Chapter 53 — Three Days Before Marriage

The room stayed silent for a long time after Aryan finished speaking.

No one moved.

No one even breathed properly.

Veeresh stood still, the file still in his hand, but his focus had shifted entirely inward.

Something didn’t add up anymore.

Slowly, he looked up.

“Mr. Rathore did this?” Veeresh asked, voice dangerously controlled.

Aryan nodded once.

“Yes.”

A pause.

“Because she killed his brother.”

Mr. Dreewan’s expression tightened immediately, but Aryan continued before anyone could interrupt.

“And Veeresh… there’s something else.”

Veeresh’s eyes sharpened slightly.

Aryan looked down, voice lower now.

“Three days before your wedding…”

Silence deepened instantly.

“She was injected again.”

Veeresh’s jaw clenched.

Aryan continued.

“And given high-voltage shock treatment.”

Mr. Dreewan stood up abruptly. “What are you saying? Before the wedding?”

Aryan nodded.

“Yes.”

His voice turned heavy.

“They were trying to erase whatever remaining fragments of her memory were still there.”

Veeresh didn’t blink.

Aryan swallowed hard.

“She was told… she will forget everything soon. Everyone. Everything from the past.”

A long pause.

“And especially—people connected to Zoya.”

The words landed like a blow.

Veeresh’s grip tightened on the file.

Aryan looked directly at him now.

“She was already unstable. The treatment three days before the wedding made it worse.”

Silence again.

Thick.

Unforgiving.

Mr. Dreewan slowly sank back into his chair, his voice barely audible.

“So that’s why…”

He shook his head slightly.

“She keeps forgetting… even now.”

Veeresh finally spoke again, voice low and controlled.

“She didn’t forget naturally.”

Aryan nodded.

“No.”

A pause.

“She was made to forget.”

Veeresh’s expression darkened.

Not anger.

Not confusion.

Something colder than both.

Understanding turning into clarity.

He turned slightly, looking toward the direction of the mansion in his mind—

toward Poornima.

Sleeping peacefully.

Laughing occasionally.

Holding onto him like he was safety itself.

Completely unaware that her entire reality had been repeatedly erased and rewritten.

Veeresh spoke finally, voice quiet but final.

“Three days before the wedding…”

He paused.

“…they tried to take even her remaining truth away.”

Silence followed.

And for the first time since the truth began unfolding—

Veeresh Dreewan wasn’t thinking like a man in love.

He was thinking like a man preparing for war.