Whisper in the Night|18+

Chapter 15 : Birth Mark?

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Hi guys,

Just a quick update — there will be fewer chapter updates until 15th September.
I've got some important exams coming up, and I hope you'll understand.

Thank you so much for your patience and support 💕

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Author's POV:

The morning sun slipped through the blinds of Kaira's office, cutting golden stripes across her cluttered desk. She sat hunched forward, hair tied up in a messy bun that had already loosened into stray strands framing her face. Her brows furrowed in concentration, fingers flying over the keyboard while her other hand scribbled half-legible notes into her diary.

A pen dangled dangerously from her lips, bouncing slightly every time she shifted. Her phone buzzed for the fifth time that morning, screen lighting up beside her, but she ignored it. Calls, deadlines, meetings—sab ek hi din me aaj.

The phone rang again. She groaned, snatched it up without even glancing at the name, and pressed it to her ear.

"Hello?" she mumbled, eyes still glued to her laptop.

"Hi, princess."

Her pen slipped from her mouth and clattered onto the desk. That voice—her shoulders dropped instantly, a small smile tugging her lips.

"Bhaiya?" she asked, the sweetness in her tone betraying her irritation.

"Hm," Karan's voice hummed like a slow threat wrapped in silk.

"Phone kyun kiya? Pata hai kitni busy hoon main abhi?" she snapped dramatically, tossing her pen onto the desk like she was proving her point.

"Pata hai," he replied, entirely unbothered. "Tabhi to dinner ke liye bula raha hoon."

Her fingers froze on the keyboard. "Dinner?"

"Hm."

"You know na, I'm not coming to that house," Kaira shot back quickly, voice firm but her lower lip caught between her teeth.

"I know," he said casually, as if he'd expected that answer. "Wahan bula bhi nahi raha."

"Phir? Restaurant?"

"Nahi..." his voice dipped, that faint edge of amusement threading through. "Yaad hai tujhe? Jo apartment liya tha maine jab twenty-one ka tha."

Kaira rolled her eyes so hard it hurt. "Penthouse, haan. And first of all—it's not an apartment. Stop pretending. Huh, ameer log."

There was a sharp chuckle on the other end. "Dekho toh bol kaun raha hai. Lioné's CEO."

Kaira puffed her cheeks, muttering under her breath. Before she could retort, his next words almost made her choke.

"Aaradhya was thinking you should spend some time with her."

The pen she'd thrown earlier slipped off the desk and hit the floor with a clink.

Spend time... with her? With the mafia queen herself?

Her stomach did a nervous flip. She wanted to protest, aap hi jao, main nahi jaa rahi, but the words stuck in her throat. You don't casually backtalk about mafia queens—not when your brother is Karan Singh. These men and their possessiveness... god help her.

"Kaira?" his tone sharpened, pulling her out of her spiraling thoughts.

"Haan... sun rahi hoon," she answered quickly, voice too high-pitched.