𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋

𝟒 - 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐀𝐛𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

Myra POV:

It was a lazy Sunday evening, and I had demanded my brother make me a sweet dessert, something I had been craving a lot lately. The air was filled with the sweet scent of vanilla and chocolate, making the atmosphere feel warm and comforting.

I was sitting at the counter, just watching my brother struggle with the cake batter. I offered to help him, but he insisted that he could do it all alone. Ego talks. One thing my brother sucks at is cooking and baking, but his pride doesn't let him accept it.

I laughed as he wrestled with the electric mixer, the batter splattering onto his shirt. "You're making a mess as usual," I teased, unable to hide my amusement.

He rolls his eyes, his frustration barely masked. "Hey, it's all part of the process. Besides, you’re the one who wanted to make double chocolate chip."

"And you're the one who promised to help," I teased, nudging him playfully with my elbow.

He ignored my words as usual, his focus divided between the recipe and the unruly batter. The electric mixer's whirring was punctuated by splatters of chocolate, which now decorated his shirt.

Watching him struggle, an idea suddenly popped into my mind. I couldn't help but smile as I spoke up. "Bhaiyaa, can I suggest you one thing?"

He paused and looked at me, curiosity flickering in his eyes as he nodded slightly. "Sure, what is it?"

"I must say, you should join a cooking class," I commented, barely concealing my amusement.

"And why so?" he asked, giving me a questioning look.

"You know, nowadays most girls fall in love with boys who know how to cook. And if I tell them about you, not a single girl will fall for you. Already everyone fears you for your ruthless nature. Second, you don't know how to flirt with a girl. So if they learn now that our famous mafia Agastya Singhania knows how to cook, then it's a plus point for you," I said, mentally patting my back, feeling proud of myself.

He stared at me, leaning against the kitchen counter, silently.

"What? Didn't you like my suggestion?" I asked him one more time.

"Done with your bullshit? Can we now go back to our baking part?" With that, he engaged himself in the batter again.

My mouth hung open before I closed it, glaring at him. My brother is such an idiot.

"Bhaiya, apart from this business world, you have your own life which you can't ignore every time. One day you will also need a life partner. You can't live your life like this," I told him in a serious tone.

He sighed, placing the spatula down, and looked at me, a mixture of frustration and contemplation on his face. The kitchen was quiet for a moment, the scent of vanilla and chocolate hanging in the air.

“I’m a mafia, Myra... my life is surrounded by guns and bullets... a monster who loves to torture and give pain to people... a freaking murderer who has killed thousands of people. Do you think any person will love me... will fall for me, princess?”

I hopped down from the counter and cupped his face softly, looking into his troubled eyes.

“I know you’re a mafia, Bhaiyaa. I know you’ve killed lots of people because they deserved it. Beneath this arrogant and ruthless exterior, there is a soft heart that you don’t show to anyone,” I murmured.

He looked away, like a child caught stealing chocolates, his tough demeanor momentarily shattered.

“You’ve just built a tough boundary around it. You can't hide it from me, Bhaiyaa, and I also know one day you will find a girl who will love you immensely, and that day you won't be able to help but fall for her,” I said with conviction.