Sanvi stood frozen in Siddarth's opulent office, the vibrant hues of the cityscape blurring before her eyes. Her heart pounded in her chest as the weight of the revelation threatened to crush her. The connection that had brought them together now felt like a cruel twist of fate.

She replayed the conversation in her mind, unable to believe what she had just discovered. The man she had grown to trust, the one who had become her confidant and supporter, was inextricably linked to the darkest chapter of her past. It was a chilling twist of fate that Siddarth belonged to the crime family responsible for her parents' deaths.

Sanvi's mind raced back to the night of the tragedy. She was just a child when her world was torn apart by a devastating fire. Her parents, loving and caring, had become collateral damage in a brutal power struggle. She had spent years searching for answers, yearning for justice, but the truth had always eluded her.

Now, as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, Sanvi felt a torrent of emotions—anger, betrayal, confusion, and heartbreak. How could she have been so blind? How could she have let herself get close to someone who was a part of the very world that had taken everything from her?

Siddarth, with his charming smile and seemingly genuine kindness, had managed to hide the shadows of his past. But now, the facade had crumbled, revealing the darkness that lay beneath. Sanvi's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching. She turned to see Siddarth standing at the doorway, his eyes filled with concern and a hint of fear.

"Sanvi, what's wrong? You look pale," Siddarth said softly, stepping closer.

She took a step back, her eyes burning with anger. "How could you, Siddarth? How could you keep this from me?"

His expression shifted to one of confusion and worry. "What are you talking about?"

Sanvi's voice trembled as she spoke. "I know the truth. I know that your family was responsible for my parents' deaths."