aastha~his only obsession

The night air enveloped Aastha as she stepped out of her house, the darkness a welcome respite from the turmoil brewing inside her. She walked without a destination in mind, her feet carrying her through the quiet streets.

The only sound was the soft crunch of gravel beneath her feet, and the occasional distant hum of a car. The streetlights cast long shadows, making the world seem eerie and mysterious.

Aastha's thoughts wandered, her mind replaying the events of the day. Adiraj's gifts and notes lingered in her mind, making her feel uneasy and trapped. She quickened her pace, as if trying to outrun her thoughts.

The night air was cool and calming, but Aastha's heart remained racing. She felt like she was walking on the edge of a precipice, unsure of what lay ahead.

Adiraj POV

I stood on the rooftop, gazing out over the city's skyline. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out to see a message from my personal secretary, Rohan.

"Sir, we have a situation. The shipment from Russia has been compromised. One of Viktor's men has infiltrated our operation and is attempting to steal the cargo."

My eyes narrowed as I read the message. Viktor was a rival mafia leader who had been trying to encroach on my territory for months. I wouldn't let him get away with this.

I quickly made my way to the docks, where the shipment was supposed to arrive. As I arrived, I could see that something was off. The crates were being loaded onto a different truck, and Viktor's men were surrounding the area.

I pulled out my gun and crept forward, trying to get a better look. That's when I saw him - Viktor's man, trying to make off with my cargo.

I took aim and fired, hitting the man in the chest. He crumpled to the ground, and the other men turned to face me.

"Fuck monster Is here!" one of them shouted, pulling out his own gun.

I dodged to the side, avoiding the bullet by mere inches. I returned fire, hitting the man in the shoulder. He screamed in pain as he fell to the ground.

The other men scattered, trying to escape. I chased after them, my gun firing as I took down anyone who got in my way.

When the dust settled, I stood victorious. The cargo was safe, and Viktor's men were either dead or fled.

I holstered my gun and pulled out my phone, dialing Rohan's number. "It's taken care of," I said, my voice cold and detached.

"Yes, sir," Rohan replied, his voice trembling slightly. "I'll make sure to increase security measures to prevent this from happening again."

I hung up the phone and turned to leave, but not before catching a glimpse of myself in a nearby window reflection. My eyes were cold, my face expressionless. This was what it meant to be a mafia leader - to be ruthless, to be feared.

I turned away from the reflection, my mind already turning to the next challenge, the next threat to my empire.

I stepped out of the shadows, my gun at the ready. Viktor's men were scattered around the warehouse, their eyes scanning the area for any sign of me.

I took aim, my finger tightening around the trigger. The first man fell to the ground, a bullet to the chest. The others spun around, their guns firing wildly as they tried to pinpoint my location.

I moved swiftly, dodging between crates and taking cover behind stacks of boxes. I picked off Viktor's men one by one, my gun firing with precision and accuracy.

The sound of gunfire echoed through the warehouse, the smell of smoke and blood filling the air. I moved through the chaos with ease, my eyes locked on my targets.

Finally, the last man fell to the ground, a bullet to the head. I stood over him, my chest heaving with exertion, my gun still smoking.

The warehouse was silent, the only sound the distant hum of a car. I holstered my gun, my eyes scanning the area to make sure I had taken out all of Viktor's men.

I turned to leave, my footsteps echoing through the empty warehouse.

I floored it, my car's tires screeching as I sped away from the warehouse. The adrenaline was still pumping through my veins, my heart racing with the thrill of the kill. I felt alive, invincible.

As I turned a corner, I noticed a figure walking alone in the dark alley. My eyes narrowed as I realized it was Aastha, her long hair blowing in the wind. She seemed oblivious to the danger that lurked in every shadow.

I slowed down, my car's engine purring softly as I cruised alongside the alley. Aastha didn't seem to notice me, too caught up in her own thoughts. I watched her, my eyes fixed on her fragile form.

She was a beautiful girl, with a quick smile and a sharp mind. But she was also naive, unaware of the darkness that lurked beneath the surface of our city.

I felt a pang of curiosity, wondering what she was doing out here all alone. But I knew I couldn't approach her, not like this. My clothes were stained with blood, my face smeared with dirt and grime. I looked like a monster, and I knew it.

So I just watched her, admiring her from afar. She seemed so innocent, so pure. It was a quality that I hadn't seen in a long time, not in this city.

As I watched her, I felt a strange sense of calm wash over me. It was as if I had forgotten about the blood on my hands, about the men I had killed just hours before. All I could think about was Aastha, and the way she seemed to shine like a beacon in the darkness.

I knew it was ridiculous, that I was just caught up in the thrill of the moment. But I couldn't help the way I felt, couldn't help the way my eyes seemed to be drawn to her like a magnet.

I followed her for a few more blocks, watching as she turned down a side street and disappeared into the night. I knew I couldn't follow her any further, not without risking being seen.

So I turned my car around, heading back towards the hotel. As I drove, I couldn't shake the image of Aastha from my mind. What was she doing out here all alone? And why did I feel so drawn to her?

I knew I would have to find out more about her, to learn what made her tick. And I knew I would have to do it without revealing my true nature, without showing her the monster that lurked beneath my surface.

To be continued..