All Chapters of Love with a twist: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Darsh's POV: In High School "Tell me, who do you love the most after your parents?" she asked, pouting. I ignored her, pretending to immerse myself in the book. "Pleaaashhh," she pleaded, dragging the word out. I sighed, thinking deeply before responding, "Hmmm, my... dog." I nodded confidently as Ava glared at me. "Okay, after her?" she pressed again. "Oh, I almost forgot my goldfish. I used to love it so much. But the poor fellow died when I was seven," I said, putting a hand over my heart and feigning hurt. She took a long breath, exasperated, as I continued my list, including a tree I once had. "You know what? Forget it," she snapped, folding her arms and starting to walk away. I caught her hand, pulling her toward me. "It's you, Ava." She turned to meet my eyes. "It's you I love the most," I said, leaving out the part that I loved her more than my parents. In front of her unwavering love, nothing else seemed to matter. She was my oxygen, and without her love, I suffocate

Ava's pov: "Did someone say anything? Come on tell me, Kyra", Virin irritated Kyra as she didn't stop crying on his shoulder. "I will let you beat me up whenever you want if you stop crying", He offered freaking out because if anything she is the strongest one out of the two. I just blinked my eyes to stop my tears. We both didn't deserve what we have been through. ~~***~~ I stood up and walked away, torn between my pain and the weight of Kyra's words. The sting of betrayal resurfaced—the agony of seeing her with Darsh for the first time and the torment of discovering what they did behind my back when I dated Darsh. It's not easy to let go, let alone forgive. Yet, her words echoed in my mind: "Do you know how hard it is to be on the sidelines? Like you don't even matter?" I clenched my fists, trying to block the thoughts. Breathe, I told myself, drawing in deep, shaky breaths. It wasn't until my chest began to tighten and my vision blurred that I realiz

Third Person's POV: "So, tell me, Kailash, who exactly is our son? What were you threatening him with?" Meera's voice was eerily calm, void of any emotion. But beneath it, she was fuming. Hurt. Humiliated. He had embarrassed her best friend—dragged her through the dirt in front of everyone—and she had been powerless to stop it. Kailash rolled his eyes. "We both know what I was implying," he said venomously, his tone laced with accusation as he stared Abhi down. Abhi crossed his arms, amusement flickering in his eyes, though his clenched jaw betrayed the wrath simmering beneath. "Oh, so you and Mom have it all figured out? Please, enlighten me. Who am I, Dad?" he challenged, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Kailash scoffed. "You, of all people, should know exactly what you did." Before he could continue, Abhi cut him off, his voice a sharp crack in the tense air. "I DIDN'T FUCKING KILL ANYONE, DAD!" His fists clenched at his sides, his whole body rigid. The room crackled with the

Ava's POV: "Mr. Surya, I respect your decision not to invest in our project. That's your call, but we deserve an explanation. After all, you've withdrawn from a half-built construction," Abhi's voice was calm, but I could hear the irritation laced beneath it. I watched my grandfather casually check his watch before taking a loud sip of his tea, completely unbothered. "I felt like it, Mr. Abhimanyu. Is there a problem?" He didn't even try to mask his indifference. Abhi's jaw clenched, his patience thinning, while Kyra's face burned with barely concealed annoyance. I pressed my phone to my ear, standing just outside, trying to catch every word. "Do you have a problem, Miss?" My grandfather asked, not even bothering to remember her name. "Kiara. Kiara Shetty," she corrected, standing taller. He dismissed her with a wave. "Okay, Ms. Sh—whatever. You both can leave now. I have an important family member coming in, and I'd love to see you out." He buttoned his jacket and gestured towar

Ava's POV: "Okay, line up, guys! We have a long way to go!" The organizer lady clapped her hands, her voice cutting through the early morning air. When Priti convinced me to go hiking, I didn't expect it to be with a bunch of strangers and a guide. I thought it would just be us, friends, enjoying a peaceful day. "Welcome to the Great Smoky Mountains! I'm Neerja, your guide for today. Before we begin, let me go over a few rules. Be careful of bears—these mountains are filled with them. Do not approach or entertain them. Stay at least 150 feet away. If a bear gets too close, lay flat on your stomach with your hands clasped behind your neck. Spread your legs to make it harder for the bear to turn you over. Remain still until it leaves the area..." I zoned out as she continued, my attention shifting to the twenty or so other hikers. Most of them were students. Aka, love birds. If only Abhi didn't have to work... Before I could sulk about that any further, I was suddenly lifted off th