A sequence of Ranvi: his flow of life. [DARK ROMANCE]
I love him, he loves me too, more than his life.
But-
What if my husband is ready to snatch my life?
Love. I thought he loved me but turns out everything was a game to trap me. I was foolish t...
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A A R A N
I looked at the building standing in front of me. It's already been almost twenty-four hours since Ranvi ran away to hide, and I have been doing various work to keep myself busy. Her phone has still been switched off, her location keeps on changing every four hours, which is a good move. But it won't be changing right now as she must be getting ready to go to sleep. The perfect time to step into her room.
Smart woman.
But little did she know about the tracker I put in her ring. Walking towards the entrance of the hotel. I walked straight to the receptionist and asked for Ranvi. She hesitated a bit saying she can't share personal details of their guests which is why I had to contact Zayden because he owns this hotel.
Zayden: What?
Me: Talk to the receptionist and ask her to give me what I want.
Zayden: Bro? You have a fiancée..you are going to cheat on her?
An exhale left my mouth as I cursed in Italian and then said.
Me: Will you do what I am asking you for?
Zayden: Help doesn't come for free, Russo. You owe me one.
Me: Motherfucker.
Zayden: Learnt from the best.
Me: Fine.
At this point, owning him a shit wasn't important, Ranvi was.
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Punching the password, I slowly stepped inside the room. The smell of lavender filled my lungs before the sound of TV reached my ears and my eyes fell on her sleeping figure. Some American show is running on the TV and by the way, she is sleeping on the couch, wearing a bathrobe with one leg on the backrest of the couch and the other hanging from the couch towards the ground. It is cute itself. Her hair is wet, giving an idea that she took a bath.
The remote lies on the ground just beside the glass table, with an empty bowl and a small box. I do assume she had chips and her favorite chocolate chip pastry. It took me a moment to realize but Ranvi can literally have that chocolate thing for twenty-four hours straight.
I tiptoed making sure she didn't hear me and walked towards her, I picked up the remote and turned off the TV. Condescending, she must have had a busy time hiding here and there. I can assume she is exhausted which is why there is a slight change in the plan.
I will let her sleep peacefully but next morning exactly how I promised her I will make her hear the truth and ask the questions regarding the son of the bitch Fabio. Slightly pending towards the table, I placed the remote on the table and looked at her. Her beauty is eternal.
