~ 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 ~

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I am huge sorry for not updating soon, but trust me, I am having my own problems in my personal life.... not only network but mentally like yk ab mujhe faltu ke logo ki baaton se fark nhi padta ab samjh nhi aa raha hai ki main andar se bohot tut chuki hu isiliye ye faltu ki chize ab badi nhi lagti ya phir strong ho chuki hu literally in Dino mein mobile use nhi kiya offline life spend ki and feel hua that there is no one for me including my friends , family members. I am nothing to them. For them, I am just a piece of something that isn't worthy. But yk for me I am worthy and who made me feel like this my readers. Kuch readers bohot pyaare hai like they dm me and ask me about my health and all. I am an extrovert, so mere liye meri feelings mere emotions sab control karna bohot hard hai. But still jo pain logo ko pta hai tbh I am holding much more than that. Like ab friendship pe bhi vo wala trust nhi raha mera. Kehne ko friends hai mere pass but still ab pta nhi kyu but lagta hai ki vo log bhi ek na ek din mujhe aise force karenge ki main hi unhe chod du phle blind trust karti thi logo par but ab aisa lagta hai ki jo log trust ke kabil hai unpe bhi na karu... I was just a childish girl in past but kuch chize aise change hui ki jaisi main phle thi ab waisi nhi rhi I know meri friends mujhse borr ho jayengi and then vo kisi or ko dhund lengi  I wish agar abki baar mera trust todna ho kisi ko toh aise tod de taki dubara trust karne ke kabil na bachu... Anyway, let's continue the story...💘💫
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Author's POV:
Two years had passed, yet Veer Singhania's heart remained heavy with the weight of his unrequited love. He, the formidable mafia, still grappled with the ghost of his true love. Though he refused to acknowledge his feelings, his heart and mind wrestled with the anguish of his past. Veer's defenses had always been impenetrable, his heart encased in ice. He loved her yet never provided the safety and comfort she deserved. To him, she had died two years ago, and with her, a part of him perished.

The loss of loved ones had numbed him to fear, and he now saw himself as the ultimate authority - a god, a devil, a savior, or a destroyer. His power was absolute, deciding who lived or died with a mere whim. The lines between good and evil had blurred, and Veer Singhania stood at the center, a complex and formidable figure, forever changed by the darkness that had consumed him.

He was no longer just a mafia but a force to be reckoned with. His world was a twisted game of survival, where he held the reins. Escape, and he might grant you life. Cross him, and death was certain. Veer's transformation was complete - he was now the master of his own destiny, a god in his own right.

Veer's POV:
"You were saying on the call that..." I began, my voice laced with a teasing yet menacing tone, my heart racing with anticipation. I could feel my pulse pounding in my temples, my mind consumed by a mix of emotions - anger, hurt, and a deep-seated need for revenge.

"Yeah, you said you'd take my life away," I growled, gun pointed at his head, my anger boiling over like a cauldron of venom. The memories of that fateful day flooded my mind, the pain and betrayal still fresh, still raw."

"I...I...I...am sorry," he stammered, and I pulled the trigger, a mix of satisfaction and guilt coursing through my veins as the word 'sorry' brought me a twisted sense of peace - it was a balm for my anger, but only if it was directed at me. The sound of the gunshot echoed through the room, a stark reminder of the destruction I had unleashed. I felt a fleeting sense of calm, but it was short-lived, as the reality of my actions set in."

The blood splattered on my face, and I downed a swig of alcohol to numb the pain, the burn of the liquor matching the burn of my rage. I dismissed my guards, and once alone, I opened the drawer and grasped the payal, memories flooding my mind like a tidal wave of sorrow. I thought of my family, of what could have been, of what was lost forever. The weight of my grief crushed me, threatening to consume me whole.