Fate Of Twins

21 : Avyan's Gentle Side ?

Back to India:

Author POV:

As Avyan, flanked by Vikram and two other bodyguards, stepped into the cafe, the atmosphere seemed to shift. They moved deliberately, scanning the surroundings with practiced ease. Avyan's sharp eyes took in every detail-the soft, muted colors of the walls, the carefully arranged furniture, and the overall aesthetic vibe that the cafe exuded.

The place was undeniably charming in its simplicity, offering a serene and aesthetically pleasing environment. The walls were painted in gentle hues that created a soothing ambiance, and the arrangements were meticulously done, from the placement of the tables to the choice of decor. Each element contributed to a harmonious and inviting space.

Despite the cafe's elegance, a peculiar detail stood out the music. It played softly in the background, even though the cafe was completely empty. The incongruity between the empty room and the music's presence caught Avyan's attention.

Vikram's comment about being they are only customers here echoed in the quiet space, bringing to light the oddity of the situation. The music, usually a sign of liveliness and warmth, now seemed almost in the deserted setting. Avyan's gaze lingered over the cafe's features, analyzing not just the decor but the subtle undertones of the place.

The contrast between the tranquil environment and the unexpected presence of bodyguards created a tense undercurrent, adding layers to the seemingly simple visit.

Shanaya's POV :

As I carefully carried the sandwich and coffee to my table, the sudden sound of footsteps outside caught my attention. Peeking through the window, I saw a luxurious car parked right in front of the cafe, with two bodyguards standing watch nearby. My curiosity piqued-who could be so important to warrant such an entourage?

The presence of the bodyguards and their serious demeanor suggested that the visitor was someone of high profile or significant power. I watched, hidden behind a wall, as two more bodyguards emerged, visibly armed. The sight of their guns sent a chill down my spine.

Panic set in. Was this a gang or some sort of criminal activity?

My heart raced with fear, and I began biting my nails, desperately trying to think of a plan. In my panic, an idea struck me-I needed to protect myself and my cafe.

Are these people goons or something?

Or are they thieves!!

Oh Shanaya, think of something! Do something!!!

I rushed to the kitchen, grabbed a pan and a knife, and tiptoed back toward the front. I was shaking, but I told myself this was the only way to defend against whatever threat might be lurking. With the pan and knife in hand, I approached the group, determined but terrified.

Wow Shanaya, what idea did you come up with?

Seriously, girl ,he is a mafia. I mean, you don't know about it, but still.

The man who is six feet three inch tall looking around they all was only a few steps away from me. I raised the pan, my hands trembling, ready to strike if necessary. But just as I was about to swing, the man turned around.

My breath caught in my throat. The face staring back at me -it was The Avyan Singh Rathore, who is my brother's best friend Shock and disbelief overwhelmed me. I hadn't realized it until now, but I was about to attack someone .

Avyan's swift reaction caught me completely off guard. He grabbed my wrist with a strength that made the pan fall from my hand, clattering to the floor. I stood frozen, eyes wide in astonishment, as my breath came in short, ragged bursts. The fear and adrenaline were still coursing through me, but now they were mingled with a profound shock and an unexpected sense of vulnerability.