A Baker And A Billionaire (Completed)

Chapter 42

Night fell, casting a dark shadow over the city. In a dimly lit room, a man paced back and forth, his footsteps echoing off the walls. His back was visible, his face hidden by the shadows.

As he walked, he stared at the ground, his eyes fixed on a series of photos. His expression twisted in anger and frustration.

Suddenly, a message popped in his phone, he got the confirmation that they both are same. The picture on the ground and picture on the phone.

He stopped pacing and threw his phone to the ground. "I should have killed her when she was a child," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "It's my mistake. Now she's intervening in my family and business."

He began pacing again, his movements agitated. "Sivaangi," he muttered to himself. "You're a thorn in my side. But I'll take care of you. Oh, yes. I'll make sure you pay for what you've done."

The man's pacing grew more agitated, his anger boiling over. "You did a big mistake by appearing in front of me again," he hissed, his voice dripping with venom. "I should not have let you live. You should have died years ago."

He stopped pacing and stood still, his chest heaving with rage. "Now you're interfering between me and my son," he growled. "You think you can come between us? You think you can turn him against me."

The man's eyes flashed with fury. "I'll never let that happen," he snarled. "I'll do whatever it takes to keep you away from him. You're a poison, Sivaangi. A poison that needs to be eliminated."

He took a step forward, his fists clenched. "You should have stayed hidden," he spat. "You should have stayed out of my sight. But now that you're here, you'll have to face the consequences."

The man's voice dropped to a menacing whisper. "I'll make sure you regret the day you crossed me again."

The man's eyes gleamed with malice as he continued to pace, plotting his next move. The darkness seemed to closing in around him, fueling his anger and resentment.

The lights in the room suddenly flickered on, illuminating the dark waiting room of the hospital. The man's pacing came to an abrupt halt as he masked his negative emotions, replacing them with a calm, calculated demeanor.

He turned to face the person who had turned on the light, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. As the light fell on his face, his features became visible. Yes, it was Ashwin's father.

Aisha, who stood in the doorway, her eyes wide with concern.

"Dad, mom asked for you and the dinner is ready," she said, her voice soft. "Driver brought us food. Are you coming are not?"

Ashwin's father forced a smile onto his face, trying to hide his dark emotions. "Ah, Aisha," he said, his voice calm. "I'll come with you."

Aisha's eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn't say anything. She turned and walked out of the waiting room, expecting her father to follow.

He took a deep breath, composing himself and hide the photos before following Aisha out of the room. He couldn't let his family see the darkness that lurked within him. Not yet, at least.

Meanwhile, at Sivaangi's home, Ashwin and Sivaangi were lying on her bed, wrapped in a warm embrace. Sivaangi had her head tucked under Ashwin's chin, her eyes closed in contentment. Ashwin gently caressed her hair, being careful not to touch her injuries.

As they lay there, he had never felt this way about anyone before. Sivaangi was different, special. He loved her strength, her courage, and her kindness.

Sivaangi stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She looked up at Ashwin, her gaze soft. "I'm so happy, you know!!" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Ashwin smiled, his heart swelling with love. "Me too, my Love" he whispered back. "I'm so happy that I found you."