Book 2 in Twilight Love Series.
A slow burn romance, I recommend reading Book 1 first for a deeper understanding of the characters and their journeys.
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After losing her sister years ago under mysterious...
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"She had to be the bane of my existence"
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She was maddeningly oblivious to her ability to frustrate me. Every one of her actions was enough to drive me up the wall, like now, standing there with that smug grin, brandishing her Taser as if it were a trophy. She’d seen the man I was tracking and hadn’t bothered to tell me, probably hoping I'd walk right into trouble.
Fed up with her mind games, I pushed past her and continued down the eerily quiet road. Not a car or person in sight, and I regretted leaving my vehicle behind. I’d thought it would only draw unwanted attention, but it seemed I’d miscalculated. At least I’d managed to snap a few incriminating photos of Khurana’s drug deals.
Just then, the rumble of an engine snapped me from my thoughts. I turned to find her mounting a bike, slipping on a helmet with an infuriatingly casual air. So she had a ride this whole time. I wouldn’t have to hunt for a way out of here, but putting up with her was another story.
Swallowing my pride, I strode over. “Oye, chashmish! Think you could give me a lift to the bus stop?” From there, I could call my driver, a solid plan, or so I thought.
“Oh, but you didn’t thank me last time I saved your neck. Figured you wanted to be an independent man,” she tossed, giving my shoulder a condescending pat. “Enjoy the walk! And let's not meet ever again.” And with that, she revved the engine and sped off, leaving me in her dust.
“Aye, chashmish! Wait!” I called out, desperation creeping into my voice as she sped off, leaving me stranded in this dark, deserted stretch of road.
"Let's not meet ever again," I echoed her words with a scoff, as if I ever wanted to.
The thought of being left alone in this empty wasteland was the last thing I needed.
This infuriating woman! I shouted into the empty street, my frustration echoing through the silence. She had to be the bane of my existence.
I walked and walked, the road stretching endlessly ahead as I trudged forward with a growing weight of exhaustion. My feet felt like lead, but I pressed on, determined to find the nearest bus station. When a bus stop finally came into view, I couldn’t hold back my relief, I jumped, grateful for a way back. I phoned my manager to pick me up, and while waiting, I must have drifted off on the nearby bench, only stirring when my driver gently shook me awake.
The moment I reached my room, I surrendered myself to the bed. Sleep, I thought, is truly humanity’s greatest gift.
The next morning, I woke up feeling refreshed. I placed the photos in my safe lock, where I stored all the evidence I had gathered. As I opened it, my eyes scanned the collection, everything I had amassed against Khurrana. Yet, despite all of it, there was still nothing concrete.
