Mafia's Revenge Or Love? ~ A Saga Of Love And Revenge

Chapter 11

Yuvaan straightened, his mind set. The game had already begun, and there was no turning back.

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The days flew by so quickly that neither of the rivals noticed how fast the weeks had passed. The Pillais were over the moon, as Natasha was finally getting married. The upcoming celebration brought joy to the family, and the house was buzzing with preparations, laughter, and excitement. It was a time of happiness—at least for some.

However, in the shadows of these happy moments, the Singhanias were silently scheming. Their master plan, meticulously crafted, was nearing its final phase. They had been waiting for this moment, and now, as the days approached, they were ready to strike.

Rudra, however, was restless. He wandered through the corridors on the third floor late at night, long after the rest of the household had gone to sleep. The silence of the house contrasted with the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind. His footsteps echoed softly as he moved back and forth, unable to shake the uneasiness inside him.

As he reached the end of the corridor, something down below caught his attention. Peering over the railing, he saw Vihaan on the first floor, gently carrying Darshana in his arms. There was a softness in the way Vihaan held her, a contentment that Rudra had never seen before. A small smile crept across his face.

“They’ve found their happiness,” Rudra muttered, a strange mix of emotions welling up inside him. “It’s just me and Didi left now.”

He sighed deeply, the weight of everything suddenly pressing down on him. Watching Vihaan and Darshana, he felt a strange sense of longing. Despite all the chaos, despite the rivalry and tension between families, he yearned for that kind of peace—a peace that seemed so far out of reach for him and his sister.

He didn’t even notice how long he had been standing there, lost in thought. His mind drifted between the past and the future, the memories of his childhood, and the uncertainties of what lay ahead. He thought of Natasha’s wedding, of the Singhania’s plan, and of his own role in the unfolding events. His heart was conflicted.

Just as he was about to turn away, he felt a cold pair of hands rest suddenly on his shoulders.

Startled, Rudra froze for a moment before slowly turning around. His eyes widened in horror. Before him stood a dark figure, face obscured by a black mask, eyes staring blankly at him.

"Ahhhhh! Ahhh! Ghost!" he screamed, his voice echoing through the hall as panic seized him.

The figure didn’t move, and for a split second, Rudra thought his heart would leap out of his chest. But then, the figure tilted its head slightly, and he realized something. It wasn’t a ghost.

It was Meera.

Her face was half-covered in a black face mask, likely some skincare routine she had been doing. The sight, though, was enough to send shivers down his spine in the dim lighting of the hallway.

"Rudra, stop screaming, you idiot!" Meera said, lifting the mask slightly to reveal her annoyed expression.

Still trembling, Rudra tried to calm down, but the adrenaline had already kicked in. Standing dangerously close to the stairs, his balance wavered. In a frantic move, he grabbed onto Meera’s arm, his eyes tightly shut, trying to steady himself.

But in his panic, he pulled too hard, and Meera, who had been standing off-balance herself, lost her footing. Together, they tumbled over the railing and fell from the third floor down to the second.

The fall seemed to last an eternity. Time slowed as Rudra braced himself for impact, his heart racing, his body twisting mid-air. Meera shrieked as they both went down, her hands instinctively reaching out for something to grab, but finding nothing.