(18+)

The terrace was silent… except for the faint sound of wind brushing past.

Aryaman stood near the railing, his back rigid, one hand gripping the cold iron so tightly his knuckles had turned white. Blood still dripped slowly from his other hand, falling to the floor in uneven drops… unnoticed by him.

His jaw was clenched. Eyes dark. Breathing heavy.

He wasn’t just angry.

He was hurt.

Footsteps echoed softly behind him.

Richa.

She paused for a second at the entrance, her heart sinking at the sight of him. The distance between them felt larger than the entire terrace.

Still… she walked toward him.

Slowly.

Carefully.

As if approaching a storm.

When she reached him, she didn’t speak. Didn’t try to explain.

She simply wrapped her arms around him from behind… holding him tightly.

Aryaman stiffened instantly.

“Leave me, Richa.” His voice was low. Controlled. Dangerous.

But she didn’t.

Instead, her grip tightened.

“Richa, I said—” He tried to pull her hands away, but she held on even more desperately, almost as if letting go would break her.

“Please…” her voice cracked, barely above a whisper.

That one word stopped him.

Silence stretched again… heavier this time.

And then—

“I was scared…” she broke down, her voice trembling, tears falling freely now. “I was scared you won’t believe me… that you’ll think I lied… or hid something worse…”

His expression faltered, just slightly.

“I didn’t want to lose you,” she cried, pressing her face against his back. “I thought… if I handle it alone… it will be over… and you won’t have to doubt me…”

Her grip softened, but she didn’t let go.

“I made a mistake… I know… but not telling you wasn’t because I don’t trust you…” her voice shattered, “it was because I was afraid of losing your trust.”

That hit him.

Hard.

Aryaman closed his eyes, his anger clashing with something deeper… something softer.

Slowly… he turned around in her arms.

She looked up at him—eyes red, face wet with tears, completely broken.

For a moment, he just stared at her.

Then, without another word—

He pulled her into a tight embrace.

So tight… as if he was afraid she might disappear.

Richa froze for a second… then clung to him just as desperately.

“I’m angry,” he said, his voice rough near her ear. “Not because you were blackmailed…”

His grip tightened.

“But because you thought you have to face it alone.”

She sniffed softly, clutching his shirt.

“I’m your husband, Richa,” he continued, pulling back just enough to look at her. His hand came up, gently wiping her tears with his thumb. “Your problems are mine… your fears are mine… and your fights are mine.”

Her lips trembled.

“You don’t get to decide I won’t believe you,” he said firmly. “Because I will. Always.”

A fresh wave of tears escaped her eyes.

“I trust you… more than anyone,” he added, softer now. “Even when you don’t trust yourself.”

That broke whatever little control she had left.

She buried her face in his chest again.

“I’m sorry…” she whispered.

“I know,” he murmured, kissing her hair.

His hand, still bleeding, brushed against her arm.

She immediately pulled back, alarmed. “Aryan—your hand!”

“It’s nothing,” he dismissed casually.

“It’s not nothing!” she snapped through her tears, grabbing his wrist carefully. “You’re bleeding this much and you’re saying nothing?”

Before he could argue, she held his hand firmly and started pulling him inside.

“Come.”

He didn’t resist this time.

—

Inside the room, she made him sit on the bed.

Quickly bringing the first aid box, her hands slightly shaking, she cleaned the wound carefully.

Aryaman watched her silently.

The way her brows furrowed in concern… the way she blew lightly on his wound to ease the sting… the way her fingers were so gentle despite trembling…

His anger… melted.

“You were really scared, weren’t you?” he asked quietly.

She paused… then nodded without looking at him.

His free hand lifted her chin.

“You don’t have to be,” he said softly.

Her eyes met his.

For a moment, everything else faded.

The fear.

The anger.

The chaos.

Only them.

Slowly… he pulled her closer.

Richa didn’t hesitate this time.

She moved into his arms, sitting on his lap, her fingers instinctively curling into his shirt.

Aryaman’s hand slid to her waist, holding her firmly.

“You hide things again…” he murmured near her lips, “and I’ll be more angry than this.”

A faint, tearful smile appeared on her face. “You’re still scary.”

“Good,” he smirked slightly.

Before she could reply—

He kissed her.

Soft at first.

Gentle.

As if reassuring her.

