𝐀 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐨 [𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧]

10 - HER BROKE DOWN

ZAID POV :

Two months ago, I discovered that Zoya was alive and living a normal life in Turkey.

Steve found out about her at a painting gallery, but she didn't recognize him.

I told Steve to investigate further, and what he found out made my blood boil. Those Shaik's were playing games with my Little Phoenix, ignoring her like she wasn't their daughter.

The day I kidnapped Zoya, I wanted to kill that girl at her mansion, make her scream, beg for her life.

She had made hell for my love, and I would never forgive the Shaik's, especially Rahman Shaik. He had the guts to play games for the last two decades, ruling over everyone - the Khan's, Rathores, Rajput, even the underworld mafia.

Everyone was scared of him, but not me. I'm the Shadow, the darkest mafia leader who rules half the world with my fingertips.

Even my little wife had found out about my identity when Rudra told her everything about my life, including my parents.

I'm sure she wants to kill me now. I tried to find out about Rudra, but that bastard is in hiding.

My Little Phoenix is a force to be reckoned with; she can torture people with her gaze, and I thought she did it for fun, but she's actually caught many people involved in human trafficking, drugs, and other illegal activities. I'm proud of my wife.

As I expected, she's now craving power and money, which comes with it. I know she's burning to kill me.

She went on a date with Zeeshan - fuck him, I want to kill that bastard with my bare hands, but he's not involved purposely.

He thought she was his fiancée, which is why I left him alone. When she grabbed his biceps, I knew how much I had to control myself.

I parked my car in front of our mansion - yeah, my little wife had built this mansion with her money, but I bought it back from her at double the price.

Fuck, she paid 1 billion dollars for this fucking mansion, but whatever, this mansion is our home. She always says that when we come to India, we should live here.

The guards bowed slightly as I entered the main hall. Maryam was heading to the kitchen when her gaze fell on me; she walked towards me and asked,

'Sir, aap yaha kaise?' (Sir, how are you here?)

I scratched my neck and replied, 'Bas aapne biwi ko dekhne aa yahi' (I came here to see my wife).

She smiled, nodded, and left. I had hired Maryam to work in this house when I found out Meera was searching for maids.

Maryam was working in my parents' mansion in California.

I walked towards the upstairs area; it was already midnight. I stood in front of the wooden door, grabbed the knob, and opened it.

I entered the room, which was dimly lit, and the AC temperature was high, as I expected.

I couldn't understand why my wife couldn't stand the heat for even 5 minutes; she always wanted the temperature to be cool.

I walked towards her bed, where she was sleeping peacefully, but not really - she was drenched in sweat, another nightmare haunting her

Her face was covered in sweat. I took the quilt off her body; her shirt was drenched in sweat.

I sat beside her and opened the buttons of her shirt, knowing she always wore a white blouse underneath. I had never seen her naked body, not even once.