"I...I'm so sorry," Brittney sobbed. "I was the one who helped Jacinta plan the whole thing. Jacinta and I, we were going to kill Meesha together."

  Meesha's eyes widened in shock as she stared at the screen. The viewers' comments started pouring in, scrolling rapidly on the screen.

  "OMG, this is insane!" one commenter wrote.

  "Brittney, you're a monster," another wrote.

  "So Jacinta actually conspired to kill Meesha. How did she end up dying instead?" someone asked.

  "We set the rock to fall on Meesha when she passed by," Brittney continued, her words tumbling out in a desperate bid for forgiveness. "But something went wrong. Jacinta went across the stage, and...and it fell on her instead."

  The comments continued to pour in, with many viewers expressing outrage and disgust at Brittney's actions.

  "This is disgusting. Brittney deserves to rot in jail!" one commenter wrote.

  "I feel so bad for Meesha. She didn't deserve this," another commenter said.

  As Meesha watched, a mix of emotions swirling inside her, Kira put a comforting arm around her shoulders.

  "See, it's not your fault, Meesha," Kira consoled. "You didn't deserve this. Brittney and Jacinta were the ones who were wrong."

  Meesha nodded slowly, her eyes still fixed on the screen. She felt a sense of relief wash over her, followed by a wave of sadness. Jacinta was gone, and Meesha couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for the role she had played in the tragedy.

  Later, Meesha walked towards her car with Kira, her mind was still reeling from the shocking revelation. She couldn't believe that Jacinta and Brittney had tried to kill her with the rock. What had she done to deserve such hatred from them? She had always been kind and friendly towards them, and yet they had conspired to take her life.

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  Meesha felt a deep sadness wash over her, mixed with a sense of betrayal. She thought about all the times she had helped Jacinta and Brittney, all the times she had been there for them. And yet, they had repaid her kindness with cruelty.

  As she walked, lost in thought, a car pulled up in front of her. Davis wound down the window and said, "Mr. Qren asked you to come in."

  Meesha's heart skipped a beat at the mention of Xanqer's name. She felt a surge of happiness and comfort, knowing that she would soon be with him. She bade goodbye to Kira and got into the car.

  As she settled into the seat, Xanqer turned to her, his eyes scanning her face. He saw the sadness etched on her features, and his expression softened. He pulled her towards him, embracing her warmly.

  Meesha leaned into his side, feeling a sense of comfort and security. Xanqer patted her hair, his touch gentle and soothing.

  "My Meesha," he whispered, his voice full of affection. "Don't be sad, my love. You know I hate to see you sad."

  Meesha looked up at him, her mouth still slightly pouted in sadness. "The people I thought were my friends conspired to kill me," she said, her voice devoid of happiness. "I have every reason to be sad."

  Xanqer's expression turned grim, his eyes flashing with anger. Then, his expression softened as he faced Meesha. "They were never your friends, Meesha," he said, his voice low. "They were just using you for their own gain. But you're safe now. You'll always be safe with me."

  Meesha rested her head back on Xanqer's chest, feeling a sense of comfort wash over her at Xanqer's words.

  As the car drove on, Xanqer held Meesha close, his arms wrapped tightly around her. He could feel her sadness and pain, and he knew that he would do anything to take it away. He would do anything to make her happy again.

  After a while, Xanqer remembered something and said to Meesha, "Meesha, I have a surprise for you."

  Meesha pulled back, her face filled with excitement. "A surprise? What surprise? Tell me," Meesha pestered eagerly, wriggling Xanqer's arm like a little child.

  Xanqer looked at her facial expression, satisfied with the result. A small smile played on his lips. "You'll see when we get there," he said, his voice low and mysterious.

  Meesha's eyes sparkled with curiosity. She leaned in closer to Xanqer, her voice barely above a whisper. "Is it something good? Where are we going?"

  Xanqer let out a slight chuckle. "You'll have to wait and see," he said, his voice teasing.

  Meesha pouted, her lower lip jutting out in a playful gesture. "You're not fair," she said, her voice mock-angry.

  Meesha felt a sense of excitement and anticipation. She knew that she would have to wait and see what Xanqer had planned for her, but she was eager to find out.

  After some minutes of waiting, Meesha asked Xanqer, her voice laced with excitement. "Xanqer, are we there yet?"

  "Not yet," Xanqer replied, his voice low and husky.

  After waiting for few more minutes, Meesha asked again. "Are we there now?"

  Xanqer replied. "Almost."

  After an hour, the car finally came to a stop. Xanqer exited the car, holding the door out for Meesha. Meesha came out, and looked around, taking in their surroundings. They were in a vast, open landscape, with nothing but rolling hills and wildflowers stretching out as far as the eye could see. Ahead of them, a rugged cliff edge dropped away into the darkness, and above, the night sky twinkled like a canvas of diamonds.

  Meesha turned to Xanqer, her brows furrowed. "Why did you bring me here? Where's the surprise?" she asked, her eyes scanning the desolate area.

  Xanqer walked forward, a small, enigmatic smile playing on his lips. He didn't respond, his eyes fixed intently on Meesha's. It was as if he was waiting for the perfect moment, calculating the exact instant to reveal his surprise.

  Finally, Xanqer pointed towards the cliff edge, his gaze locked onto Meesha's. She looked at him questioningly, then turned to follow his gesture.

  As soon as she looked, a gasp escaped from her lips.