[COMPLETED]
She was just a girl in a school uniform.
He was a man drenched in power, blood, and secrets.
Tanya Sikhawat, 18 and full of dreams, never expected her simple life to collide with Shivansh Rajvansh-a cold, calculated mafia king who never...
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The room was silent, but my mind was chaos.
Tanya lay beside me, curled up in my shirt, her delicate frame trembling even in sleep. Her lashes were damp—she’d cried herself to sleep. And I... I just watched her.
My palm rested protectively on her waist, feeling every shallow breath she took. Every once in a while, she twitched—perhaps from nightmares—and each time, I hated myself a little more for not reaching her sooner.
That bastard... that drink... that room.
My jaw clenched until it ached.
I’ve seen a lot of things in my life. Blood, betrayal, death. But nothing... nothing has ever wrecked me like watching her body go limp in that hallway. Her innocence... her light... poisoned even for a moment—by someone in my world.
It was on me now. To clean this filth. To scorch every trail that led to her. Vikrant Kapoor was just a puppet—my puppet. So if it wasn’t him… someone else pulled the strings this time.
And they made one fatal mistake.
They touched what was mine.
I gently brushed a strand of hair away from Tanya’s face. She didn’t stir.
"From now on," I whispered into the dim light, "you won’t even breathe without me watching over you."
Then I sat up, slowly, not disturbing her, and walked to the balcony. The cold wind didn’t help with the fire in my chest. I lit a cigarette—a rare thing for me—but tonight, I needed to focus. To plan.
This wasn’t just about revenge now.
It was war.
I took out my phone, dialed a secure line.
"Rudra," I said the moment he picked up, "assemble the core team. Full force. I want surveillance inside out—party footage, waitstaff identities, entry logs. Dig deep. Someone wants to challenge me from the inside. We smoke them out."
I paused, staring up at the stars.
"And Rudra... inform the jeweler to have the ring by tomorrow. Tanya's size. We’re not waiting anymore. The world needs to know she’s mine."
Because claiming her heart was destiny.
But protecting her soul... that’s my duty.
NEXT MORNING
The morning sunlight filtered gently through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the room. Tanya was still asleep, curled up in my oversized shirt, her cheek pressed to the pillow, her lips parted slightly, hair messy but still managing to look like something divine.
I had barely slept, my mind consumed by plans, by revenge, and by her. But now, seeing her peaceful face, I felt a flicker of calm.
She stirred a little when I leaned down and kissed her forehead.
