The night passed, and dawn broke over the villa, casting a somber glow over the sprawling estate. The darkness of the previous night still lingered, like a shadow that refused to dissipate.

Krishnaa descended the stairs, her footsteps echoing through the hallway. Her heels clicked on the marble floor, a stark contrast to the silence that filled the air.

As she entered the dining room, she was met with a sea of solemn faces. The family gathered around the table, their expressions reflecting the weight of the previous night's events.

Sadness.

Gloom.

Despair.

Krishnaa's lips curled into a sly smile. She chuckled softly to herself, amused by their misery. Her eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief, as if she reveled in their sorrow.

She joined them for breakfast, taking her seat with an air of confidence. The atmosphere was heavy, tense, and foreboding. Krishnaa's gaze swept the table, meeting the eyes of each family member.

Nivedita's gaze caught hers.

Hateful.

Intense.

Nivedita's eyes narrowed, her jaw clenched in disgust. Krishnaa's smile widened, a challenge, a provocation.

"Aren't you going to greet me?" Krishnaa asked.

Sweetly.

Mockingly.

Nivedita's glare intensified, her face reddening with anger. The others remained silent, lost in their thoughts, their faces etched with worry.

Ekansh stared at his plate.

Aashvika avoided eye contact.

Abhimanyu's eyes seemed distant.

Parth's face twisted in frustration.

The breakfast table had become a battleground, where words were weapons and silence was armor.

Krishnaa broke the silence again.

"Today's agenda?" she asked.

Casually.

As if unaware of the tension.

The room remained silent.

Until Nivedita spoke.

"Leave us alone, Krishnaa.".

Her voice.

Cold.

Venomous.

Krishnaa's smile never wavered.

"Can't do that," she said.

Softly.

"Family business is my business."

The gauntlet was thrown.

The battle lines were drawn.

And Krishnaa was ready.

Abhimanyu and Aarushi descended the stairs, their footsteps synchronized but their emotions worlds apart. The tension between them was palpable, a living, breathing entity that filled the space around them.

Aarushi avoided Abhimanyu's gaze, her eyes fixed on the floor. Her shoulders slumped, her body language screaming discomfort. Abhimanyu didn't notice. His frustration consumed him, a raging storm that blinded him to everything else.

Krishnaa observed the tension, her eyes darting between the pair. A frown spread across her face, her lips curling upward in frown.
They're fucking complicating there relationship , she thought, her mind spinning with possibilities.

Abhimanyu strode past the dining table, his long strides eating up the distance. Without a word. Without a glance. He vanished into the morning rush, leaving the villa's tension intact.

Ekansh and Parth exchanged worried looks, their faces reflecting their concern. Then, they hurriedly followed Abhimanyu, leaving the villa's oppressive atmosphere behind.

Aarushi's shoulders sagged further, relief and sadness mingling within her. She felt trapped, stuck in a situation she couldn't escape.

Krishnaa's eyes sparkled with curiosity, her gaze never leaving Aarushi. Her smile fader, a master manipulator at work. The morning sunlight seemed to fade, overshadowed by the darkness within the family.

"Someonw is Investing in their ruin," Krishnaa whispered to herself, her voice barely audible. Her eyes gleamed with calculation, her mind weaving a web of deceit.

The scene unfolded like a carefully crafted play, each character playing their role. Krishnaa held the script, and the villa's residents were mere pawns, unaware of the games being played.

As the door closed behind the departing men, the villa's silence deepened. Aarushi's solitude was palpable, her pain a tangible force. Krishnaa's presence lingered, a shadow waiting to strike.

The day had begun.

And the villa's drama was far from over.

Nivedita's anger had been simmering, waiting to erupt. And now, it exploded. She rose from her seat, her face twisted in rage, her eyes blazing with accusation.

"Krishnaa, you deceitful girl!" Nivedita spat, her voice venomous.

Without warning, Nivedita's hand swung, connecting with Krishnaa's cheek in a resounding slap. The sound echoed through the villa, a stark reminder of the tension boiling over.

Krishnaa's head jerked to the side, her eyes widening in shock. But she remained silent, her gaze locked on Nivedita's.

"Betrayer!" Nivedita continued, her voice trembling with fury. "You think you can deceive us? Manipulate us?"

Krishnaa's expression remained calm, unflinching, despite the anger directed at her. Her gaze met Nivedita's, a steady, unwavering challenge.

Aadrika's eyes widened in shock, her face pale. "Mother, what are you doing?" She asked, alarm creeping into his voice.

Nivedita's anger boiled over, her words spilling out in a torrent. "You're defending her? After all she's done?"

Aadrika hesitated, unsure. "I'm just saying...we don't know—"

Nivedita cut him off, her tone sharp. "I know her! I know what she's capable of!"

Aashvika and Aarushi exchanged concerned glances. They rose from their seats, approaching Krishnaa with caution.

"Aashvika, stay out of this," Nivedita warned, her voice low.

Aashvika stood firm. "We don't know what's happening, Nivedita. Let's not jump to conclusions."

Nivedita's glare intensified. "You're taking her side?"

Aarushi placed a gentle hand on Krishnaa's shoulder. "We need proof," she said, her voice steady.

Krishnaa's eyes locked with Aarushi's it was all blank no emotions no words nothing

The villa's tension escalated, alliances forming, battle lines drawn. Krishnaa's silence spoke volumes, a mystery waiting to unravel.

As the standoff continued, the air thickened with unspoken accusations and unresolved tensions. The scene hung suspended, a delicate balance of power and emotions.

Nivedita's anger had reached a boiling point, and she unleashed her fury upon Krishnaa. Her words spilled out like venom, each phrase a dagger aimed at Krishnaa's heart.

"You're a curse, Krishnaa!" Nivedita spat, her voice trembling with rage. "A manipulative, deceitful witch! You've ruined our family! Destroyed our happiness!"

Krishnaa stood silently, enduring the barrage of insults and accusations. Her expression remained unchanging, a mask of calmness that only seemed to enrage Nivedita further.

Aashvika and Aarushi exchanged worried glances, their faces reflecting their concern. Aadrika shifted uncomfortably, clearly uneasy with the confrontation unfolding before him.

Nivedita's anger consumed her, fueling her verbal assault. "You think you're so clever? Playing us against each other? Well, it ends now!" she declared, her voice rising to a shrill cry that echoed through the villa.

Krishnaa's eyes never wavered, her gaze locked on Nivedita with an unnerving intensity. Her silence was a challenge, a refusal to engage with Nivedita's anger.

Aarushi stepped forward, attempting to intervene. "Mummy ji , stop! This isn't solving anything!" she pleaded, her voice firm but gentle.

Nivedita's rage wouldn't subside. "You're defending her? Blind to her tricks?" she accused, her eyes flashing with indignation.

Aashvika placed a gentle hand on Nivedita's shoulder, trying to calm her. "Please, mummy ji Let's talk this through."

But Nivedita shook off Aashvika's hand, her face twisted in anguish. "You're all against me! None of you understand!" she cried, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions.

The villa's tension boiled, a powder keg waiting to ignite. Krishnaa's silence remained, a mystery, a challenge, waiting to unravel.

As the confrontation hung in the balance, the air thickened with unspoken accusations and unresolved tensions. The scene hung suspended, a delicate balance of power and emotions.

Would Krishnaa break her silence?

Or would Nivedita's anger consume them all?