Their eyes met across the room, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still as the weight of their shared history hung between them like a suffocating fog.

  Aanya's gaze was cold and unyielding. She could see the flicker of amusement in Zafar's eyes, a cruel mockery of what they had once.

  "You're late," Zafar remarked casually, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he lounged in his chair, the picture of nonchalance.

  Aanya's jaw clenched in silent fury, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of a response.

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  "You look lovely, darling," Zafar continued, his tone sickeningly sweet as he flashed her a condescending smile.

  Aanya's nails dug into the palms of her hands, her fury simmering just beneath the surface as she struggled to maintain her composure.

  But she remained silent, her lips pressed into a thin line as she forced herself to meet Zafar's gaze head-on. She would not let him see the cracks in her Armor.

  For in that moment, she knew she was facing the embodiment of her deepest fears and darkest nightmares.

  "I will destroy you" her conscious spoke.

  "And I will make everyone watch" she vowed to herself.