What would happen when two individuals, one innocent and the other dark, encounter each other after eight long years ? Time has transformed them both into darker, more complex beings.
Shivaay Singh Rathor, the most feared mafia king in Rajasthan, ex...
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As I throw Gauri out of my room and slam the door shut, my hand lingers on the doorknob. My breathing is heavy, and my mind is a chaotic mess. Her presence still lingers in the room, the faint scent of her hanging in the air. I should be furious—I am furious—but beneath that anger, there's something else. She's trouble. I've known that since the moment I laid eyes on her, yet I can't quite figure out what it is.
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I walk to the balcony, staring out into the evening sky. The city lights are beginning to twinkle below, oblivious to the storm raging inside me. I tell myself I need to stick to the plan, but the thought of Gauri—her defiance, her fear, the way she looked at me just now—keeps pulling me back. I turn away from the window, clenching my fists. She's testing my limits, pushing buttons I didn't even know I had. I can't let this continue. I need to maintain control.
But the more I think about it, the more I realize that control is slipping through my hands. When I hold her close to me , something stirs deep within me—a memory I've kept buried for years. Gauri's eyes, the way she looked at me just now, it's hauntingly familiar. It takes me back to a time I've tried so hard to forget, to someone I've kept locked away in the darkest corners of my heart.
My angel
She was the only person who ever saw past the walls I built, the only one who could touch the real me. Her light, her kindness, her innocence—they were everything I didn't deserve. And when I lost her, a part of me died too. But now, looking at Gauri, I see flashes of that same light, that same stubborn kindness. It's terrifying because I can't let myself feel for Gauri the way I felt for my angel. But the more I try to push her away, the more she gets under my skin.
"Why do you remind me of her?" I murmur.
I hate it. I hate that Gauri reminds me of the one person I could never protect, the one I failed. And the more I see those echoes of my angel in her, the more I want to push her away, to keep her at a distance. I hate myself for even feeling something for Gauri because it feels like a betrayal—a betrayal to my angel. She was my world, and when she died, I swore I'd never let anyone get that close again, never allow myself to feel that kind of love. My heart always belongs to her, even in death.
