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For the first time in forever, I wake up feeling... actually rested. The blanket cocoons me in warmth, the air deliciously cool-the perfect balance I crave. No chaos. No noise. No men barging in like they own pieces of my life.
For once, silence belongs to me.
I stretch slowly, savoring it, letting rare peace seep into my bones.
Until- BAM!
The door explodes open like a hurricane, the hinges rattling as if they'll rip right off.
I jolt upright, serenity slaughtered in an instant, as Tara storms in-eyes blazing, fury practically crackling off her skin.
"You!" she snaps, striding toward me like a general marching into war, hands planted firmly on her hips.
I blink, brain lagging. What the hell did I do this time?
Rubbing my eyes, I mutter groggily, "What the hell?" Already bracing for impact.
"Explain. Now."
I sigh long and slow, dragging it out like oxygen costs me energy. "Explain what, exactly?"
She scoffs, folding her arms so tight she practically radiates exasperation. "Oh, don't play dumb, Siara. You know exactly what I'm talking about."
I groan, flop back against the pillows, yanking the blanket higher like maybe I can smother the chaos away. Good morning, peace. Nice knowing you.
Before I can even process, the door slams open again.
Simran barrels in, hair slightly wild, steps sharp, eyes seething. Definitely rage-induced pacing before this.
"Oh, perfect," I mutter, draping an arm over my face. "Let's turn this into a damn press conference."
"Siara. What. The. Hell. Did. You. Do?" Simran's words cut like knives.
Tara piles on, scoffing. "She did something."
Simran throws her hands up, practically vibrating with fury. "Do you even realize what happened after that mess you shoved us into?! Raj- that smug, infuriating menace-cornered me for hours! Kept saying-" She mocks his deep tone, inhaling sharply. "'You missed me, right? Come on, Simran, admit it. You missed me.'"
Her hands curl into fists like she's already throttling him in her head.
I choke back laughter, smirking. "Okay, but that's actually hilarious."
Her head snaps toward me, eyes blazing. "DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'M LAUGHING?!"
I sigh, playing the martyr. "Alright, you're mad. I get it. But wasn't this bound to happen eventually?"
Tara crosses her arms tighter, jaw clenched. "No, Siara, it was not bound to happen. We were fine avoiding them. We were fine living our lives without unnecessary, idiotic interference!"
I tilt my head, arching a brow. "Were you, though?"
She stiffens. Simran exhales like she might combust.
I smirk, words sharp. "All I did was speed up the inevitable. Raj was going to chase you sooner or later, Simran. And Adi? Well, Tara, you know patience isn't exactly his strength."
Tara jabs a finger at me. "You are the problem."
Simran groans, collapsing onto the bed beside me, muffling her scream into her hands. "I can't believe this is my life."
Tara hurls a pillow-deadly aim. I dodge last second, laughing.
"Fix it."
I grin, leaning smugly into the headboard. "Sweetheart," I purr, "this is only the beginning."
---
And then-silence.
Not peace. Just... unnerving silence.
My eyes narrow. Why aren't they still screaming?
Simran presses her lips tight, suspiciously calm. Tara shrugs, too casual, picking at invisible dirt under her nails.
"Oh, we figured it out," Tara says lightly.
I sit up straighter. "Figured it out?"
Simran stretches lazily, tone smooth. "Yeah, yeah. Everything's fine now. No thanks to you."
I squint. "You were ready to rip me apart ten seconds ago."
Tara waves me off. "We handled it. Don't stress."
Simran joins in, syrupy-smooth. "Yeah. Things are sorted now."
My gaze sharpens. Their eyes won't meet mine. Tara's suddenly fascinated by her nails, Simran stretching like she's hiding laughter.
And then-click.
"You're messing with me."
Tara cracks first, snorting.
Simran smirks. "Obviously."
My jaw drops. "You wasted my time-dragged me through theatrics-just for fun?!"
I shove a pillow at them. "You're the worst!"
Tara dodges, laughing. "Hey, we needed payback for your disaster last night!"
Simran grins. "And besides, everything really is fine. Adi and Raj figured it out."
I gape. "So this was all just you two screwing with me?"
Tara shrugs, angelic. "Obviously."
Simran smirks wider. "Consider it karma."
I groan, flop dramatically back into the pillows.
But... the smirk creeps onto my lips.
