Chapter 30

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Amrita's POV-

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Amrita's POV-

"Hello?"

"Dimitri!"

There was a moment of silence.

"Amrita? Is it you?" He asked.

"Yeah, it's me!"

"Whose number is this?" He asked in confusion.

"Siddhant's cousin sister."

"Oh, okay-Wait what?! Don't tell me that bastard kidnapped you again!"

I sighed. "Maybe he did."

"Why didn't you call me?!"

"How could I call you whilst getting kidnap?!" I argued back.

I heard him take deep breaths. "Alright, listen. I know the location of his mansion. We will attack at midnight and get you back. Okay?"

"Not okay. Look, I don't have much idea about the mafia and all but I know one thing- If you attack Siddhant, war will be declared and your Russian mafia will be in danger."

"Shit, you're right. What should we do?" 

I thought about this. What could be done?

"Oh, I know! What if you join the police troops?" I suggested, "Look. I work for the Mumbai police. You could join them and attack Siddhant and then tadaa! I'll escape!" 

Silence.

"Amrita, have you finally lost it and gone mad? We are the Russian mafia and you're telling me to join the police?"

"Okay, fine. Then you only suggest something," I asked.

"Uh, um, I have no idea."

"Exactly why we will stick with my plan. Don't worry. I'll make sure they don't arrest you. I am giving you my sir's number. He is like the head of police. Call him and discuss this plan with him," I instructed and told him sir's number.

"Okay. This plan will work. Don't worry. And if that asshole tries anything or forces you, call me and I will kill him," Dimitri threatened. 

"I will. Thanks a lot. Tell Lydia hello from my side. Bye," I said and hung up.

I tip-toed back to the hall and placed the phone back into her pocket. I sighed in exhaustion and laid down on the sofa. I hope this plan works.

 I closed my eyes and went into a deep slumber...

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"How is this?" Kiara asked, holding up a blue gown. 

I shook my head as no. 

"Come on! This is the seventh gown you rejected!" She groaned.

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