Karan's POV
'Get out!', I screamed at my P.A. Aman. Ugh, I can't take this anymore. 5 years have passed, and they haven't been able to locate her. 5 years, since I've slept and 5 years, since this passionate lover has turned stone cold.
My name is Karan Agarwal. I am currently single, as the love of my pathetic life is gone, and you know what the worst part is, I'm the reason she's gone.
She really was the best Mafia leader. She hid herself from me 5 years ago, and she's never returned since then.
It's all Natasha's fault, really. If the she-devil herself hadn't blackmailed me, my very heart and reason for living, Mahi, wouldn't have been hurt.
I should've known she couldn't handle it. After all, she and Mahir lost their parents that fateful day.
Mahi's situation was so unfortunate that all her devious family broke ties with her after I broke our engagement right before our wedding day, and Mahir, her only brother, was and still is in coma with serious head injuries.
I sit back in my large, leather chair and close my teary eyes with guilt, heartbreak, and regret swirling through me like a whirlpool.
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