Myra was drifting back to sleep, the warmth of the duvet and the painkillers finally numbing the ache in her body. The penthouse was quiet, save for the muffled sound of Reyansh's voice in the living room as he closed a multi-million dollar merger.
Suddenly, her phone—sitting on the nightstand—buzzed violently.
She reached for it, thinking it was Anjali. But the name on the screen made her blood run cold
[Arjun Calling...]
Her heart stuttered. After three days of silence, after leaving her for his boss's daughter, why was he calling now? Her fingers trembled, reaching for the 'decline' button, but before she could touch it, a large, tanned hand snatched the phone from the air.
Reyansh was standing over her. He had finished his call, and his eyes were fixed on the vibrating device
He's... nobody. My ex," Myra whispered, trying to reach for the phone. "Give it back, Reyansh. I'll just block him
Reyansh didn't give it back. Instead, a cold, predatory smirk crossed his face. He slid the green bar to 'Accept' and put the phone to his ear, leaning back against the bedpost.
"Myra? Myra, listen," Arjun's voice crackled through the speaker, sounding desperate and loud in the quiet room. "I made a mistake. Mumbai is too big for you, babe. You aren't built for this. I told Shreya it's over. I want you back."
Myra felt a wave of nausea. Babe? After what he did?
Reyansh's grip on the phone tightened until his knuckles turned white. He didn't speak for a long moment, letting the silence stretch until Arjun grew nervous
"Myra? Are you there?" Arjun asked.
"She's a bit busy at the moment," Reyansh finally spoke. His voice was like a velvet-wrapped blade. "And she's definitely not 'built' for a boy like you."
There was a dead silence on the other end. "Who... who is this?" Arjun stammered.
"The man who owns everything you're trying to touch," Reyansh replied, his eyes locked on Myra's pale face. "If you call this number again, I won't just ruin your career in Mumbai—I'll make sure you can't get a job selling tea on the street. Do I make myself clear?"
Reyansh ended the call before Arjun could breathe. He didn't give the phone back. Instead, he dropped it into a glass of water on the nightstand, watching the screen flicker and go black.
"He was bothering you," Reyansh said simply, as if he hadn't just destroyed her only link to her past. "You don't need that phone. I'll have a new one delivered by noon. With my number as the only one on speed dial."
He leaned down, pinning her against the pillows, his face inches from hers. "You're in my world now, Myra. And in my world, there is no room for ghosts."
Team Revenge
Who else wants to see Arjun's face when he realizes who was on the other end of that call?