Midnight Whispers ||18+

Ch- 29

Sana's POV:

I reached the basement because of the location board I saw in the video recording.

It was evening, and the sun had set. The moment I stepped out of my car, the cold wind touched my skin, and I shivered.

This black leather skirt with black boots is going to be another regret today, and this long black coat isn't helping either.

I decided to ignore everything around me and walked inside.

I entered, and before the main hall two guards were standing. Right now, I am so full of rage that I wouldn't even care who gets in my way.

Better if they don't, because I don't want to kill anyone who's innocent. But wait, how can the guards working for Aarav be innocent?

I'm the dumb and stupid one who thought Aarav might be a good person, that he might feel a little bit of emotion, but I was wrong. He has no emotions. He's a real heartless monster!

"Ma'am, you're not allowed here" one guard stopped me, and I paused my steps. Another guard came. "Girl, whoever you are, just go back. If our boss sees anyone right now, you're going to regret it a lot!"

I know they aren't doing anything wrong, just performing their duties, but still, blood rushed to my skin.

I controlled myself not to take out my gun and shoot them the moment they stopped me. There wasn't a single percent chance they knew me, but I still tried and spoke.

"I'm Sana Rathore" I said while looking into their eyes. They both looked at each other and cleared my way. I was shocked by their sudden change in behavior but decided to ignore it and walked ahead.

"We're sorry, ma'am! Please don't complain to sir," one of them whispered slowly as I walked ahead. I stopped, turned back, and nodded.

"Aarav told them about me? Because there's no way they would be so scared and request me not to complain."

There were more guards standing on both sides before the main gate where he was, probably busy torturing Rohan.
But unlike the earlier guards, these ones didn't stop me.

I knew he was involved in the mafia, but this much power? I wasn't aware that Aarav Chauhan could own this much power.

I knew he was cold and emotionless, but now I can say for sure that he's dangerous too.

I was just entering the hall when a guard spoke, "Ms. Rathore? You're here, wait, let me inform the boss about you."

Oh, now I remember, they know me because of that article and news those stupid journalists published! Fuck them all!

With a smirk on my lips, I moved one of my hands to my back. Without wasting a second, I grabbed my gun from my back pocket and pointed it at the guard.

"Ms. Rathore... what are you..."

"Move! Unless you want me to put these bullets in your head, and then blame you for making me wait here so that your boss can put more bullets in every inch of your body. It's up to you!"

He stepped aside, putting his microphone back to his neck. My hands curled into fists as I opened the door, and the view I saw made fear rush down my body.

He was in front of me, covered in blood with a knife in his hand. His grey shirt was soaked in blood, with the first two buttons undone. There was a drop of blood across his lips and above his eyebrows too.

But what made my body shiver was him looking straight into my eyes with a smirk on his lips. Fuck! I took hurried steps toward him, and once I got my senses back, my eyes went around my surroundings and I paused on my steps.