But when she responded… clutching him tighter… the kiss deepened.

All the unsaid emotions poured into it.

His hand moved up her back, pulling her impossibly closer.

Her fingers tangled in his hair.

Breathless.

Desperate.

Needing each other.

He broke the kiss only to trail down to her jaw… her neck… placing slow, lingering kisses as she tilted her head back, eyes closing.

“Aryan…” she whispered.

“I’m right here,” he murmured against her skin.

He lightly pushed her on bed, hovering over her.

"Your hand..." She said looking at his hand..

"Shhh"he shushed her before she can complete the words.

Kissing all over her jaw,cheeks,on marks of wet tears wiping it..

Her hands reaching to his biceps digging her nails ..

He pulled her more into him, removing her kurti throwing it somewhere in the room..

He pressed his palms against his breast,his thumb glide down to her nipple and she bit back her moans.

"Look yourself,how you look under me" He said.

She bend her head to look at herself ,she moaned when he bite on her flesh and every inch of it .His tongue rolled hungrily as he sucked,nibbled.

She pressed her eyes shut,and a shiver ran down her spine as she felt him around her thighs,there is fabric between them but still she can feel him hard.

She clutched his collar and pulled him to feel him more"please Aryaman" she moaned once again when he buried his mouth on valley of her breast while his erection gently rubbed against her core.

"Please what?" He asked ,his mouth reaching to side of her waist as he bit it making her gasp.

"Please do something" she breathed out , gripping on his shirt pulling him in my mouth.

He pulled her plazo in no time and also her innerwear.

He widened her legs, pulling her at edge of the bed and he himself sat on floor on knees.He started placing fluttering kisses on her inner thighs ,he took his time before he touched my opening.His soft lips brushing her folds which made her whole body to tremble in pleasure.

He shoved his tongue in her making her body Jolt in pleasure.The rhythmic movement of his tongue into me and then at her clit,where he sucked little too hard forcing her to burn in intimacy.

His mouth worked effortlessly taking her near to edge of her release.She found him pressing his palm on his erection while biting his lip.He removed his pant in urgency and in no time boxer too,she found him hard, breathing heavily .

Her legs started shaking ,her body whimpers feeling the pool of wetness.

That was it,she sat on edge of bed, taking his hardness wrapping her soft fingers around his,He gasped heavily as his head bent backwards..

"Hey you don't have to"He said looking at her ..

"I want to" she breathed...

Her hands moved on his hardness while he groaned ,her pace increased and his hand reached to her hairs..

He tried to hold himself but couldn't,before he released himself.

And pushed her on bed kissing her in urgency and placing his erection on her entrance without warning he pushed himself in her hearing a scream from her...

Pulling himself and pushing again in her in rhythmic motion,he captured her mouth to swallow her screams, releasing again on her thighs and waist.

He pulled her in his arms ,the scent of his faded cologne mixing in Air..

They both closed her eyes gasping for breath .

Ch 25 -LOST

The mansion was unusually quiet the other night. No staff moving around. No distant clatter. No voices.

Just silence… stretching across the walls like something was waiting.

Richa stood near the window, her fingers nervously twisting the edge of her dupatta. Her eyes kept drifting to the clock… then to the door… then back again.

It was late.

Too late.

And Aryaman never came this late without telling her.

A strange uneasiness settled in her chest.

Then,The sound of the door opening.

Her heart skipped.

She turned instantly.Aryaman stepped inside.

But something was… wrong.

No sharp gaze. No anger. No expression.

Just… emptiness.

His steps were slow, heavy. Like every movement took effort.

“**Aryaman…?**” her voice came out softer than she expected.

He didn’t respond.

Didn’t even look at her.

He walked past her silently, loosening his tie with one hand, tossing his phone carelessly on the table. It slid and hit the edge, almost falling—but he didn’t notice.

Didn’t care.

Richa’s brows furrowed.

This wasn’t him.

She followed him slowly.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, staring straight ahead… but at nothing.

Lost.

Richa’s heartbeat picked up.

She had seen Aryaman angry. Ruthless. Cold. Possessive.

But this?

This scared her.

She stepped closer.

“**What happened…?**” she asked gently.

Silence.

A long, suffocating silence.

For a moment, she thought he wouldn’t answer at all.

