Dons of Punjab: Fluke of Reality✔️

Chapter 24

Amandeep Singh Aulakh

The moment my plane touched down at Heathrow Airport, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. It had been two long years since I last saw Prabh, and now, after all the waiting, I was finally here. The anticipation was almost too much to handle.

As soon as I stepped off the plane, my men were already waiting for me. Without wasting a second, we headed straight for her apartment. I stared out of the car window as we drove through the busy streets of London, the city lights flashing past in a blur. My hands clenched into fists. I had spent countless nights thinking about this moment, imagining what I would say, how she would react.

Would she be happy to see me?

Or would she try to run again?

I swallowed hard. No. She wouldn't run. Not this time.

When we pulled up outside her apartment building, I stepped out of the car, feeling a strange mix of excitement and nervousness. The familiar scent of jasmine filled the air—her favorite flowers. I took a deep breath and made my way inside, my footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway.

I climbed the stairs, my heart hammering with each step. When I reached her door, I hesitated for just a second before raising my hand and knocking softly.

The door swung open.

And there she was.

Prabh.

She looked exactly the same, yet somehow different. Her dark eyes widened in shock, her face going pale as she stared at me like I was a ghost.

"Aman..." she whispered, her voice barely audible.

I felt my chest tighten at the sound of my name on her lips.

Before I could say a word, her expression changed. The shock turned into fear.

She tried to slam the door shut.

I reacted instantly, shoving my foot in the gap to stop her.

"Prabh," I said firmly, pushing against the door. "Please, just listen to me."

But she didn't listen.

Panic flashed across her face as she turned and bolted toward her bedroom.

"Prabh, stop!" I shouted, shoving the door open and running after her.

She was fast, but I was faster. I reached her just as she slammed her bedroom door shut. The lock clicked into place.

I let out a frustrated breath, pressing my forehead against the door.

"Prabh, open the door," I said, my voice softer this time.

Silence.

"Please," I tried again. "Just talk to me."

Nothing.

I clenched my fists, my jaw tightening.

I couldn't lose her. Not again.

I took a step back, my mind racing. If she wouldn't come out, I'd go in.

Without hesitating, I raised my foot and kicked the door hard. The wood splintered under the force, and with one final push, it burst open.

But the room was empty.

I stood frozen for a second, my breath coming fast. She was gone.

Somehow, she had escaped.

A curse slipped from my lips as I scanned the room. The window. It was slightly open.

Of course.

She had always been smart. Always one step ahead.