"I'm breaking my boundaries for you, I'm boxing every negative thought of mine, I'm literally going my way out for you...please don't hurt me."
"Never. I'll never hurt you, Myra. Just trust me, I'm mafia, but I'm not a monster."
"I can't believe it...
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"Zayn, are you ready?" Kabir asked on the call as I stood wearing my black tuxedo with a black shirt.
After returning to the room from the garden, I took a hot shower to try to divert my mind from everything.
Now it was around 9:30 a.m., and I was all set to leave. Today was very important to me. In the meeting, I would finally confront that rascal Oberoi.
We had everything planned; now all we had to do was wait and see how he would approach me. My blood was already boiling at the thought of him. Today, I would finally meet him, and I already had an urge to kill him right there. But no, I decided to wait. I would kill him, but slowly and steadily, making him beg.
"Yes," I replied. Kabir and Marco were already waiting for me in Pune, with the meeting scheduled for around 11.
"Don't be late," Kabir teased, and I knew where he was going with that.
"It's an important day, Kabir. Very important," I replied before ending the call.
Exhaling deeply, I reminded myself to stay focused.
I didn't want even the slightest discussion about a certain someone. I just didn't. Distraction was not an option, especially not on such a crucial day.
As I prepared to leave the room, a pang of emotion tugged at my heart. I turned around and glanced at the bed where she had given me a head massage. Then my eyes drifted to the couch where I'd often seated, watching her.
No, no, no!
Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I stepped out of the room and made my way towards the lift. However, my steps came to an abrupt halt when I spotted Myra with the manager.
Her head was hung low, and I could see she was scared and nervous.
"Is this how you're going to work here? So unprofessional of you, Myra." The manager scolded her, causing her to flinch, and I clenched my hands.
