William stood frozen in the dim glow of his study, lost in a vortex of turbulent thoughts—Payal's unknowing pull clashing against his mother's long-ago abandonment, the throbbing anxiety of emotions he swore never to feel again. His greenish-blue eyes narrowed as his intuitive powers prickled, he felt vunrebal moment of life, sensing a presence lingering just beyond the heavy oak door. He wasn't in the mood for company; solitude was his armor, the only shield against the chaos the arriva of somthing unexpected l and Payal's light had unleashed. With a weary sigh, he turned away, he is not in mood talk with anyone but the door creaked open uninvited, revealing the last faces he wanted to see: Asra and Julian, standing shoulder-to-shoulder like reluctant allies."Why are you here together?" William snapped, his voice edged with irritation and wariness, arms crossing defensively. Hoo.. look like you already in good condition"I hope it's for something important. If not, don't waste my time I'm leaving." The room thickened with instant tension, the brothers' presences amplifying the mansion's undercurrents—'A distant footsteps below, Payal's laughter echoing faintly i. his mind, oblivious to the storm brewing.Asra met William's gaze unflinchingly, his cool blue hair framing a face etched with gravity. "We need to talk." The words dropped like stones into still water, rippling the atmosphere into suffocating tension. Julian shifted uneasily, his red eyes darting between them. "We can't talk here," he muttered, glancing at the walls as if they had ears tied to their father's schemes.William nodded curtly, understanding dawning—too many spies, too many shadows in the house. In a synchronized blur of supernatural power, the three vanished from the room, reappearing amid the ancient Deo Forest's oppressive gloom. Towering black-barked trees loomed like silent sentinels, their gnarled branches weaving a canopy that choked out sunlight, mist curling through roots etched with faint runes from forgotten rituals. The air hummed with latent magic, a neutral ground far from the mansion's intrigue, where their powers felt amplified yet raw."Don't you guys feel it's become too dark in this Deo Forest?"Julian remarked, scanning the shadows, his greenish-blue eyes adapting to the murk as anxiety from his inner turmoil lingered."No," Asra replied steadily, "it's not become darker. We've just seen too much light lately—that's why it feels this way." He met Julian's gaze pointedly, alluding to Payal's radiant presence piercing their villainous lives, the stolen intimacies at breakfast a blinding contrast to their doom.
William exhaled sharply, cutting to the chase. "Now tell me what happened."Asra seated himself on a moss-covered stone, his expression grave as ancient oaks. "We have a problem." The brothers leaned in, William and Julian looked in tense agreement— what is new in it. As you know that i can .....
they knew Asra's precognitive gift was infallible, visions drawn from ethereal threads only he could grasp. "You already know I can predict the future," Asra continued, voice low and serious. "What I'm saying is crucial: I saw Payal leaving us. The reason? All of us."Silence exploded like a bomb, the forest seeming to hold its breath. Leaves rustled ominously, mist thickening as if echoing their shock. Julian's face paled, concern cracking his usual bravado. "How can this be possible?" he demanded, voice hoarse with fear— his past actions memories of his rage-driven rejection, the cold command to stay away from Asra, flashing in his red eyes."I don't know," Asra admitted, confusion etching his features, hands gripping the stone. "My powers never lie. It's us—our jealousies, our fractures. It can be anything. Yuri's the catalyst, Father's pawn to trap us into ruin, but Payal... she's the breaking point."William turned to Julian, his gaze sharpening amid the throbbing remnants of his own emotional siege. "And what about you, Julian? We all know why Yuri's here— you better make clear yourself she is here to splinter you with forbidden temptation, reigniting your past flames while we vie for control. But what do we do about her? Julian looked at them asking for solution, I know we've never fully accepted each other as brothers—rivalries forged in Mother's abandonment, Father's manipulations, our forced bonds—but we need to unite now. Make her leave. Or shift her to some distant ally, exile her from the mansion entirely. Or..." His voice trailed, darker implications hanging: neutralize the threat permanently, before Payal's foreseen departure unraveled their empire.Julian paced, fists clenched, the forest amplifying his inner storm—his sadistic edges warring with genuine he can't dare hurting Payal, Their father twisting their fates. Asra's visions intertwined with William's intuitive warnings, hints of Payal's emotions bleeding through subconsciously. Yuri's stress-fueled schemes , probing Julian indirectly, loomed as the immediate fuse; Father's grander game aimed to seize their powers and wealth. United for the first time, the brothers faced a crossroads: banish Yuri, mend with Payal through honesty, or let divisions fulfill Asra's prophecy. The Deo Forest watched, ancient magic stirring, as tentative alliance formed amid the encroaching dark.
