His heart twisted painfully. He cupped her cheek with his free hand, eyes wide with a flicker of panic.
"I'm so sorry," he rasped, his voice breaking. "Did I hurt you?"
Her lips curved into a faint, sorrowful smile that pierced him deeper than any...
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Yuvan's POV :
The next morning, I walked through the city, but its noise was nothing but a blur against the silence in my chest. I didn’t bother with my phone-why would I? Some things you just know. She would come.
In my cabin, I sank into the chair, my fingers restless on the desk, each tap betraying the hunger clawing inside me. It’s madness, really-a man like me shouldn’t wait. But I do. For her, I always do. For the torment of her absence, for the salvation of her presence-I crave it like breath, like sin, like the only thing keeping me alive.
Knock.
I sat up.
And then she entered.
In beige formal wear, hair pulled back, sharp-eyed, calm-faced-but I could tell.
"Two minutes late," I said, glancing at my watch with a lazy grin.
"I stopped to get your favourite coffee," she replied flatly, placing the cup on my table, sulking. "Maybe try gratitude for once, Yuv."
I picked it up, amused. "So you missed me."
"I missed peace and quiet."
She sat across from me, flipping open the file. I pretended to look at it but was too busy watching how the sunlight caught the gold flecks in her eyes. She hated that I noticed these things.
"You've been quiet since you came," I said finally.
"I've been normal. You're just too used to me reacting to your every move, Mr."
"You do react."
She raised a brow, but didn't deny it. Before I could tease further my little one.
Knock. Again.
This time, Nico entered with a bouquet. Blood-red roses, tied with a black ribbon.
I frowned slightly.
"Sir, this just arrived. From an anonymous sender. Again."
He handed me the bouquet, and left.
Suman looked at it like it was a bomb, I pulled out the note tucked inside.
"Ashra Lane. 5:30 PM. Rooftop. Come alone."
Same neat handwriting. No signature. No threats. Just instructions. And that made it more interesting.
I tossed it carelessly on the desk.
"I'm going," I said casually, already standing.
"No, you're not,Alone" she replied instantly, her voice sharper than before.
I smirked, walking around the desk and picking up my jacket. "You think I'm going to sit here like a scared little puppy?"
"You're going to walk into a setup without even thinking. That's worse."
