𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧: 𝐀𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢 (𝟏𝟖+) ✅

28: Prologue Scene

ONLY BECAUSE I LOVE YOU GUYS TOO MUCH, I WROTE THIS, I WASN'T PLANNING TO!!!

Please show a little love to me as well by commenting. *Puppy eyes*

This is the last chapter where you would feel like Riya is being a doormat FL, haven't you heard the quote? 

When a woman loves, she loves so deeply that she forgets your biggest of the mistakes, but once she's done, SHE'S DONE!

And our queen is fucking DONE. The trajectory of Riya's emotional maturity now will go up, and now it's time to get our stupid-ass hero in line. Don't worry, it'll be funny as hell because guess who'll be back from the next chapter? 

Who has the power to handle stupid ass men?

THE MYTH

THE LEGEND

THE BADDEST BITCH OF ALL

ROOP!!!!

(if you don't know who she is, you're missing a lot in your life fr, go fatafat se read Kabir Oberoi and then come back as her fan. Okay?)

Chalo, enough ranting. Let's get to the chapter :)))

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I dropped the phone, the weight of the world crashing down on me. With trembling hands, I closed my eyes, hoping maybe if I shut out the world, it would all disappear. But time didn't stop. It stretched on, each second feeling like an eternity.

After what seemed like an agonizingly long time, a cold metal pressed against my temple, jolting me from my thoughts. My heart raced as the reality of the situation sank in. The gun was loaded. Panic surged through me, but I forced myself to remain still, to keep my eyes shut tight.

Then, a click. My stomach dropped. It was real. The danger was real.

With a surge of adrenaline, I snapped into action. Gripping the gun tightly, I spun around, instinct taking over. My right leg shot out, connecting with a solid thud against his thigh. A curse escaped his lips, confirming my hit.

But before I could fully process the situation, his grip tightened around my neck from behind. His voice, dripping with menace, sent shivers down my spine.

"It was my favourite suit"

I knew that voice anywhere.

Ishaan Singhania.

I fought back, desperation fuelling every movement as I struggled to break free from his grasp. Finally managing to wriggle out, I faced him, anger simmering beneath the surface.

"F*** off," I spat, my voice laced with defiance. "I'm not in the mood for your games."

His response was cold, calculated. "Oh, cry me a river. I'm sorry that you're weeping like a pussy because you can't man up, but I have real issues on my hands"

"How did you find me?" I demanded, frustration mounting.

"Does it matter?" he sneered, toying with the gun in his hand.

Our exchange was tense, each word dripping with hostility. But amidst the chaos, he got straight to the point.

"Now that we've had our pleasantries, let's get to the business, Ivan Morrozzi is hunting you like a dog, and he's messing with me, so would you like the honour to kill the bastard or should I do it?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"What did he do?" I asked, my mind racing to comprehend the gravity of the situation.