They got me good.
And this war? Oh, it's nowhere near over.
Just wait. Payback's coming.
---
The air shifts.
Even after their ridiculous stunt, the atmosphere turns heavier-like storm echoes still linger.
The door creaks.
Roop steps in first, casual but watchful. Behind him-Sara.
But not her usual sharp, poised self. She moves slower, exhaustion etched into her face, shoulders drooped, eyes unfocused-present, but not really here.
I sit up instantly. "Sara?" My voice is sharp, concerned.
She doesn't respond. Just blinks once. Twice. Processing too slowly.
I glance at Roop.
He exhales, rubbing a hand through his hair. "Don't bother asking. She's said nothing all morning."
I frown, turning back. "Sara." Softer this time. "What's wrong?"
She doesn't meet my gaze.
But I notice-the tight swallow, the twitch of her fingers against her arm, silence pressing in like suffocation instead of avoidance.
Roop slumps into a chair, resigned. "It's just the hangover," he mutters. "Nothing dramatic."
I look between them.
Her stance. Her breathing. Her silence.
This isn't just a hangover.
But she won't say. Not now.
And I have to decide-push, or wait.
Either way, one truth claws at me.
Something happened last night.
And I'll find out.
********
The plan is simple enough-get ready, eat, then hit the beach.
I roll my shoulders, stretching the tension away. "Alright, time to look somewhat presentable."
Simran scoffs. "Good luck with that."
Tara is already halfway to the bathroom, muttering darkly. "If I don't get food in the next ten minutes, someone is dying."
Roop smirks, fiddling with the rings on her fingers. "That's... mildly concerning."
We scatter-freshening up, dragging on whatever clothes survived last night's chaos.
By the time we reach the breakfast hall, the place is buzzing.
Raj, Adi, and the rest of the usual suspects lounge around like kings, too smug for my liking.
Raj spots Simran first. His grin is pure warning.
"Morning, sunshine."
Simran freezes mid-step. Her fingers twitch like she's actually debating hurling a plate at his face.
She exhales sharply, glare sharp enough to slice. "Try that again, and you're dead."
Raj raises both hands in mock surrender, grin widening. "Feisty first thing in the morning. I respect the consistency."
Adi chuckles, sliding into the seat beside Tara like it's his birthright. "Took you guys long enough."
Tara ignores him completely, eyes scanning the buffet like a detective at a crime scene. "Waffles. Now."
Plates are stacked, food piled, coffee poured. The room hums with chatter, laughter, and leftover tension.
I eat slow, watching. Raj pushing Simran's patience. Adi sneaking glances at Tara, clearly waiting for her to throw something at him. Roop scrolling her phone, lips twitching at whatever Zafar texted.
After breakfast, Adi claps his hands together. "Beach time!"
Energy spikes again. Towels, sunglasses, sunscreen-all grabbed in a rush.
The second we step outside, the world shifts.
Warm sand. Wild ocean. A sky impossibly blue. The breeze wrapping around us, heavy with salt and the weight of everything unspoken.
I inhale deeply. Something about today feels different.
And whatever it is?
It won't be quiet.
At the Beach
The couples scatter. Raj drags Simran toward the rocky edge of the shore. Tara and Adi vanish near the beachside shacks. Roop tugs Zafar away with an amused smirk.
That leaves just me and Sara.
She's quieter than usual, but... lighter somehow. The heaviness from this morning has thinned.
We walk side by side, feet sinking into damp sand, breeze tugging our clothes.
After a while, I nudge her lightly. "Feeling better?"
She exhales slowly, eyes on the rolling waves. "Yeah."
Just one word. But enough.
She stops, lets the water kiss her toes, tilts her head to the sun as if she can breathe it in.
I watch the way her chest rises now-unhurried, less guarded.
"You should've just said you needed the ocean," I tease.
She chuckles, soft. "Maybe I did."
We keep walking, letting beach sounds fill the gaps. Laughter from the shacks, faint music drifting. The world is alive again.
For the first time today, she looks at ease.
And that? Feels like victory.
Sunlight gleams off waves. Salt clings to the breeze. Chaos feels far away.
Earbuds in, playlist shared. Doobey thrums in rhythm with the ocean.
Sara throws her head back laughing at something ridiculous I say-bright, carefree.
I snap my phone up. "Hold still."
