Vaidehi - His Second chance [On Hold]

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Jabse Hua Tere Nazdeek Hai

Dil Ke Mohalle Mein Sab Theek Hai

✦Sankaar✦

I lied.

I'm in Italy, not at all in New York. I could have told her the truth, but I don't want Ma-Papa to know, and I certainly don't want her to worry about this as well.

There was a fucker who betrayed us in both business and information. I've already informed Papa that he's being taken care of. We've acquired his father's company, leaving him with nothing. Now, he's fled to Italy to seek refuge with a Mafia group.

I need the Cadavere brothers' help here. They're a group I have sources with in the Mafia, apart from Kabir, who handles things in India. And with their help I need to catch that fucker before he causes more problems for us.

Turning on the shower, I stood under the steady stream of water, feeling its cool touch soothe my skin. The droplets danced over my body, refreshing me with each gentle touch. As the water enveloped me, I closed my eyes, letting the sound of its patter create a tranquil melody. The scent of soap filled the air, mingling with the steam rising around me, creating a comforting embrace. 

Done with the shower, I wrapped a plush towel around my waist. Droplets of water glistened on my shoulders as I walked out into the room, the cool air causing them to evaporate slowly.

With a sense of purpose, I picked up my phone, knowing she might be awake by now. Dialing her number, I waited for her soft voice to greet me.

"Hello?" came her gentle reply.

"Why didn't you read my message?" I asked, frustration creeping into my tone as I almost slipped on the small puddle of water I left behind. "Hello?"

"Wrong number," she responded, her words curt, and then the call ended.

Her calling my number a wrong number only added to my exasperation. Mrs. Suryavanshi seemed to be getting on my nerves more and more these days.

Later on, I got a message from her which confirmed my suspicion that she was jealous of me. I continued to text her to provoke her until I reached a point where I couldn't send any more messages.

What? She blocked my number?

Someone dared to block me! And that someone being your own wife, how shameful. Shut up!

I continued getting dressed. As I buttoned up my crisp white shirt, a staff member knocked on my door, breaking the silence.

"Sir, Damon sir is waiting for you downstairs," she informed me. With a nod of acknowledgment, she hurried away.

I finished buttoning my shirt, ensuring each one was perfectly aligned, before grabbing my watch and sliding my gun into my pocket. Taking a moment to collect my thoughts, I then made my way downstairs.

Damon's unsettling smile greeted me as I approached him, his figure shrouded in smoke from his cigarette. I wonder why he doesn't just keep his name as Demon instead of Damon.

"You came after a long time, Suryavanshi. I thought you were playing gentlemen-gentlemen for your whole life," he laughed, puffing out smoke with a cigarette in his other hand. "Didn't you said weren't going to marry after what your first wife did? But anyways, congrats on your marriage,"