DRINK SOUP

Prisoner girl → Iraya Verma

Sister → Zoya Verma

Older brother → Aarav Verma

Middle brother → Rayaan Verma

Younger brother → Krishiv Verma

Zoya leaned close to Iraya’s ear and whispered softly,

“Just watch… how they kill you for me.”

Iraya’s fingers tightened against the stone, but she didn’t move.

Zoya straightened as if nothing had happened and turned toward her brothers, her expression suddenly changing into one of concern.

“Brothers…” she said softly, almost hesitantly.

“I was thinking… maybe we should let her go now.”

The men stopped.

Zoya lowered her eyes slightly, playing with the edge of her sleeve.

“She has already suffered enough. I think she must have learned her mistake by now. Keeping her here any longer won’t change anything.”

For a moment, silence filled the basement.

The youngest, Krishiv, frowned immediately.

“Don’t act like she’s innocent,” he said sharply. “You know very well what she did.”

Rayaan crossed his arms, his voice cold.

“Exactly. She’s not as weak as she looks. She’s always been cunning.”

He glanced at Iraya with clear distrust.

“If we let her go, she’ll just create trouble again.”

Zoya sighed softly, as if she was being forced to agree.

“I just thought… she is still our sister…”

Aarav, who had been silent the whole time, finally lifted his eyes toward Iraya.

She was already looking at him.

Her gaze was not pleading anymore.

Not scared.

Just tired.

Aarav frowned slightly, then spoke in a low voice,

“Why are you looking at us like that?”

Iraya didn’t answer.

His eyes narrowed.

“Are you feeling guilty about what you did?”

For a second, the basement went completely still.

Iraya blinked slowly, as if she couldn’t believe what she had just heard.

Then a faint, hollow laugh escaped her lips.

“Guilty…?” she murmured.

She looked at each of them one by one before her eyes stopped on Aarav again.

“For what?”

Her voice grew stronger despite her weak body.

“Did any of you ever give me a single chance to explain myself?”

No one spoke.

Iraya pushed herself a little straighter against the wall, her hands trembling but her eyes steady.

“Tell me… have you ever?” she asked quietly.

“Even once… did any of you try to hear my side?”

Her gaze moved from Aarav to Rayaan, then to Krishiv.

“Or was it easier… to believe whatever she said?”

The basement fell silent again.

And this time, even Zoya’s smile faded for a moment.

Krishiv clicked his tongue in irritation and stepped forward.

“Brother, don’t listen to her nonsense,” he said impatiently. “She always talks like this to make herself look innocent.”

Rayaan nodded in agreement, his expression hard.

“Yes. We’ve already wasted enough time here. Just hurry up… and make her drink that soup.”

The moment those words left his mouth, Iraya froze.

“…Soup…?”

Her eyes widened as something clicked in her mind. The exhaustion in her body disappeared, replaced by sudden fear. She tried to push herself farther back, her shoulders hitting the cold wall behind her.

“No…” she said quickly, shaking her head.

“No, I won’t drink anything.”

Her voice grew sharper, desperate.

“I know what you’re trying to do. Don’t come near me!”

The three men exchanged looks, but none of them seemed surprised by her reaction.

Zoya let out a soft sigh, as if she was disappointed.

“You see?” she said quietly. “She still refuses to admit her mistakes.”

Without another word, Zoya turned and walked toward the small table near the stairs. A bowl had been left there, covered with a cloth.

She lifted it carefully and walked back, holding it with both hands.

The faint smell of something bitter spread in the damp air.

Iraya’s breathing became uneven the moment she saw it.

“No… no, don’t bring that near me…” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Zoya stopped in front of Aarav and gently placed the bowl in his hands.

Her voice became soft again, almost pleading.

“Brother… it’s better to finish this now.”

Aarav looked down at the bowl without speaking.

Krishiv stepped closer.

“Just do it, brother. This is the only way.”

Rayaan nodded.

“Yes. Don’t hesitate now. We all know this has to be done.”

Zoya lowered her gaze, but the corner of her lips lifted slightly.

“Please… give it to her,” she said quietly.

All three of them looked at Aarav.

“Just do it, brother.”

Iraya’s heart started pounding violently as Aarav slowly walked toward her, the bowl still in his hands.

She shook her head again and again, trying to move away even though there was nowhere to go.

“No… I said no… I won’t drink it!”

Her voice echoed weakly in the dark basement,

but no one stepped back.

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