Stolen The Mafia King's Heart - Mishbir FF

Chapter 37

MISHTI'S POV

My heart was still fluttering from the date we had just shared. Abir and I had spent a perfect evening together; the gentle candlelight, his intense eyes meeting mine, and the moment he slipped the promise ring onto my finger—those were moments I'd treasure forever. I never felt more cherished than I did tonight. But something shifted when he got that phone call.

Abir looked different—his expression hardened in a way I'd never seen before. "Just a little work at the factory," he said casually, telling me to stay put in the car. I watched him walk away, his posture rigid and tense. As I waited, I looked through the pictures we had taken earlier, my heart smiling with every swipe. But then his phone rang again. Kunal. And again. And again. The urgency in my mind grew with each ring, and I decided I'd give him the phone myself—maybe it was important.

I opened the door and started walking in the direction he'd gone. My footsteps felt heavier with each step, a gnawing unease growing inside me. And then I saw it—the dimly lit building with a half-open door. I heard muffled voices, one of them distinctly Abir's. I couldn't help but move closer.

But as I approached the door, I heard muffled voices, a sickening thud, and then... laughter. It wasn't the kind of laughter that brought warmth. It was cold, cruel, and bone-chilling. My heart pounded in my chest as I pushed the door slightly open.

The sight that met my eyes was something out of a nightmare. Blood. There was so much blood. And Abir... my Abir... standing there, bathed in it, his hands stained red. He looked like a monster, not the man I loved. I couldn't move. My legs felt like lead, "No... Abir..." the scream that tore from my throat was out of my control.

I saw him turn, his eyes widening in shock as he spotted me. My stomach lurched at the sight; my hands trembled violently as I clasped them over my mouth to stifle a scream. But a cry escaped me nonetheless. The sound of horror. The sound of my heart breaking. 

"Mishti..." His voice was softer now, but it only made things worse. How could this man, this murderer, be the same person who held me so tenderly just moments ago?

When he tried to touch me, I recoiled, every fiber of my being rejecting him. "Don't touch me!" I spat out, my voice trembling. How could I let him near me after what I'd just witnessed? The man I loved was a murderer, a devil in disguise.

"Why did you come out, Mishti?" he asked sternly, his tone almost scolding. I ignored him whatever he spoke didn't matter to me anymore. His phone in my hand instantly dropped on the floor.

My chest heaving with anger, fear, and betrayal. I spoke, "What is this Abir? You... are... a... Murderer, Abir. A murderer!" and tears flowed from my eyes, it's just like something just pierced my heart...

"Sweetheart I can explain to you.. just listen to me once.." His voice was pleading, desperate, but I couldn't hear him. All I saw was the blood, all I heard was the man's dying pleas.

I stare at him in disgust and say, "I don't want to listen to anything!! I am leaving... I hate you Abir!!" The moment the words left my mouth, I saw a flash of anger in his eyes. But I didn't care. I needed to get away from him, from the blood, from this nightmare.

My feet stumble as I turn to run. I have to get away, away from the blood, the darkness, the evil I see in him.

But he grabs my arm, and for a moment, I'm too paralyzed to move. His grip is iron, his eyes wild."Sweetheart.. You can't leave me after stealing my heart.."  he says, his voice laced with desperation and fury.