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✨ Scene – Silent Storm Behind the Walls ✨

Ved suddenly pushed himself up from the sofa. His tone was calm but clipped, carrying weight:
Ved (low, controlled):
"I'll come... five minutes."

The room froze for a second. All Rathoure boys lifted their eyes from their phones at once, their gazes stabbing into him. The air felt heavier.

Innaya blinked, confused, tugging at Ved's sleeve softly but he gave her a faint smile, brushing her hand off with care before walking toward the corridor.

But before the silence could settle, Myra and Samira also rose from their seats. They exchanged a look with each other, then with Ved, and without a word they followed him toward the inner wing of the mansion.

Their departure was quiet, but it thundered in the minds of those left behind.

The Rathoure boys' eyes tracked every step. Their inner thoughts burned:

"Ved walking away like he knows something we don't..."

"And Myra and Samira just follow him—what's the connection?"

"Why does it always circle back to Innaya?"

Advik leaned back against the sofa, his jaw tightening. Eshan's hand curled into a fist. Rudra and Ayan exchanged sharp glances, and Kabir came out from the kitchen wiping his hands, only to notice the tension boiling in the hall.

Innaya, still holding Ved's headphones in her lap, looked around innocently. Her brows knitted together. She had no idea why everyone was staring at her—or why Ved had left with Myra and Samira.

But in that moment, every Rathoure boy sitting there knew one thing—something was being kept from them, and the name Innaya was at the very heart of it.

🌑 Scene – Whispers in the Corridor 🌑

Eshan's phone buzzed loudly, breaking the silence of the hall. He frowned, excusing himself from the sofa.

Eshan (low, muttering):
"Tch... who's calling now?"

He moved toward the corridor, pressing the phone to his ear. The conversation was short, but as he ended the call and slid the phone back into his pocket—he froze.

From the slightly ajar door nearby, Ved's voice leaked out, heavy with tension.

Ved (muffled, urgent):
"She knows... it's October. Then she will do the things again. And... she also had that dream last night..."

A beat of silence. Then Myra's voice, low and worried.

Myra (shaken):
"Ved, you can't blame yourself for everything. It's not your fault—"

Ved (cutting in, his voice breaking slightly):
"No... sari galti meri hai (all the fault is mine). If I had stopped her earlier... none of this..."

Eshan's chest tightened. His brows furrowed deeply. He didn't dare move closer, only catching fragments—but each word carved into his mind like a knife.

Slowly, he turned, retreating silently back toward the living room. His eyes immediately fell on Innaya, sitting peacefully on the opposite sofa. She was wearing Ved's oversized headphones, scrolling through reels with a calm, almost childlike smile, completely oblivious to the storm of whispers tied to her name.

Eshan's thoughts crashed like thunder inside him:

"What dream...? What things...? What does October mean to her...?"

"And Ved—why is he carrying guilt like this? What happened in the past?"

"Innaya, sitting there so calm, so... innocent. But what are you hiding?"

His jaw clenched, and his fists curled into his lap. The sight of her serene face only made his mind spiral deeper.

Eshan (inner thought, sharp, possessive):
"I'll find out. Even if Ved and Myra keep secrets... Innaya, I'll be the one to uncover your truth."

⚜️ Scene – Shadows of October ⚜️

Eshan walked back into the living room, his steps heavier than before. He dropped onto the sofa beside Rudra, his eyes fixed on Innaya still giggling faintly at reels through Ved's headphones. The glow on her face felt almost unreal... so at odds with what he'd just overheard.

Rudra glanced at him, brow raised.
Rudra (flatly):
"You look like you've seen a ghost."

Eshan forced a small smirk, shaking his head.
Eshan (casual, lying):
"Nothing. Just a boring call."

But his knuckles were white against the armrest.

Kabir, curious as ever, tilted his head.
Kabir:
"Then why are you glaring at her like she just stole your phone?"

Eshan didn't answer. Instead, he leaned back, eyes narrowing on Innaya's peaceful expression. Inside, his thoughts raced like fire:

"She whispers in her sleep, don't kill me. She dreams. Ved knows. Myra knows. October. Something happened in October. What the hell are they hiding from us?"

Meanwhile, in the upstairs room—Ved stood with his back against the wall, arms crossed tight, voice rough.

Ved (low, tense):
"She remembers. The dream proves it. October is starting again... and she'll do it, Myra. She'll try again."

Myra pressed her hand to her temple, her voice trembling.
Myra:
"Ved, stop... don't say that. You're scaring me."

Samira, who had quietly entered, spoke softly but firmly.
Samira:
"Ved, you cannot carry this guilt forever. What happened then... wasn't your fault."

Ved (snapping, anguish in his tone):
"It was mine! If I had stopped her... Innaya wouldn't..."

His voice trailed off, choked with the weight of unspoken truth.

Back downstairs, Eshan's gaze never left Innaya. He leaned forward, whispering to himself so softly that only he could hear:

Eshan (inner monologue):
"What dream, Innaya? What things? What did you try in October... and why does Ved act like it could happen again?"

For the first time, jealousy wasn't his only fire—fear and curiosity twisted inside him. He needed answers.

🌍 The London Revelation – Storm in the Mansion 🌍

The next morning, sunlight spilled lazily through the tall Rathoure windows. The family gathered in the lounge, conversations soft, but the boys restless.

Zayan scrolled his phone idly until a ping caught his attention. He frowned, then looked up sharply.
Zayan (flat, cold):
"London? Who's going to London?"

Kabir leaned over his shoulder, eyes widening as he read the brief text update from one of the staff.
Kabir (blurting):
"It says Ved is flying to London tomorrow. And... Innaya's going with him?"

The words dropped like a stone in still water. Instantly, all the Rathoure boys stiffened, their expressions hardening.

Eshan's jaw clenched, his tone laced with irritation:
"She's leaving... with him? Alone?"

Aayan slammed his phone onto the table, bitterness flooding his voice:
"Out of the entire world, she has to go with Ved? What is he to her that she needs him like this?"

Rudra's eyes narrowed, his arms crossed tight over his chest:
"This is humiliating. She's ours too, part of our house... and she chooses him over all of us?"

Advik muttered darkly, unable to hide his resentment:
"London with Ved... as if he's her only guardian, her only support. Ridiculous."

The lounge fell into heavy silence, broken only by Kabir's uncertain voice:
"Maybe it's just two days... maybe it's nothing serious..."

But no one listened. The jealousy simmered like fire beneath calm faces.

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