Then finally—

His voice came out low. Rough. Almost unfamiliar.

“**I lost the deal.**”

Just two words.

But they didn’t sound like defeat.

They sounded like something inside him… breaking.

Richa’s breath hitched slightly.

She didn’t ask *what* he lost.

Because the way he said it… told her everything.

This wasn’t just business.

This was *him*.

His pride. His control. His identity.

She moved closer… slowly, carefully… like approaching something fragile.

Then she knelt in front of him.

His hands were clenched tightly into fists, veins visible, knuckles pale.

Without a word, she gently placed her hands over his.

He didn’t react.

Didn’t pull away.

She slowly pried his fingers open… one by one… and laced her fingers with his.

His hands were cold.

“**Then we’ll win again.**” she said softly.

A hollow chuckle escaped his lips.

Not amused. Not even bitter.

Just… empty.

“**You don’t understand…**” he muttered, shaking his head slightly.

“**I don’t lose, Richa.**”

Her gaze softened.

She shifted a little closer, their knees almost touching.Then she leaned forward… resting her forehead gently against his.

“**Then maybe… for once, you needed to.**”

That did it.

That one sentence.

Something in him cracked.

In the next second, he pulled her into him.

Suddenly. Tightly.

Richa gasped softly at the sudden force, but before she could react—his face buried into the crook of her neck.

His grip tightened around her… like if he let go, everything would fall apart.

And for the first time,Aryaman wasn’t holding her to control.

He was holding her… to stay together.

“**I’m tired…**” his voice broke against her skin.

Richa’s eyes softened instantly.

Her hands moved up to his hair, her fingers gently threading through the strands… soothing… grounding.

The same man who commanded fear in everyone… was now leaning into her touch like it was the only thing keeping him standing.

“**You don’t have to be strong with me,**” she whispered.

His hold on her tightened.

As if those words… gave him permission to finally stop.

Minutes passed.

Or maybe seconds.

Time blurred.

She slowly shifted, guiding him gently.

“Come…” she murmured softly.

He didn’t resist.

Didn’t argue.

He let her.

She made him lie down on the bed.And then, instead of moving away—she sat beside him, lifting his head carefully onto her lap.

Aryaman closed his eyes.

One hand instinctively reached for hers… gripping it tightly.

As if even in this state… he needed to make sure she was still there.

Richa’s fingers moved to his forehead… tracing slow, calming patterns .

His breathing slowly steadied.

But even then… his grip on her hand didn’t loosen.

Before drifting into sleep, his voice came out faint, almost like a child afraid of being left alone—

“**Don’t go anywhere…**”

Richa’s heart clenched.

She leaned down, placing the softest kiss against his hair.

“**I’m not going anywhere.**”

**Next Morning**

Soft sunlight filtered into the room.

Richa stirred slightly… her back aching a little from sitting in the same position.

She looked down.

Aryaman was still there.

His head in her lap.

His hand still wrapped around hers.

Her lips curved into a small, tired smile.

Carefully, she brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead.

His eyes slowly opened.

That quiet, unguarded version of him.

Then he saw her.

And something inside him… steadied.

“**Better?**” she asked softly.

He didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, he shifted slightly… pulling himself up just enough to be closer to her.

His forehead rested against hers.

Eyes closing again for a moment.

Then, barely above a whisper—

“**Only because of you.**”

Richa smiled.

He placed his lips on urgency, grabbing her bosoms,when she left for moan.

And in that moment, nothing else mattered.

Not his loss.Not the world outside.

Because the man who stood unshaken before everyone…

Had finally found a place where he could fall apart.

And still be held.

.......

CH 26- WHERE IS HE?

The phone kept ringing.

Once. Twice. Ten times.

Richa stared at the screen, her fingers trembling as Aryaman’s name flashed again and again—*Calling… Calling… Calling…*

No answer.

A strange uneasiness crept into her chest, slow and suffocating. Aryaman never ignored her calls. Not like this. Not repeatedly.

“Pick up… Aryaman, please…” she whispered, pressing the phone harder to her ear as if that would somehow reach him.

The call disconnected.

A sharp, cold silence that made her heartbeat louder than anything else.

She dialed again. This time, it went straight to switched off.

Her breath hitched.

“No… no, this isn’t right.”

