❝ 𝐌𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚, 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥❞
𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐮 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐝𝐚, a Mafia, often known as a criminal, gets hooked up with a normal, innocent girl.
𝐀𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐋𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚, a normal worker in the office, tired of...
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acche-acche chapters aayenge I swear, pakkaa wala promise. thanks for the patience 💋
AMISHA
The bike screeched to a halt, the sound of screeching tyres barely audible over the roar of the wind whipping past us. Hitting us. The faint hum of 2-3 bikes chasing us was a distant echo now. The world around us blurred, but all I could feel was the heaviness of Abhimanyu’s chest pressed against my back. He had pulled me onto the tank in front of him the moment he saw we were being followed, using his tall, broad frame to shield me completely. From anyone watching, it would have looked like he was riding solo, his figure swallowing me whole.
“I won’t let you get hurt, doll,” he whispered into my ear, his voice rough but soft, assuring me with his presence. His breath was warm against my cheek, sending shivers down my spine.
He twisted the handle, and the bike lunged forward at more speed. My heart pounded, the sensation of his strong arms caging me giving me some comfort. But as the speed increased, so did the terror that gripped me. My heart, shaking with fear.
“Abhimanyu,” I gasped, my words barely audible over the engine’s growl. “Do you want to die?”
He chuckled low in my ear, the sound vibrating through me like a teasing echo. Then, without warning, he wrapped me in a soft, secure hug, his lips grazing my cheek in a fleeting kiss. “Hume manzoor hai, doll,” he murmured, a dangerous edge to his tone. (I accept it , doll.)
That’s when it happened. The bike jolted, the tyres skidding sideways, and I felt the world tilt beneath us. Abhimanyu fought for control, his hands gripping the handlebars tight as the wheels screeched against the asphalt. Time slowed as we spun, the ground blurring with the sky, my body held firm in his arms as if that alone could stop the chaos around us.
And then—
I jerked awake with a sharp gasp, my skin damp with cold sweat. I sat up quickly, my hands gripping the sheets as my breathing came in quick, shallow bursts. I wiped my forehead and stared out of the window, the early morning light creeping through the curtains. It was just a dream, a nightmare that had pulled me back into that night.
I groaned, rolling my eyes as I flopped back against the pillows. “Ughhh,” I muttered to myself. “It was just a one-night stand, Amisha. Forget it.”
His words played in my mind like a broken record. “Think of it as a fling and don’t try to contact me.” The tone had been cold, dismissive, cutting. It stung, but those words were the only thing keeping me from diving headfirst into a mess I didn’t want to be in.
