Love Together

Chapter 27

Radhi's POV

I found myself at the back of the restaurant, but the figures I was tailing were nowhere in sight, leaving me feeling a mix of frustration and anxiety.

Suddenly, a man's enraged voice pierced the air, accusing, "You couldn't even handle such a simple task? You're completely useless!"

Startled, I turned towards the source of the outburst, my heart racing with anticipation.

"Sir, I had almost completed the task, but..." that girl began, her voice trembling with apprehension.

"But what?" the man barked, his anger palpable.

"Sir, just as you instructed, I had spiked his drink with the drugs, and I was about to take him with me as you suggested, but then his wife showed up," that girl explained.

"His wife? So Radhi came?" The man arrives, asking.

"I don't know her name, but a girl did show up, and because of her, the plan didn't work out, and I had to flee," she explained.

Upon hearing all this, I was terribly astonished.

Since I hadn't properly seen the man, I now needed to find out who he was-the one who had spiked Aayansh's drink with drugs.

I had a vague idea of who he might be, which is why I had followed them, but I hadn't seen his face properly.

"Everything went wrong? I was so sure that by exposing the false affair rumors about Aayansh, I'd publicly disgrace Radhi and her husband tonight. I thought that would finally bring me peace. But it all fell apart. No matter. If one plan fails, we'll devise another. But mark my words, Radhi will pay," he says, his laughter dripping with malice.

"Okay, you can leave now. Your job is done. I'll call you when I need you," Pratik says to the girl with an evil smile.

The girl nods and walks away, following Pratik's instructions.

"I'm really itching to give you a solid thrashing, enough to keep you at arm's length forever. But hey, I'll come up with a more entertaining punishment," I say, my tone playful yet determined.

After the girl leaves, Pratik casually lights up a cigarette and takes a smoke break before leaving.

Once they're out of sight, I take out my phone and make a quick call.

"Hey, I need some juicy gossip on Pratik ASAP. Something that'll shake up his life," I say, with a hint of mischief in my voice.

"Is it even worth mentioning? I already know everything about him," comes the response from the other end of the call.

"That's like my gossip guy. So, listen, what you need to do next is..." I said, my tone tinged with determination.

I then begin to explain my plan. After sharing my strategy, I pause, awaiting the response.

"Oh God, mujhe nahi pata tha ki tum itni zalim bhi ho sakti ho..." says a voice from the other end of the call, filled with surprise.

(Oh God, I didn't know you could be so cruel.)

"He shouldn't have dragged Aayansh into our conflict," I say in a cold, remorseful tone.

"Alright, I'll see you in the evening," I say before ending the call.

With a smirk, I end the call and say, "Bahut shauk hai na tumhe doosron ki zindagi kharab karne ka. Ab tum dekho ki main tumhe tumhare hi jaal mein phasati hoon."

(It seems like you're quite eager to ruin others' lives. Now watch how I trap you in your own web.)

Aayansh's POV

Radhi had sent me a message earlier, saying she had to leave for some urgent work.

As I return to my room, I immediately pick up the telephone and call the hotel staff.

When the call connects, they greet me with a polite "Good morning, sir."

I reply with a smile, "Good morning."

The hotel staff then asks, "How may I assist you, sir?"

With a serious tone, I ask, "No, no, I don't need any service. I just wanted to ask something."

"Yes, yes, please ask," the hotel staff replied.

"Actually, I wanted to ask if you prepared everything according to my instructions for room no. 1012 last night," I inquired anxiously.

"Sir, just a minute, let me check with the staff right away," the hotel staff responded promptly.

I try to remain optimistic, thinking, "Hopefully, they've just made a mistake and forgotten to decorate."

"Yeah, sir, we meticulously paid attention to every detail according to your instructions and decorated the entire room beautifully," replied the hotel staff confidently.

Upon hearing this, I reflexively slapped his forehead, thinking, "Hey Prabhu, ye kya ho gaya?"

When no response comes, the hotel staff on the other end of the call reassures, "Sir, everything seems to be alright. We hope we haven't made any mistakes."

I maintain my composure and respond, "No, you haven't made any mistakes."

"Glad to hear that, sir. If you require any assistance, please feel free to call," the hotel staff says with sincerity.

After the call abruptly cuts off, I spring from my bed, my heart racing with agitation and distress.

Pacing anxiously, I lament, "Uff, God! What have I done? Why did I drink yesterday? It was such a crucial day for me. I had so many plans. I could have proposed to Radhi yesterday."

The realization dawns upon me that when I was drunk yesterday, Radhi was the one who escorted me to the room, meaning she must have seen the entire mess-the decorations and all.

On top of that, I can't even remember my actions in my drunken state, which is probably why Radhi is avoiding me.

"Oh God, how could I make so many mistakes?" I exclaim, his voice tinged with frustration and self-disappointment as he struggles to piece together his memories.

"My mind is tempted to vanish into thin air like Mr. India right now. What if Radhi comes and asks me about that matter? What would I even say??"With these thoughts racing through my mind, I lightly tap my head against the wall in frustration.

Suddenly, a voice from behind me interrupts, "Kya main jaan sakti hoon, ye kya kar rahe ho tum?"

(Can I know what you're doing?)