( I wasn’t going to go back. I swore I wouldn’t. But the moment I realized my entire record had been wiped… I had no choice. He owned the system. And if I wanted to survive, I had to understand the man controlling it. )

[Inside the mansion | Main hallway]

The same silence. The same marble floor. And the same footsteps... slow, deliberate.

Aarav Virani

You came back.

Saanvi Arora

(flatly) My scholarship files are gone.

Aarav Virani

(smirking slightly) Interesting.

He turned away. Not surprised. Not even curious. Like he already knew. Like he had pressed the key himself.

Saanvi Arora

You’re erasing me now?

Aarav Virani

No.

Aarav Virani

I’m giving you a chance to exist where it matters.

Saanvi Arora

You don’t get to decide that.

Aarav Virani

(softly) Don’t I?

He said it with no arrogance. No heat. Just… certainty. And for a second, I hated how calm he always was. Like I was the only one spiraling.

[Study Room | Saanvi follows him inside]

Saanvi Arora

(I shouldn’t have followed him into that room. The air was colder there, not from temperature, but from memory. Bookshelves. Steel file cabinets. A scent of something… old. And then—)

Saanvi Arora

(eyes freezing on a photo frame) What is that?

I stepped closer. A picture on his desk. Faded, black-and-white. A group of students. Familiar faces. Familiar uniforms. And at the edge half-hidden behind someone else was a face I knew better than my own.

Aryan. My brother.

Saanvi Arora

(shaky) Where did you get this?

Aarav Virani

(without looking up) He used to work for my father.

I stumbled back. Like the floor had tilted under me. Aryan never told me. He never—

Saanvi Arora

He died in a car crash.

Aarav Virani

That’s what they told you.

Saanvi Arora

What does that mean?

Aarav Virani

(quietly) It means the man you trusted was already in the game you just stepped into. Long before you even knew it existed.

I wanted to scream. Or cry. Or both. But my voice betrayed me. My legs froze. Because in that moment… I knew. This wasn’t just about control. This was about secrets. Old ones. Hidden ones. And maybe… blood-soaked ones.

--- End of Chapter 2 ---

Her brother’s name wasn’t just in Aarav’s house. It was buried in everything he touched. And now… she’s next.

✨ Next: Chapter 3 – The Ghost He Knew How much truth can you handle, when it comes from the man pulling your strings?

Will Saanvi walk away now… or follow the trail her brother never finished?

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