Stolen The Mafia King's Heart - Mishbir FF

Chapter 46

MISHTI'S POV

The dim lighting of Abir's ancestral mansion felt oppressive like the weight of the memories embedded in these walls bore down on me. Abir had just laid his soul bare, confessing truths I could barely comprehend, unraveling the past he had kept hidden for so long. His voice still echoed in my mind, haunted, desperate, clinging to the memories of the family he had lost and the darkness that had consumed him. It was heartbreaking, but terrifying too. This wasn't the Abir I thought I knew; this was someone whose love was intense, suffocating, and deeply, painfully broken.

I could still feel his gaze on me, a mixture of vulnerability and fear—fear of rejection, fear of abandonment. And I knew why; he was holding onto me as if I were his last tie to a better world. I knew the pain behind his every word, and yet, I could feel the tendrils of obsession beneath his need.

I turned to face him, barely able to find the words. "Abir, I need time to process all of this," I whispered, forcing my voice to remain steady. "You've told me so much... things I never imagined. I can't make sense of it right now."

His eyes darkened slightly, and I saw his jaw tighten as if trying to prevent himself from speaking. His hands, though gentle, held me as if he feared I would vanish if he let go as if releasing me would make me disappear forever.

"Mishti," he murmured, the tremor in his voice exposing his desperation, "I've already lost so much. I can't lose you too."

My heart twisted at his words. This wasn't just love—it was a need, a fierce, possessive need like he was trying to fill the empty, broken parts of himself. He was making me his reason to fight, to survive, but that only made me more frightened. I couldn't give him the reassurance he wanted.

Taking a deep breath, I reached up, resting a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Please, Abir. Just give me some time to process this. We both need it."

The turmoil in his eyes was palpable, but he nodded, ever so slightly. Yet I saw the storm within him—he was battling his need to keep me close, his fear of losing me, and the patience he was trying to show.

"You're right," he said, barely audible, his voice raw. "I'll try, Mishti... I'll try." He released me slowly, reluctantly, as if the act itself went against every instinct within him.

"Thank you, Take care and try to think about what I said..." I whispered, offering him a soft smile, hoping it would calm the raging emotions behind his gaze. Stepping back, I managed to turn, forcing myself to walk away.

I could feel his gaze on me, like a magnetic pull, even as I made my way to the door. The shadows of the mansion seemed to press in on me as I left, the silence heavy with unsaid words. It was like walking away from a part of myself, from a love that could either save us or destroy us.

The next day passed in a haze. I spent hours pacing, replaying every word, every look, every moment of that confession. Abir had bared his soul, laid everything out for me, but that didn't make the choice any easier. The truth weighed heavily on me, and despite the darkness in his past, I could still feel that small part of my heart that longed for him.

But this was too much—too intense, too suffocating. I needed time, and space to understand if I could love someone with so much darkness, or if this intensity would consume me in the end.

As I went through the motions of the next day, everything seemed muted. Even the warmth of the sun felt cold. But I kept pushing forward, avoiding the thoughts that tried to pull me back to him.

Yet when classes ended that day, as I walked toward the college gates with my head still spinning, I noticed someone waiting there. My heart nearly stopped when I saw him.