Broken dreams,Twisted Vows By Maher Hayat mystery romance novel NovelM80092 Broken dreams,Twisted Vows (Episode -4)

Broken dreams,Twisted Vows By Maher Hayat

Chapter – 4 I’d rather than die to say sorry 

Naina was deeply upset. She walked out of the office and onto the streets, moving slowly. The manager’s words had hurt her deeply.

Aryan sat silently, his hands clasped together, covering his mouth, lost in a whirlwind of thoughts.

Viraj paced restlessly like a madman. He was extremely worried about Aryan. He finally sat down beside him and pleaded,

“Sir, please say something… at least get angry at me! But please—what happened?”

After hearing the repeated questioning, Aryan lost it. He suddenly stood up and kicked the table over.

“How dare she!” he exploded.

Even Viraj was frustrated now. His anger bubbled up, but sadly, he couldn’t voice anything in front of Aryan. After all, he was just an assistant.

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At the college library, Aditya sat scanning through a book, searching for some answers. Just then, another professor came and sat on the chair opposite him.

“So Aditya, I…”

The professor began, stretching his words, but before he could finish, Aditya slammed the book shut and leaned forward, resting one elbow on the table and forming a fist.

“Mister Rahul, I don’t want to hear anything from you. And if you came here to talk about that, I suggest you get up and walk away.”

Rahul was a senior professor at the same college and once taught Aditya. Though he held a higher position, Aditya was more capable. Rahul had gotten ahead using money and influence. Aditya had tolerated many things in life—but dishonesty in work was not one of them. He had never sold his morals for money.

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Naina kept walking down the road aimlessly. She hadn’t booked a cab, even though her house was quite far. But she was too lost in thought to notice.

Suddenly, a car honked repeatedly at her, but Naina didn’t respond.

The car pulled over. The man stepped out and snapped his fingers in front of her.

“Miss, are you blind?” he said.

Naina gave no response.

Waving his hand in front of her, he added sarcastically,

“Hello? Miss Whatever-Your-Name-Is? Out of the whole world, you just had to walk in front of my car?”

He kept ranting until Naina finally burst out angrily,

“If I’m not talking, why are you bothering me?! I stepped in front of your car but I didn’t die, right? If it bothers you so much, you could’ve run me over. That would’ve been better than listening to your nonsense!”

“Look, madam, I don’t enjoy killing people. If you want to die, jump in front of a truck or off a bridge. Just don’t pick my car!”

“Why do you care?” she snapped. “Are you my relative that I should share my life story with you?”

“If it were up to me,” he said softly, “maybe I would help you.”

“Oh, so now you’re some kind of savior?”

She looked severely stressed—her appearance made him feel a mix of sympathy and… something warmer.

“Look, I don’t know you and you don’t know me. My brain’s already fried. Don’t bother me. My luck is already awful. I’ve been running around for three days just trying to get a job. But that arrogant, rude, cold man—he refuses to hire me! I mean, sometimes people are late, okay? Life happens! But no… I guess he has a problem with everything!”

Without even realizing, Naina poured everything out to a complete stranger—unaware of how that very confession would create a storm ahead.

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Back at the office, Viraj asked softly, “Sir, please… at least tell me something.”

Aryan spoke suddenly, “Viraj, find out who that girl was. I want every detail about her.”

Viraj was shocked. Never in his life had Aryan shown interest in any girl. He barely talked to anyone. And now he wanted someone’s entire biodata?

Still stunned, he asked, “Sir, which girl are you talking about?”

“The one I disqualified from the competition,” Aryan replied coldly.

“Why do you want her details? Do you plan to help her? Did you realize it was unfair what happened to her?” Viraj asked hopefully.

Before he could finish, Aryan shouted furiously,

“I would rather die than apologize to her!”

“I want her details because I just came from her house. The bigger the house, the dirtier the mindset—and the smaller the character.”

Viraj was stunned. What had happened last night? What was Aryan even talking about?

He finally mustered the courage to ask, “Sir… can you tell me what happened last night? Where were you the whole night?”

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Last night…

Aryan parked his car outside a bar. The rain was too heavy to drive through. He couldn’t believe he was about to step into a place like that—but sometimes, helplessness forces a man to do what he never imagined.

He stepped inside.

Just two steps in, and his entire composure shattered. He forgot everything he wanted to say. Something darker had parked itself down this road…

“He didn’t know fate had parked something darker down this road…”

Loud music thumped through the place.

There was a dance performance happening—and the dancer was none other than Surmidhi Singh Chauhan.

Men were walking around with beer bottles, throwing money in the air, cheering and hooting. In the center of it all, Surmidhi danced.

She wore a black and red chammak chhalo-style outfit—her waist exposed, adorned with a glittering waistband.

> She wasn’t just a dancer—she was the storm that made hearts race.

Aryan’s blood boiled. He had never seen such a shameless display in his entire life.

Surmidhi noticed Aryan immediately and approached him while dancing. Her hair was open, makeup bold, bangles shimmering. She looked breathtaking… but to Aryan, it was disgusting.

As the dance ended, the manager handed her ₹15,000 and exclaimed,

“What a firecracker you are!”

A drunk man shouted,

“Hey chamakchhaliya! One more dance! You got me all happy! Oye manager, what’s the rush? Let her do a few more thumkas!”

“Enough! Let her go,” the manager said.

Surmidhi had recognized Aryan the moment she saw him. She wanted to ask him why he did what he did—but she couldn’t.

Aryan was furious. His body radiated such rage, anyone watching would’ve been terrified.

But the question remained—if Surmidhi was dancing there…

How did Aryan end up at Srishti’s house that night?