Between The Singhanias

Chapter 39

"Find her. Find my wife." Yuvaan growled at the men dressed in black as he stood outside the house that hours ago was perfect and now, it looked like the joy of the family was crushed into pieces. He felt restless, his heart clenching against his chest had done nothing to smooth the hammering inside his mind that mocked Yuvaan at his mercy.

It was all his fault.

His fault that he had easily let Meera go.

His fault that he had let her melt his frozen heart.

His fault that she was in trouble.

His fault that he would lose her.

The last thought had made him forget how to breathe for second. He couldn't let stay with him but he couldn't let her go and now, Yuvaan couldn't see the woman dying who he loved.

Fucking he did.

Even if Yuvaan was too ignorant and a cold bastard to admit but it was the truth. He loved and now she was hanging between life and death and what he found was worst of all was that he did not even fucking know where his wife was. If he had not received the call that claimed the death of the Singhania brothers on the internet and was making a sensation, Yuvaan couldn't have left her and she could be with him. The blast. The burnt corpse. The fake news. Nothing made sense to him. For fucks sake could his life be more terrible?

"We are tracking the attacker down," someone replied while the migraine in his head was to pain to notice the owner of the voice for Yuvaan.

"The least I expected was for you to be here," Yuvaan turned to distract himself. . . even it was for a short period. His green eyes taking in the tall man's appearance. His cold mismatch eyes set somewhere else as he leaned against his black tinted car. His hand brought against his chest, proding his lean muscles. Even if his appearance was flawless, Yuvaan could feel his inner turmoil. As if he will rage out any second and rip people into half who got on his way.

"I'm here because I fucking wanted to."

Yuvaan couldn't stop himself from cocking an eyebrow at him. He did not take his reason of the answer that he thought that Yuvaan would buy it anyway. For the people it could be the truth but for Yuvaan it was half-truth, half-lie, half-excuse.

"Is that the case because I can't bring myself to believe it. You just got divorced today. Shouldn't you be celebrating perhaps in a strip club busy fucking those dolls in human form because you got rid of your wife who was ominous in your life. . . after all, Abhimanyu Rajvansh is known to be a heartless husband."

Yuvaan had made a wrong move.

He knew that and when a strong fist that met with his jaw, making him taste the metallic taste of his own blood, Yuvaan knew that Abhimanyu was here for other reasons. Reasons that did not just included saving Meera.

"If you say another word about my wife, you will fucking lose something that proves your manliness," Abhimanyu growled, his eyes set between Yuvaan's leg and Yuvaan got the indication of what his bastard cousin was speaking about and yet Yuvaan didn't gave a damn about his threat even if he knew that Abhimanyu did not made empty threats. Yuvaan didn't bother correcting Abhimanyu that Vedika was his ex-wife now- maybe it was out of habit.

"I will help you find the attacker and in return you help me getting something I want," Abhimanyu said.

"Boss, we found her," the hacker that sat in front of the computer had rasped. Yuvaan stroded towards the screen, his eyes fixed on the location with red mark on. "Zoom to the exact location," Abhimanyu ordered and the lean man nodded before typing something on the keyboard.