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

Chapter 15

But he couldn’t dwell on it. Tomorrow, the game would continue. And this time, he would make sure Natasha—and her family—paid for every bit of suffering they had caused.

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Next day..

Darshana glanced around the room, her eyes scanning for any sign of Vihaan, but he was nowhere to be found. The gentle sound of running water reached her ears, coming from the bathroom. Realizing that Vihaan must be taking a shower, she quietly went about arranging his neatly pressed lawyer suit on the bed, smoothing out the fabric with practiced precision. She always made sure his things were in perfect order.

Time passed, and Darshana found herself lost in thought as she adjusted the collar of his shirt. However, her focus was broken by the sudden sound of the bathroom door creaking open.

Her head instinctively turned toward the noise, and what she saw made her breath hitch in her throat. Vihaan stepped out of the bathroom, steam billowing around him like a halo, his athletic frame wrapped in nothing but a towel slung dangerously low on his hips. Water droplets glistened on his skin, trailing down his muscular torso.

Darshana’s cheeks flushed a deep pink. Embarrassed, she quickly covered her face with her hands, speaking through her fingers, "Mr. Singhania, how many times do I have to tell you? Don’t come out of the bathroom like that—only in a towel!"

Vihaan chuckled softly, his deep voice dripping with amusement. "I thought you only said it once," he teased, taking slow, deliberate steps toward her.

His mischievous tone made Darshana’s heart race, and she squeezed her eyes shut even tighter, pressing her palms more firmly against her face, as if trying to block out the sight of him—or maybe the overwhelming feelings he stirred in her.

She braced herself, half-expecting him to continue his teasing, to get closer, maybe even whisper something that would make her blush even more. But after a few seconds of nothing, curiosity got the better of her. Slowly, she lowered her hands and cautiously opened one eye, then the other.

Vihaan was already moving away, his towel still firmly in place, much to her relief—and slight disappointment. He had grabbed his lawyer coat and was now heading toward the dressing room, a playful smirk on his lips as he disappeared inside.

Darshana exhaled a long breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. Her heartbeat was still erratic, and she shook her head, mentally scolding herself for her silly reaction. Why does he always have this effect on me? she thought, biting her lip as she tried to focus on anything other than the image of Vihaan’s toned body, which seemed etched into her mind.

As she adjusted the cufflinks on his shirt, she couldn’t help but steal a glance toward the dressing room door. She knew he was probably smirking to himself, fully aware of the effect he had on her. Vihaan always enjoyed teasing her—he loved watching her get flustered.

A few minutes later, Vihaan emerged from the dressing room, now fully dressed in his sleek, black suit. The transformation was striking—he looked every bit the powerful lawyer that he was, exuding confidence and charm. Yet, his teasing grin still lingered.

He walked over to her, straightening his tie as he approached. “Satisfied, Miss Darshana?” he asked playfully, his voice laced with a teasing tone.

Darshana huffed, still trying to compose herself. “Barely,” she muttered under her breath, though her cheeks were still pink from earlier.

Vihaan chuckled softly and leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, “You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”

Her eyes widened at his words, and she quickly stepped back, her face burning even more. “I-I’m not embarrassed!” she stammered, trying to sound convincing, but failing miserably.