Richa stood up abruptly from the couch, her mind racing. Just an hour ago, he had texted her he was heading to a meeting. A “quick one,” he said.

Aryaman and *quick* never belonged in the same sentence.

Something was wrong.

She grabbed her keys and rushed out, not even realizing she was still in her house slippers. The drive to his office felt endless. Every red light felt like a personal attack.

By the time she reached, she stormed inside, her eyes scanning for familiar faces.

“Where is Aryaman?” she demanded.

The receptionist froze. “Ma’am… sir left for a meeting.”

“With whom?”

“I… I think Mr. Khanna…”

Her heart dropped.

Khanna.

Aryaman’s biggest rival.

The one he never trusted.

Richa didn’t waste another second. She turned and rushed back, dialing his assistant.

“Tell me everything. Now.”

“Ma’am… sir left alone. He didn’t take security. He said it was just a discussion—”

“Location!” she snapped.

The assistant hesitated. “An abandoned warehouse near the old industrial area…”

The call ended before he could say anything else.

Her grip tightened on the steering wheel as she drove faster.

Warehouse.

Alone.

Phone switched off.

Every piece was falling into place—and none of it was good.

Her chest tightened painfully.

“Aryaman…” she whispered, her voice breaking.

The industrial area was deserted.

Rusty gates. Broken walls. Silence.

Too silent.

Richa stepped out of the car, her heart pounding so violently she could feel it in her throat. The air smelled of dust and something metallic… something wrong.

She looked around carefully.

Think. Think, Richa.

Aryaman wouldn’t go down easily. If something happened, he would leave a sign.

Her eyes scanned the ground.

Then she saw it.

A faint trail.

Drops.

Blood.

Her breath caught.

“No…”

She followed it, step by step, her hands shaking. The drops led toward a half-open shutter of a warehouse.Her instincts screamed at her to stop.

But her heart didn’t listen.

She pushed the shutter slightly, peeking inside.

Voices.

Muffled.

Angry.

“…thought you were untouchable, Aryaman?” a man sneered.

Her blood ran cold.

Aryaman.

He was here.

Richa slipped inside quietly, staying close to the shadows. Her eyes adjusted to the dim light—and then she saw him.

Tied to a chair,Bruised.

Blood at the corner of his lips.

But his head was still held high.

Her Aryaman.

Even broken, he looked dangerous.

Her eyes burned with tears—but she forced them back.

“Last chance,” the man—Khanna—said, circling him. “Sign the deal. Or this ends very badly.”

Aryaman smirked, even in that state.

“You talk too much.”

The slap echoed across the warehouse.

Richa flinched.

Something inside her snapped.

She looked around quickly.

Three men.

One near the door.

Two near Aryaman.

Khanna in front.

She spotted a metal rod lying nearby.

Her hands steadied.

Fear was still there—but something stronger had taken over.

Fury.

Without thinking twice, she grabbed the rod and moved.

Fast.

The first man near the door didn’t even react before she struck him hard on the back. He collapsed instantly.

“What the—” another turned.

Too late.

Richa swung again, hitting his arm, making him drop his weapon.

Chaos erupted.

“A girl?” Khanna scoffed, pulling out a gun. “You came to save him?”

Richa stood there, breathing heavily, gripping the rod tightly.

“Yes.”Her voice didn’t shake.

Aryaman’s eyes widened slightly.

“Richa…?” His voice was low, strained.

But there was something else in it.

Shock.And… pride.

The metallic clang still echoed in the warehouse when everything shifted.

Richa’s grip tightened around the iron rod as Khanna raised the gun toward her—but before he could aim properly, she moved.

Fast.

The rod came down hard on his wrist.

A sharp crack.

“Ahhh—!” Khanna groaned, the gun slipping from his hand and skidding across the floor.

For a split second, no one moved.

Then Richa did.

She rushed forward, dropping the rod and snatching the gun before anyone else could react. Her fingers wrapped around it—cold, heavy, unfamiliar.

But she didn’t drop it.

She turned.

And pointed it straight to khanna.

Even the men around froze.

Khanna looked at her, first shocked… then amused despite the pain.

“You?” he laughed weakly, clutching his injured hand. “You think you can—”

“Don’t.”

Her voice cut through the air.

It was low. Shaking. But firm.

“Not another word.”

Aryaman’s breath stilled.