Asra felt uneasy about something, I am not feeling well, let's go back Payal waiting for me in the garden
Payal sat alone on the soft grass in the sprawling garden, the sun filtering through overhanging jasmine vines in dappled patterns that danced across her lap. She had been waiting for Asra as instructed—his hurried whisper after breakfast still echoing: "Wait in the garden for me." The meal had ended abruptly, both Asra and Julian vanishing in a rush of tense glances and clipped words, leaving her with a knot of unease. She hadn't pressed them, not wanting to make anyone uncomfortable amid the fragile reconciliation; Julian's morning apology still warmed her, Asra's flour-dusted embrace a fresh memory a smile forming on her lips. But now, minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity. What's wrong with him? she wondered, fiddling with a blade of grass, her brown eyes scanning the arched garden gate. The fountain's gentle trickle provided a soothing backdrop, yet her mind raced—Asra's precognitive seriousness at breakfast, Julian's evasive reply about William, the novel's plot whispering of escalating fractures she alone foresaw.
From the shadowed pergola, Yuri watched, her stress-coiled nerves igniting with opportunistic fire. Payal alone—this was the perfect moment to sow discord, to exploit her "soft and sweet" facade as Father's unwitting pawn. Yuri's past with Julian burned like a hidden ace: their fervent engagement, the lovers' nights where she'd glimpsed his sadistic depths and tamed them temporarily, only to shatter when she demanded true love. Asra and William had been aloof walls, uninterested in emotional ties, marrying for power rituals alone. Yuri smoothed her gossamer dress, steeling her manipulative resolve—break Payal's confidence, reignite Julian's old flames indirectly, accelerate the obsession that would splinter the brothers per the unseen script.She approached with feigned hesitance, footsteps light on the pebble path. "Payal, I want to talk with you," Yuri said softly, settling uninvited on the grass nearby despite Payal's deliberate ignorance—eyes fixed on the fountain's rippling water, body angled away as if Yuri were invisible air. Payal had mastered dismissal, refusing to let this "forbidden love" catalyst invade her hoarded joys, but Yuri persisted, voice trembling with crafted vulnerability."I was their first fiancée," Yuri began, weaving half-truths laced with venom. "Everything was going so well—stolen nights, promises whispered in the dark. Until I asked Julian if he truly loved me. He said yes, his red eyes burning like fire. But Asra and William? They never wanted anyone in their lives, cold as Deo Forest shadows, marrying only for the power surge our unions would grant. After time with them, I realized I couldn't get the love I deserved. I refused to be a trophy in their empire of control, paraded for alliances and rituals. So I broke the wedding—walked away before the vows could chain me."Payal's jaw tightened imperceptibly, the novel's blurb flashing: Yuri as irresistible temptation, igniting deadly obsession. Was this manipulation or twisted confession? Yuri leaned closer, eyes wide with faux empathy. "I want you to be happy, Payal. That's why I'm sharing this—don't let them reduce you to a possession like they tried with me. Julian's charm hides rage; Asra's visions doom attachments; William's detachment leaves scars. Run before it's too late."The words landed like poisoned petals, stirring Payal's fatalism—she knew the ending, the brothers' fall to Yuri's allure, her own erasure as minor wife. Yet defiance flickered: these bonds felt real, not scripted props. The garden's serenity mocked her—Yuri's floral perfume cloying, distant mansion murmurs hinting at the unveil forest conclave, William's absence a throbbing void. Servants pruned roses nearby, ears perked for gossip; birds scattered as if sensing deceit. Payal kept silent, eyes on the fountain, but Yuri's seeds burrowed deep, threatening the peace Asra promised. Had the wait turned trap? Asra's delay now screamed warning—rushing off with Julian to plot Yuri's exile? Payal's heart ached, torn between ignoring the siren and bracing for the next thing