𝑲𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒉: 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆

𝟓𝟔.

Warning:- The chapter has adult language and high adult/Sexual content. that is not suitable for certain age group. if you are not comfortable, feel free to skip it. Recommended for 18+. Read on your risk.

RANVIJAY

Viraj-Kashish's stalker. Aka Luca cassano

He has a gentlemanly personality, but usually gentlemen hides the filthiest beasts inside them.

I found something suspicious about him when he visited Kashish in the hospital. I didn't like the way he embraced her, but he was her friend, and I couldn't restrain her from meeting her friends-that would have been rude.

She thought I was jealous. Though I was. But something niggled at me when I saw that snake tattoo on his hand. I couldn't forget that tattoo.

But I couldn't attack him with the only information I had-I needed strong evidence that could give credence to my suspicions. Luckily, two days later, Danish finally broke through the Italian man's security system and revealed a name. Viraj Oberoi.

All the while, my blood raged. That bastard was right in front of me the whole time, but I never suspected him. I did. But not in that way.

How could I have missed it? How could I have allowed this monster to get so close to her? An instant urge to rip off his organs brushed through my mind, but I couldn't because he was out of town, and I'd have to wait to kill him brutally.

Today was that unlucky day for him.

Blood roared in my ears, and rage formed in the pit of my stomach when Kashish texted me about visiting Viraj's house. Is she out of her mind? Why the hell was she going to his house? But it wasn't her fault. Kashish wasn't aware of his real face.

I opened my phone and tracked down her location. She was heading toward Lonavala. I'd had the foresight to plant a secret tracking chip in her phone a few weeks earlier. I knew once the situation calmed down, her stalker, I meant Viraj would try to get her back again.

Every second that ticked by was too long-a moment Kashish could be in danger. The thought of that bastard laying a finger on my Jaan twisted my gut in ways I couldn't even describe.

Rage and anxiety gnawed at my insides. I needed to release the anger choking me, or I would explode. My phone vibrated against the dashboard, pulled me out of my focused rage.

Kainaat. Why the hell is she calling me? "I'm in no mood for company." I blow the horn.

"I'm sorry that you're having personal issues," she replied curtly. I hated how elegantly she taunted me every time. "I've got him. So unfortunately, you'll have to accompany me."

She reached his neck. I was impressed, if not annoyed.

I paused, swallowing back the bile that rose in my throat at the thought of relying on her. Despite how much I hated her, I had no choice but to take her help. Fuck

"Miss Rai Singhania," My voice remained steady despite the fire raging inside me. "Get to his house and make sure Kashish is safe. I don't care what you have to do. I'll be there soon."

The traffic ahead was snarled in a gridlock caused by a terrible accident, just enough to block the entire road. But Kainaat would reach her before I could, so I accepted her help, which was the last thing I ever wanted to do.

But I could do anything to protect my Jaan. Kashish was what mattered to me. I can't afford to lose her. "Spare him," I said. "I'll deal with him personally." I wanted the pleasure of tearing the bastard apart myself.