From where he was tied, bruised and bleeding, his eyes locked onto her.

Richa.

Standing there.

Gun in hand.

Protecting him.

There was fear in her stance—he could see it in the slight tremble of her arms—but she didn’t lower the weapon.

Not even for a second.

“Untie him,” she ordered one of the men, her voice sharper now.

The man hesitated.

She stepped closer, pressing the gun a little higher.

“I said. Untie. Him.”

Something in her eyes made him obey.

Within seconds, Aryaman was free.

He stood up slowly, wincing—but his gaze never left her.

Khanna smirked despite the situation. “You don’t have it in you.”

Richa’s jaw tightened.

“Try me.”

Her finger rested on the trigger.

And for a moment—

Even Aryaman wasn’t sure what she would do.

Khanna suddenly lunged, trying to grab the fallen rod with his other hand.

Instinct took over.

Richa pulled the trigger.

A deafening sound tore through the warehouse.

The bullet hit the ground inches from him—but the impact made him stumble.

Before he could recover, she stepped forward and—

thud

She struck him hard across the head with the gun.

Once.

Twice.

Enough to send him crashing down.

Unconscious.

The gun slipped slightly in her hand.

Her breathing turned uneven.

The adrenaline faded—

And reality hit.

I… I hit him.

Her fingers started shaking violently. The gun felt heavier now, unbearable. Her vision blurred as she stared at Khanna lying motionless on the ground.

“What… what did I—”

The gun fell from her hand with a clatter.

Before panic could consume her completely—

Aryaman reached her.

“Richa.”

His voice was firm but gentle.

She didn’t respond.

Her hands were trembling uncontrollably, her entire body shaking as she stepped back.

“I… I hurt him… Aryaman, I— I hit him… what if—”

Her voice cracked.

Terror replaced the earlier courage.

He didn’t let her spiral.

Pulling her into his arms, he held her tightly—one hand cradling the back of her head, pressing her against his chest.

“Hey… look at me.”

She shook her head, clutching his shirt, her fingers curling into the fabric like she was drowning.

“I didn’t mean to… I just—”

“You saved me.”

His voice was steady.

She froze.

Slowly, hesitantly, she looked up at him. Tears streamed down her face, her eyes wide with fear.

“I… did?”

“Yes.”

He cupped her face, wiping her tears with his thumb.

“You came here alone. You faced them. You fought for me.” His forehead rested against hers. “What you did… was right.”

“But I hit him…” she whispered, her voice small now.

Aryaman exhaled softly, his hand sliding into her hair, holding her closer.

“He deserved far worse.”

There was no hesitation in his tone.

Only certainty.

Her breathing was still uneven, but his presence grounded her.

Slowly.

Gently.

She buried her face in his chest again, holding onto him like an anchor.

“I was scared…” she admitted.

“I know.”

“I thought… I lost you…”

His arms tightened around her.

“You won’t. Not that easily.”

For a moment, the world outside didn’t exist.

No enemies.

No danger.

Just the quiet aftermath of fear… and the warmth of finding each other again.

And this time—

Aryaman didn’t let go first.

....

CH-27 She loves him

(18+)

They move to go outside but rain stopped them .The rain didn’t just fall—it crashed down like the sky had finally given up holding itself together.

The old warehouse echoed with the sound of it… metal roof trembling, droplets slipping through cracks, the air thick with dampness and adrenaline.

Richa pushed Aryaman inside, her breath uneven, her hands still trembling from everything that had just happened.

“You’re hurt,” she whispered, eyes scanning him again, as if confirming he was real… alive.

Aryaman smirked faintly despite the pain. “You just pointed a gun at Khanna… and now you’re worried about a scratch?”

Her eyes snapped to his. “Don’t joke.”

For a moment, silence.

Then suddenly—he pulled her into him.

So tight it almost knocked the breath out of her.

“You came for me…” his voice dropped, rough, almost disbelieving. “You actually came.”

Richa’s fingers clutched his shirt. “Of course I did.”

Another loud crack of thunder.

The lights flickered—and went out.

Only the sound of rain… and their breaths.

She instinctively moved closer.

Aryaman noticed.

A slow, teasing smile curved his lips. “Scared?”

“No,” she said quickly… but her hand slid into his anyway.

“Hmm,” he murmured, stepping even closer, his voice lowering near her ear, “then why are you holding me like I might disappear?”