She groans. "Ugh, no-"
"Too late." Click.
She snatches my phone instantly. "At least let me take one of you."
I roll my eyes but let her. She waits for the wave to break, catches the sun just right, and clicks.
When she shows me the result, I blink. "Okay, that's actually good."
She grins smugly. "Obviously."
I shake my head, laughing, slipping my phone back into my pocket.
The song shifts to another upbeat track, and we keep walking, our footprints trailing behind us in the sand, laughter carrying over the waves.
For the first time today, everything just... fits.
And I let myself enjoy it.
*******
The moment shifts in a blink.
One second, Sara and I are lost in the rhythm of Doobey, laughter spilling into the breeze, the waves crashing in perfect time.
Then? Disruption.
Then-like always-it shifts.
Two men step into our path. Cocky. Smirking. Reeking arrogance.
"Hey," one drawls, eyes flicking between us. "You two alone?"
Sara doesn't even look at him. "No."
The other chuckles, stepping closer. "Don't be like that. Let us take you out-drinks, maybe?"
I exchanged a glance with her. Irritation curls hot in my chest. "Not interested."
They don't back off.
The first one moves closer, his hand brushing my arm-deliberate.
Disgust spikes. I jerk back. "Don't touch me."
The air sharpens.
Then-without warning-his foot swings.
Pain detonates in my stomach, knocking the air out of me, sending me crashing into the sand.
The world tilts. I don't even get the chance to fight back.
But Sara does.
Before the second guy can touch her, her fist cracks across his face-fast, brutal. Blood spurts instantly, dripping between his fingers as he clutches his nose.
He staggers, but she doesn't stop. Another hit. Then another. Ruthless.
The first guy turns toward her, fury twisting his face.
Big mistake.
I shove myself upright, ignoring the ache in my gut, and launch forward.
Frustration flares in my head: The shit-why today, when I don't have a gun?
My fist smashes his jaw. He stumbles. Another blow-to his ribs, his stomach. His curses drown beneath my fists.
He tries to regain footing. Fails.
But Sara? She's still going.
Her rage is unchained-hammering the man she floored first, fists mercilessly. The sound of knuckles cracking bone makes my skin crawl.
I watched her, stunned. I've seen her temper. But this? This level of violence? It's shocking.
She won't stop.
I lunge, grabbing her arms, pulling her back. "Sara," I breathe, steadily, grounding her. "That's enough."
She resists, chest heaving, eyes wild.
Finally, her breath slows.
Her gaze flicks to me, then to the men-broken, bloodied, barely conscious in the sand.
Her fists loosen.
I keep my hold firm but gentle. "Come on. They're done."
She exhales, sharp. Nods once.
Now's not the time for questions.
But I feel it-eyes on us.
I glance up.
And there they are.
Rudra. Tiziano.
Watching. Unreadable. Like they just saw something they weren't supposed to.
A chill licks my spine.
This? Is not over
********
Rudra and Tiziano exchange a glance before stepping closer, their eyes sweeping over the chaos we left behind.
Tiziano sighs, shaking his head with that familiar mix of annoyance and resignation. "Alright, you two have done enough. We'll take over from here."
Neither Sara nor I bother to argue. We just nod-too exhausted to fight back, too drained to care.
I slip an arm around her and guide her toward a nearby bench. She doesn't resist, just follows, her breathing uneven but steady, like every inhale is an effort.
Once we sit, I call the resort reception, my voice flat but urgent, asking for an aid kit and water bottles. Within a minute, a staff member arrives. I grab the kit, twist open a bottle, and soak a cloth, then carefully begin wiping the dried blood from her knuckles.
She flinches at the sting but doesn't make a sound.
The silence between us isn't heavy-it's needed.
Her hands are scraped raw, her fingers stiff. The aftermath of pure, reckless fury written into her skin.
I work slowly, methodically, wrapping the torn skin, securing the bandage with precise movements.
She exhales, long and measured, before murmuring, "You're too gentle for someone who just knocked a guy out."
I smirk faintly. "Balance, sweetheart."
Because she knows.
If I ever really lost control-if I let anger run its course-my skills wouldn't just hurt. They'd kill. And I'd still be forced to play it off like self-defense.
Across the beach, Rudra and Tiziano are handling the rest-forcing the injured men to move, making sure none of them get any stupid ideas.
