Beyond Destiny ~ A Saga Of Timeless Love

63 ~ Surviving The Crash

"You make my heart smile even when my eyes are sad."

Dev

Even after ending those scumbags, my rage remained unquenched. The fury simmered, bubbling like molten lava within me, waiting to erupt. This anger wouldn’t dissipate until I had him—that bastard—under my grasp. No, not just under my grasp. I wanted to torment him, to break him. Every day, I would drag him to the very edge of death, forcing him to crawl on his knees, begging for the mercy of release. But mercy? I’d never grant it. Not even in his final breath. Instead, I’d pull him back from the brink, again and again, just to make him suffer more.

That day, while reading the letter that had poisoned my peace, my gaze landed on something peculiar—a small camera tucked discreetly beneath Rooh's table. My blood froze for a moment, then boiled anew. The thought that someone had been watching her every move made me sick. That was the moment I knew my instincts had been correct. I’d grabbed Rooh immediately, ensuring she was safe. I was relentless, ordering my team to comb through every inch of her apartment. What they discovered confirmed my worst fears—hidden cameras. Everywhere.

I decided not to tell Rooh about this. She was already terrified, and knowing the extent of the invasion would only add to her distress. My heart twisted, imagining the fear she must have felt when she first received that letter. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t fathom the depth of her dread.

But the bastard behind it all? He was a ghost. Despite my team’s relentless efforts, he remained elusive, always a step ahead. We had managed to extract some information from the idiots I killed, but it was worthless. Dead ends. Still, I refused to rest. For two days straight, my team and I had been running on fumes, chasing every clue.

I hadn’t seen Rooh in those two days. I couldn’t. Not when I hadn’t succeeded in catching that monster. The thought of facing her filled me with guilt. How could I look her in the eye when I felt I was failing her? But guilt wasn’t the only thing keeping me away. My feelings for her were like a storm, growing fiercer with every passing moment. I wanted her—wanted to claim her. The possessiveness I felt was overwhelming, almost primal. But she was already dealing with so much. The last thing I wanted was to frighten her.

And yet, despite my best efforts to bury myself in work, my rage kept spilling over. My suppressed emotions lashed out at everyone around me. The staff bore the brunt of my frustration, though I tried my hardest to rein it in. I was unraveling. I wanted to see her, needed to see her, but I couldn’t bring myself to.

I was immersed in work, desperately trying to distract myself when someone knocked on the door. Without looking up, I gave a curt “Come in.” But the moment she stepped inside, I felt it—her presence. My head snapped up, and there she was.

Every shred of resolve I had crumbled the instant I saw her. She was a vision, ethereal and radiant, dressed in an ivory Anarkali suit that seemed to glow against her dusky skin. Her hair was loosely braided, soft tendrils escaping to frame her delicate face. Baby hairs curled on her forehead, and her earrings swayed with every hesitant step she took. Her kohled eyes—those deep, captivating brown eyes—met mine, and I was done for.

My chest tightened painfully as I drank in the sight of her. Pink painted her lips, and she nervously bit down on them, making me almost growl in frustration. Those are mine to bite, my mind roared.

I couldn’t stop myself. Rising from my chair, I closed the distance between us. She stood near the door, fidgeting nervously, her presence magnetic. My gaze never left her face. Step by step, I approached her until she was trapped between the wall and me. My world narrowed down to her—just her.