𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

chapter seventeen

Abhimaan's pov :

I'm walking out from one of the cells of my warehouse right now with blood dripping down my hands and my shirt has also been ruined by that bastard's blood.

I sighed and went to the washroom in my cabin to change my clothes. My mood has been spoiled from the morning because of that Abeer and most importantly I'm missing my love.

When I make her mine, I swear I won't let her leave me even for a minute.

But we both will have to go to the office and I know how much she loves her work, if it was up to me then we would've never left our bedroom.

You haven't even proposed to her yet and you're dreaming about staying together. My mind scoffed at me.

I'm gonna propose to her soon okay, it's just I want to give her time to fall for me and accept me for the way I am. I said to my mind.

Why the fuck am I talking to myself like a loner?

Because you are a loner .My mind mocked me.

Shut up mind.

I'm going back to the company as my work here is done. I came outside and went towards my motorcycle and mounted on it, after putting my helmet on I rotated the throttle, speeding my way through the traffic.The road for the company always has traffic on it as my company is situated in the main city whereas the area near my warehouses for mafia are more deserted, for obvious reasons.

I hate these crowded roads with every ounce of my body. I sighed frustratedly.

Soon I reached the company and directly went to my private elevator and pressed the top floor button, at which only the ceo's cabin is present along with the people with higher post right after the ceo.

Standing in this elevator, the memory of my love hugging and calling me Maan for the first time flashed in my mind causing me to smile unknowingly.

I miss her so much, it's been one full day since I saw her...should I call her? Yeah I think I should but what will I say after calling her? Will I sound desperate if I called her without any reason, ofcourse I would.

From when did I start overthinking?

But I just want to hear her sweet voice! Now I'm whining like a fucking kid.

Lost in my thoughts, I mindlessly walked out of the elevator and went to my cabin only to find a motherfucker sitting on the chair with his legs mounted on my desk.

He is none other than Siddharth Chauhan, one of my two bestfriends for unfortunate reasons.

I sighed and went to sit on my chair and Sid passed me a grin to which I glared at him and his feet which are on my desk. He put his feet on the floor quickly and let out a nervous chuckle.