My gaze drifts for just a second.
And Rudra?
He's already watching.
Watching me like he's trying to solve an equation no one wants to write out loud.
I pull my attention back to Sara, tugging the bandage a little tighter before leaning back.
"You're good?" I ask quietly.
She flexes her fingers, nodding once. "Yeah."
I don't believe her. Not fully.
But for now? It's enough.
That's when Rudra kneels beside me, unbothered by the tension, grabbing a bottle of water and a handkerchief. He soaks the cloth, then starts dabbing at the cuts marking my skin. His touch is steady, deliberate-almost too gentle for someone who's lived his whole life in chaos.
Tiziano, standing rigid nearby, surveys the mess-the bruised men, the blood on the sand, the crackling silence around us-and finally lets out a sharp breath. "What the hell were you both thinking?"
Sara doesn't even look at him. Her voice is clipped, seething. "None of your business. Get out of here."
Tiziano blinks, caught off guard by her venom, but swallows the retort and lets it drop.
Rudra, unfazed, keeps working quietly, his dark eyes flicking up to meet mine. "Are you okay?"
I exhale sharply, irritation sparking. "I don't need your help," I mutter, shifting just enough to show I mean it.
He doesn't argue. Doesn't even pause. Just keeps moving with the same calm, measured precision.
It grates on me. My jaw tightens, heat crawling up my chest. "Why the hell are you doing this?"
Finally, his voice cuts through, even, controlled. "I cleared everything last time."
I blink, thrown. "Cleared?"
He exhales, glances away. "I don't-huh."
My frown deepens. "You don't what?"
He doesn't clarify. Just finishes cleaning the last scrape, presses the cloth into my palm, and rises.
I grip it tighter than necessary, watching him carefully, suspicion stirring.
Because the thoughts that haunted me last night-about him, about all of this-still sit heavy in my chest. And if I let them, they'll tear me apart.
Tiziano scoffs, arms crossed, muttering under his breath. "She's impossible."
Sara huffs, finally pushing herself up. "She's fine. Let's go."
Sara pulled me toward our group, where Tara, Roop, and Simran were gathered, lazily applying sunscreen, their laughter carried by the ocean breeze.
Tara smirked the second she saw us. "Took you long enough," she teased. "Get in bikinis, girls!"
Roop chuckled, adjusting her sunglasses. "You better not ditch us for some deep, emotional brooding session."
Simran raised a brow, noticing the faint redness on our hands. "What happened to you two?"
Sara and I exchanged a quick glance before giving them the short version-everything except Rudra and Tiziano. There was no need to drag that into the mix.
Simran frowned but didn't press. "Whatever. You two good?"
I forced a smirk. "Always."
Satisfied, the group moved on, eager to soak in the sun.
Sara and I headed inside to change, ditching our earlier tension for something lighter. Sliding into our bikinis, we let the moment take over-no more dwelling, no more weight.
When we rejoined the others, the water was calling.
The ocean wrapped around us, cool and wild, waves crashing at our feet, teasing us into deeper waters. Laughter rang as Tara dramatically posed against the backdrop of the setting sun, Roop tried to drag Simran into a photoshoot she vehemently denied, and Sara splashed me with an impish grin.
I retaliated instantly.
Cameras clicked, capturing stolen moments-wet hair, bright smiles, reckless joy.
Across the beach, the men lounged on benches, sipping chilled drinks, eyes following the chaos in the water.
But one?
One wasn't just watching.
Rudra.
His gaze was locked on me.
Steady, unreadable, like he wasn't just looking but thinking.
I held it longer than I should have.
Then, I turned back to the waves, letting the saltwater pull me deeper, pretending I wasn't aware of the weight that had settled between us.
Because whatever this was?
It wasn't staying buried for long.
*******
The afternoon slips away in a haze of laughter and sun-soaked chaos.
We dive into the ocean, chasing waves, splashing each other, letting the saltwater wash away the last remnants of tension. Roop and Tara start an impromptu race along the shore, kicking up sand in their wake while Simran rolls her eyes but secretly enjoys the challenge.
Sara leans back in the shallow water, arms stretched out, soaking in the sun, her earlier sharpness now softened into something lighter.
Pictures are taken-posed ones, wild ones, blurred ones capturing movement and energy.
