𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐬.

𝟑𝟒.𝐑𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬

❝Do that again and I promise I'll kiss the shit out of you, wifey.❞

The words of Musa resounded across the place. Her pair of gray eyes could not withstand his. His eyes screamed seethe as he shut them to calm down his beasty side. Peculiarly, he couldn't condone someone having eyes on his wife, perhaps.

He harshly shoved her from his side in resentment and abhorrence, making Fayra stumble and get hold of herself abruptly. His jaw was clenched, and his chest heaved up and down. The dread filled Fayra as she heedlessly walked behind him, perhaps to make him aware that it was not what he had concluded. No woman endures when it's a matter of their character, and it was the same case with Fayra as well.

His features were stoic, and his eyes were hard as he took long strides to the entrance. His pair of rage-filled eyes encountered two guards dressed in black suits, who bowed their heads in respect towards their master. Seeing this scene that took place at the moment, shock was quite evident in Fayra's eyes, unable to process how they had ended up here.

Everything commenced to click in her mind the moment her heart concluded that Musa had appointed guards, and it was them who were notifying him about her whereabouts, while her eyes clenched with intense agony and emotions.

❝Musa!❞ The familiar voice of Aroosh made Fayra look forward flabbergasted. Her eyes met Aroosh's, who passed her a winsome smile while Altamash nodded his head at Fayra. Taking a glimpse at Musa's stoic features, Altamash couldn't stand without passing a wry comment.

❝Feels like Musa didn't get a kiss,❞ came Altamash's voice, biting his lips to restrain his chuckle. Fayra stared at Altamash, her eyes widening as a blush crept over her cheeks, making Musa pass a death glare in Altamash's direction while Aroosh suppressed a loud chuckle at the scene.

Aroosh and Altamash came along with Musa. When Musa got the call from the guards he had appointed for Fayra, they were both in the car with him and had to come to the ice cream parlor as he was informed about Fayra walking towards the vacant alley.

The guards who stood with guns at the entrance of the ice cream parlor took a glimpse of the four masked men coming their way. Both guards looked at each other mystified until they acknowledged what was going to occur next. Before they could take their positions to ambush and protect their master, the group of goons yanked Fayra, who stood looking at Musa, restraining back.

❝Mr. Khan,❞ came the unfamiliar voice of one of the masked men. They had skillfully clenched Fayra's hand, as Musa, walking in outrage towards his car, which was parked at the entrance of the ice cream parlor.

Seconds elapsed, and the scream of Fayra throbbed across the place, making all three of them turn back to take a glimpse at the scene that was unfolding. The rage-filled Musa, without thinking, commenced to take long strides as dread began to trickle down his eyes.

❝If you dare harm her, I'll make sure you pay for your life!❞ Musa uttered fiercely. His words throbbed with outrage, his jaw clenched so tightly that if anyone had traced it, they would have felt as if they had a cut. His ocean blue eyes revolved into a different hue of redness.

He pointed his finger to leave his wife, but the goons began to suppress wry laughs, seeing the fright in Musa Hassan Khan's eyes, the ruthless mafia he was known as. Fayra began to tussle to get out of their unyielding grip, while Aroosh and Altamash stood traumatized at what was occurring at the moment.

The guards clenched their triggers as they watched the scene, alarmed. Meanwhile, Aroosh and Altamash implored Musa not to step in without protection, but the man cared for nothing except that his wife was in danger.

Four men surrounded Fayra, two of whom had indicated their guns in her direction, intimidating Musa that they would pull the trigger at any time soon. There was an ominous silence that shook the air until one of the men spoke.

❝You killed Alex and it's our turn now, Khan,❞ the man said determinedly. Fayra felt excruciating pain bubbling through her body. Her blurry eyes stared at the man she addressed as her beast, the man who stood with fright for her in those intoxicated ocean blue eyes.

A sinister smile took over Musa's lips. He was cognizant that these were the right-hand commanders of Alex. He removed his gun, pointing it at the goons, making Aroosh and Altamash stare at Musa in utter shock. They looked at each other, nodding, and then pulled their guns, smiling at each other. They had always had each other's backs.

Aroosh nodded at the anxious Fayra in assurance. Musa's sharp acumen in these matters was what made him the ruthless mafia in the world. The monstrous goons who gripped Fayra's arm glared at her as she wriggled to let go.

❝I don't like to squander my time playing this way—❞ Musa took a dangerous step ahead, making eye contact with the man who stood ahead, holding a sinister smile across his lips. Fayra stared at Musa with tears of dread in her eyes. For the first time, he passed her a smile, nodding his head at her. His eyes spoke louder than anything at the moment. The emotions in his eyes conveyed that he was there for her, and it felt like a promise. Fayra's heart skipped a beat at his gesture.

❝Leave my wife and have war with me!❞ continued Musa, pointing the gun at the man who stood ahead. The rest of the goons took a step back, clenching Fayra's arm, who shrieked in pain as their nails dug into her skin. The look of pain took over Musa's face until he bellowed, making it feel as if the world would quiver at how outrageous he sounded at the moment.

❝Dammit, she is my wife—❞

❝My wife, Mrs. Fayra Hassan Khan.❞

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