Her heart skipped.

“I’m not—”

“Richa…” he cut her off softly, his fingers brushing her wrist, sliding up her arm slowly, deliberately… “you’re shaking.”

“I just…” she hesitated, then exhaled, honesty slipping through, “I thought I’d lose you.”

That wiped the teasing from his face.

The rain grew louder, almost like it was sealing them inside this moment.

Water dripped from his hair, sliding down his jaw… and without thinking, she reached up, wiping it away.

Her fingers lingered.

Aryaman didn’t move away.

Instead, he tilted his head slightly… watching her… the way her breath slowed, the way her lips parted just a little.

“You keep staring,” he murmured, echoing something he had teased her about before.

Her cheeks flushed. “You keep noticing.”

“Hard not to.”

His hand moved to her waist.

Not forceful.

She sucked in a breath.

“You should sit,” she tried, but her voice lacked strength.

“And miss this?” he replied, a hint of mischief returning.

Thunder roared again.

This time she flinched slightly and in that instant, he pulled her fully against him.

No space left.

No distance.

Her palms pressed against his chest… feeling his heartbeat—fast, strong… matching hers.

“You’re still scared,” he whispered.

“I’m not,” she whispered back… softer now.

“Liar.”

His forehead rested against hers.

The air between them shifted—no longer just tension… something warmer… deeper… dangerously close to losing control.

“Say it again,” he said quietly.

“What?”

“That you’re not scared.”

She looked up at him.

And this time… she didn’t look away.

“I’m not scared… when I’m with you.”

That did it.

His grip tightened slightly.

Not enough to hurt… just enough to pull her closer.

His voice dropped to a husky whisper, “Good… because I don’t plan on letting you go anywhere.”

Hia hands reached to her cheeks wiping drops of rain,as she looked at him. As they moved little too inside,when he saw chaff bundle there,he took it and laid on floor making a bed base, taking her duppata from her,he put it on laid chaff, making a comfy bed.

" This will work?" He asked raising her brow at him.

"With you... ofcourse" Sia said holding his hand.

They sat there... together...when he pulled her in a side hug,her head rested on his chest,while he took her hand, flipped it and placed a kiss on her palm,then forehead.

His lips reaching her every inch on face.He seperated himself for a moment,to look at her.Her eyes tightly shut,lips whimpering, exhaling heavy breaths.

"And you say,you hate me?"He said.

She immediately opened her eyes, pulling him more..

"I love you,Aryaman..I love you so much"She said and he finally kissed her hungrily.

His hand reached to her kurti removing it,and then lower plazo in one go leaving her in just inner wear,her body glistening under a very warm soft light,cold air passing by windows,lights thundering in sky giving chilled vibes.

He pushed her a firmly on the matress he made, hovering over her, giving wet trails on her body starting from forehead to nose to lips to jaw to navel,his hands reached to untucked the clasp of her bra,as it loosened from sides, removing it.

Her hand reached to his shirt throwing it away and he removed his pant and boxers.

Standing all naked with his hard shaft infront of her.Before he can bent to hover she sat on her knees wrapping her warm hands around his sex, doing rhythmic moment of it skin while his head leaned backwards,legs trying to hold in place,while she continued it, before he can understand,he felt her lips on his shaft.He groaned immediately.

"You don't have to" He said pulling her head back by her hairs gently.

But she continued, licking the tip of it..He holded himself as she took it in mouth before he release himself,he seperated her and kissed her..

Putting his half released shaft on her entrance.He looked at her,her eyes closed,fist tightened,he pushed himself,she moaned loudly he continued it..in and out in and out.He flipped her on her chest and pulled her upward from her waist, placing her on her fours,he entered in her from behind,her head leaned back with a scream..

"Slow.slow...slow" She moaned.

But he entered her again doing in rhythmic motion only increasing his pace,his hands holded her from waist to support her.Richa tried to muffle her moans but couldn't.

He sat and pulled her on his lap,and He leaned back looking for her.

As she positioned herself,legs on either side of his waist,she made movement up and down on him with soft moans mingling there.

She tried to catch the speed but couldn't,he holds her waist increased the pace...

They released together,while she throw herself on him,and he hugged her kissing her...

They wore clothes and drifted off..

....

Finally she confessed..