"I'm going to fucking kill you Aditya." I say the moment I take the call. "I'll make sure it's slow and painful.""Huh.. Not before I kill your little wife. It's payback time mehrotra, you killed my father, I'm going to kill your wife."
I heard Maya's faint whimper, before he cut the call. All i can see is black rage in my vision. Aditya fucking Bansal, you're going to regret the day you born.
I drove the car back to Mumbai, I've broken every traffic rule, and floor the gas padel pass the driving limit. It takes me one more hour to reach the warehouse of ME.
"They're inside. Let's go." Farad confirms, climbing out of car, Yash and him on my heel. Shooting five watchdog of Aditya's.
I don't wait for any single beat, kicking the door open. I stopped dead in my treck.
Maya
Blood.
Lots of blood. All of her.
She's lying there in pool of her blood.
Almost dead.
And that soon-to be-dead fucker has gun aimed on her.
I can't think. I can't move. I can't fucking hear anything.
Without any second thought, I pull the trigger and shoot Aditya in his hand. Farad and Yash pinned him down.
I run to her, kneeling besides her unconscious body. There is only flutter in her eyes before her body goes limp in my arms.
My beautiful sweetheart, my wife, I can't recognize her, her beautiful soft face is covered in blood. Her body is freezing. Her hair was dishevelled, tangled.
Her body is tainted with dirt, bruises and the beating she took.
My poor baby. My heart shattered seeing her like this. Tear roll down my cheeks, I don't even realize.
"S-sweetheart." I called her hoping she would wake up.
This is what they did to her, to my wife. I glance at Aditya, I'll get my revenge on every single person who's responsible for my wife's this state.
I will kill every person. Slow. And painful.
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"MAYA!!"
My eyes jerks open, I startled awake, my breathing is heavy.
"Shh, Jhanish." Maya's voice ramble above my head. "I'm right here. Relax."
Oh fuck!
Another nightmare, all the bloody memories come crashing down on me.
My eyes locked on worried amber one.
I pull her to my chest,
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Storie d'amoreTo hide one lie, thousands of lies are needed. Jhanish Mehrotra He is a grumpy, moody billionaire who doesn't like people around him, he can't feel emotions or maybe he don't want to feel. For him his work and his company is his priority. But wh...