MY outfit :)
Tara's outfit :))
Sara" outfit :)))
Simran's outfit :))))
Roop's outfit:)))))
By the time the sun starts its slow descent, painting the sky in streaks of amber and violet, we decide it's time for the beach club.
The transition is seamless-wet hair, bronzed skin, outfits thrown together in casual perfection. Music spills out of the club, thrumming in the air, the bass syncing with the waves.
Inside, neon lights flicker, bodies move, drinks flow.
Tara wastes no time dragging us all onto the dance floor, her energy infectious. Adi follows instantly, their dynamic nothing short of electric. Roop sways against Zafar, their movements lazy but in sync.
Sara laughs as Simran pretends to resist before letting herself be pulled in.
And me?
I lose myself in it-the heat, the rhythm, the pulse of bodies moving together, the feeling of being alive.
And then-like before.
That feeling.
Like being watched.
I glance up.
And Rudra?
Still looking.
Still steady.
Still something unreadable behind those dark eyes.
I hold it-for just a second-then turn away.
Tonight is for chaos.
Not whatever this is.
>.~.>.~.
The exhaustion hit all at once.
The music still hummed in the background as we stumbled back toward the resort, bodies heavy from the hours spent in the ocean, in the heat, on the dance floor.
Laughter lingered, fading into quiet conversations, shoulders brushing as we walked.
By the time we reached the dining area, the scent of food wrapped around us-warm, comforting, exactly what we needed.
We collapsed into chairs, plates filling up with effortless ease-pasta, grilled seafood, fresh salads, chilled drinks. Conversations drifted, lazy and content, the earlier chaos now a distant memory.
Tara leaned against Adi, half-asleep but still chewing. Roop stole bites off Zafar's plate while he barely protested. Simran scrolled through photos, laughing softly. Sara sipped her drink, finally at ease.
And me?
I could still feel Rudra's lingering gaze from across the room.
But tonight, I didn't entertain it.
Not when exhaustion begged to take over.
Eventually, plates emptied, chairs scraped against the floor, and one by one, we retired.
Sara and I shared a glance-silent agreement that today had been enough-before slipping toward our rooms.
I change into loose shorts and an oversized shirt, ready to let exhaustion take over. The cool sheets feel perfect against my skin, and for the first time today, I think I might actually sleep.
Then-knock.
I groan, dragging myself up and heading to the door.
When I open it, Sara stands there, hugging her pillow, looking entirely too awake for this hour.
I raise a brow. "Really?"
She steps inside without hesitation, shutting the door behind her. "I can't sleep."
I sigh, already knowing this is non-negotiable. "Fine. Get in."
She throws her pillow onto my bed before climbing in beside me, settling into the familiar comfort.
Neither of us speak for a moment, letting the quiet stretch.
Then I grab my phone, unlocking it with a lazy swipe. "Might as well do something."
Sara leans closer, peering at the screen as I open our photos from earlier-the ocean, the laughter, the wild poses, the drenched chaos of the day.
She smirks. "Okay, that one's gold."
I chuckle, flicking through the options, arranging them into a perfect sequence for Instagram. We tag everyone, caption the ridiculous moments, craft the ideal story.
Peace in Hawaii's beachessss~
Fun is funningggg with girls~
Satisfied, I set the phone down on the bedside table, finally ready to sleep.
I turn over, sinking into the pillows.
Then-buzz.
My phone vibrates, lighting up the dim room.
Sara glances at it.
So do I.
Neither of us move.
Because somehow, somehow, we already know-
This message?
The message buzzes ominously on the screen, the words chilling in their bluntness. I sit up instantly, heart pounding, as Sara leans closer, eyes narrowing.
UNKNOWN
"ROZA
"Enjoying Hawaii while beating someone to death but not killing them, huh?"
"Maybe that person didn't make it after all. Touching what's mine..."
"Death will be the only option."
The air shifts-thick, suffocating, like the world has suddenly closed in around us.
Sara exhales sharply. "What the hell..."
I don't answer. My grip tightens around the phone, the weight of those words sinking deep into my gut.
Threat. Warning. Promise
HE knows.
HE is watching.
*********
TO BE CONTINUED...
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So let me know if there is some confusion of characters?
Siara got to know anything?
What will happen next move of Rudra or siara?
Do not take stress girls just chill and enjoy yourself.
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