PART 2: THE UNBROKEN STRANGER
Beneath the thin fabric of his shirt, his back muscles had contracted with incredible, athletic strength to shield my head from the hard wooden floor.
I looked up into his dark eyes, realizing that his legs were braced firmly against the ground—not limp or lifeless as everyone in the world had been led to believe.
“You’re not paralyzed,” I whispered, the breath catching in my throat as his strong hands gently held my waist to keep me steady.
Arnav’s cold expression softened for a fraction of a second, replaced by a sharp, calculating gaze as he slowly helped me stand up.
He stood to his full height effortlessly, towering over me in the dimly lit room with an imposing, powerful presence that defied every rumor.
“If you value your family’s safety, Aarohi, you will not utter a single word about what you saw tonight,” he spoke in a low, intense tone.
(Why has Arnav been hiding his recovery for five years? Click “Next Page” to continue to PART 3…)
