"How badly do you want to get fucked, butterfly?"
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**This is a DARK romance. A full-length standalone novel with HEA and no cheating**
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I should not be in love with her.
Not after I know, who she is.
Yet I did.
Deeply, madly...
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मैं अरसे से खुद से, ज़रा लापता हूँ तुम्हें अगर मिलूँ तो, पता देना
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Reyaansh's POV
“He is the same man who hurt Rehaan bhaiya until he bled to death.”
While I listened, her words rattled me to the core, and I kept gazing at her tear-stained face.
No.
What the fuck!
AJH. The initial engraved on bhai's right hand when he took his last breath, My heartbeat was quickening as I came to a realization.
H. Harsh Agarwal.
The third man.
He…fuck!
He is the third friend. I found him. Finally, After Years of searching, I know who and where the third man is.
“Are you sure, butterfly?” I ask, not recognizing my own voice. It was almost inaudible.
She leaned forward, pressing her forehead on my forearm. I don't have the courage to look at her right now, “Yes. I remember everything clearly, and he confirmed it earlier.” Her voice shook at the end, her fists clenched on my shirt.
He interfered with my brother and wife, and even though he will die horribly, I will not be the one to kill him.
My butterfly will.
I will show him how to beg, how to beg for death.i My jaw clenched at the thought of something terrible happening to Kainaat.
This jerk took my brother away from me, now he's after my wife.
I gulped down the emotions as the blurred picture of Bhai painted my brain. His memories commence moving in my brain as if they were a film.
Fuck.
I should not think about him.
As I begin to drive the car, my hands are gripping the steering wheel in a compressed manner. This will distract me.
I feel my hands trembling as I take to a speed where Kainaat's scared breathe echoes in the car. However, my mind keeps taking me back to that day, when I felt his hand slowly losing hold on mine. When I saw him taking that last breath, where I felt him going limp in my hold.
And what the fuck did I do?
I watched.
I fucking saw the spectacle of my brother dying.
Such a weak brother who did not do anything, did not call out for my dad.
“You would have burned yourself to death if you went out to search for your dad.” A weak voice inside my head mumbles.
