𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐀 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 : 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏
Kiara and her husband Sid's honeymoon starts off at an enchanting Italian beach, but Kiara's world turns upside down when she locks eyes with a mesmerizing stranger.
"Who is he? Why do I feel so drawn towards hi...
Love stings like scorpion, blood spots on the edge of it's blade. He fights with fear as she cuts through the heart.
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Was it a smart decision to come here alone? The absence of Ana gnawed at him, intensifying his frustration.
Mikele checked his watch for what seemed like the hundredth time. It was 10 am sharp. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, the tension evident in his every move.
As he turned his gaze toward the main entrance, he felt a familiar presence before he even saw him. That aura—strong and unmistakable.
Then, Hrithik walked in, his face as unreadable as ever. Typical. Mikele knew Hrithik hadn’t listened to a word Deepika had said. He was here to act, not talk.
Mikele raised his hand in greeting, forcing a wide smile. “Hi, brother,” he called out.
But Hrithik didn’t respond. Without a moment’s hesitation, he charged at Mikele, his rage evident in every step.
Mikele barely had time to brace himself before Hrithik’s kick landed square on his chest, sending him flying backward.
He crashed to the ground, the impact knocking the breath out of him.
Coughing, Mikele struggled to his feet, brushing the dust from his suit. “It’s alright... I’m okay,” he said, trying to sound calm even as he fought to catch his breath.
But Hrithik wasn’t done. He swung his hand at Mikele, who instinctively ducked, narrowly avoiding the blow.
“Just wait... Let’s talk first,” Mikele pleaded, but Hrithik was in no mood for conversation.
Another kick sent Mikele crashing into the chairs once more.
“I warned you before. If you step into Italy, you’re dead,” Hrithik snarled, grabbing Mikele by the collar and yanking him to his feet.
With a rough shove, Hrithik pushed Mikele onto the cold beach sand outside.
Mikele scrambled up, trying to maintain his composure.
“Leandro, you’ve got to listen to me first,” he insisted, but Hrithik’s fury was beyond reason.
“There’s nothing to listen to,” Hrithik growled, his voice filled with contempt.
“We can’t fight. We’re brothers,” Mikele argued, his desperation evident.
“We’re not,” Hrithik shot back, his eyes blazing with anger.
“Alright... You want to fight? Let’s do that first,” Mikele said, shrugging off his coat and tossing it aside. “But after that, you’ll have to listen to me.”
“I won’t have to... You won’t be alive,” Hrithik threatened, his words like sharp blades.
Hrithik lunged at Mikele again. Mikele prepared himself, anticipating the impact. Hrithik’s fist came hurtling towards him, and Mikele managed to duck, but Hrithik’s knee drove into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Once again, Mikele found himself sprawled on the sand, gasping for air.
