Aadil stopped before a tall wooden door that looked ancient yet polished—its edges lined with gold, its surface reflecting the dim light of the corridor. He didn’t say a word; his silence spoke enough. With a brief tilt of his head, he signaled her to enter.

Chand turned to look at him once, her heart thudding in her chest। and then at the two guards clad entirely in black—expressionless standing before that majestic gate, stone-faced, terrifying. She knew very well what kind of men they were. If she made one wrong move, even the smallest mistake,Death was the only punishment here.