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Our Secret Garden: A Rooftop Love - Part 2 (The Price of Silence)

In this chilling Indian visual thriller story, Priya’s facade shatters. Envy turns to ruthlessness as she delivers a terrifying ultimatum. In this part the ultimate power play begins! Discover the secret behind this dark Indian romantic story. It is an envious thriller where silence has a deadly price. Read Part 2 of this psychological suspense!

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10/31/20252 min read

Rohan: (Leaning in slightly, his voice deliberately smooth, yet containing an edge of command) "It's late, Gopalji. Let's not waste any more time. You know why we're here."

Rohan: (His voice is tight, maintaining the bribe facade) "We need to make sure our... private matters stay private. What is your price, Gopalji?"

Gopalji: (His eyes linger on the elegant shawl draped over Priya's shoulder, then on the distant lights of the family homes below.) "The price is simple, beta. I heard things that buy a life you two take for granted. A life that isn't always running. That's worth more than your money."

Rohan: (His voice is low, devoid of emotion, as he reaches Gopalji) "You heard her. You have until midnight to be gone. And if a single whisper reaches us, you'll regret ever seeing this rooftop."

Gopalji: (Visibly trembling, his eyes wide with terror, he nods frantically, unable to speak.)

Priya: (Her voice, cutting through the night from the shadows, a final, cold pronouncement) "Good. Now, get out of my sight."

(Priya tenses in Rohan's grasp. She shoves Rohan's arm off her waist with sudden, cold force, taking a sharp step forward. Her mask of the scared lover shatters completely. The envy in her eyes is palpable, a cold, burning resentment.)

Priya: (Her voice is low, sharp, and laced with absolute contempt) "Don't you dare talk to me about a 'normal life,' old man. You live in this crumbling building, tending to jasmine. We pay for the world you only look at from here. You want to lecture us on peace?"

Rohan: (He looks at her, momentarily stunned by the raw, venomous edge in her tone. He steps slightly forward to intervene.) "Priya, darling, stop. Let's stick to the numbers."

Priya: (She ignores Rohan completely, her focus locked on Gopalji. Her stare is icy, drilling into him.) "He's pathetic, Rohan. He sees our wealth, he sees our freedom, and he thinks he can steal a piece of it. Look at me, Gopalji. I know exactly what your silence is worth. And it's only enough to buy a few quiet years before your envious heart breaks again."

Priya: "You will tell us every single word you heard. Then, we will give you triple the value of this miserable building, tax-free, in untraceable cash. You take the money, and you leave this city tonight. Or," (Her voice drops to a chilling hiss) "you talk, and you find out what happens when people who have everything decide that they must keep it—and they don't envy anyone else's petty peace."

Gopalji: (He is visibly shaken, realizing her ruthlessness is driven by something far colder than fear.) "I... I heard the name of your contact. And the meeting time. You're down by the docks... tonight."

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