IT WAS MEANT TO BE HIM

32- Deceit💎

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Erica sat upright in her bed, her back resting against the headboard for support.

"Ma'am... there's a call for you from the hospital."

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"What have you done with her, you bastard?!" Anay stormed into Kabir's cabin.

Kabir was working on his laptop; he lifted his gaze toward him, expression unreadable.

"She's not talking to anyone... she looks lost all the time... her smile's gone-and today she even fainted! Tell me, what have you done with her?!" Anay shouted.

"Trust me, Anay... you don't wanna know the reason," Kabir said with a mocking chuckle.

"Look, Kabir... neither does she love you, nor does she belong to you. So don't pretend there's something between you two," Anay said angrily.

Kabir rose from his chair with the ease of a man who owned the room, walking toward him with a slow, deliberate stride. Leaning close, his voice dropped to a dark whisper near Anay's ear.

"But she moans my name pretty loudly at night," he hissed, a devilish smirk twisting his lips.

Anay's face fell at his words. He didn't want to believe what Kabir was implying-he couldn't. Deep down, he still held on to the faith that Erica had a place for him in her heart... that she was just angry, not gone.

"Why are you doing this, Kabir? You're playing with her. You don't love her... a person like you can't love," he said, voice breaking under the weight of heartbreak and disbelief.

Tick... tick... tick... Kabir chuckled darkly, the sound echoing like sin.

"You're right-I don't love her," he said, his tone dripping with wicked amusement. "In fact, I don't love anyone. But that has nothing to do with me having her in my bed, under me, at my mercy. And you know the best part?" He leaned in closer, eyes gleaming with cruel delight. "You, my dear baby brother, can't do a damn thing about it."

"What do you think, I left you because of your mother's pleading that day, huh?" he said, circling Anay like a predator sizing up his prey.

"No,"-he shook his head slowly, a cold smile curving his lips-"I left you because you didn't flinch. Not even when the gun was pointed at your forehead."

He stopped behind him, voice dropping lower, laced with venom.

"The dare I saw in your eyes that day... I hated it to the core. Because that's when I understood-she wasn't just a casual affair to you. And in that very moment, I decided..." he leaned forward, his words like poison against Anay's ear, "I'll break that dare of yours. I'll claim her-no matter what."

"And see-I claimed her," Kabir said, spreading his arms wide, an arrogant smile curving his lips.

He dropped onto the nearby sofa, stretching his legs across the table with careless ease. "It was actually very easy to get her," he said lazily. "You know, I'm surprised. A guy like you-who usually gets into relationships just to get into a girl's pants-dated her for six whole months and couldn't do a thing." He clicked his tongue mockingly. "Tsk... tsk... and here I got her in just"-he snapped his fingers-"like that."

Kabir stood up then, his smirk sharpening as he closed the distance between them until they were face-to-face.

"You challenged me that day, right?" His tone turned darkly playful. "Hmm... what were your words again?" He tilted his head with a mocking squint. "Yes! 'Game on, Kabir.'"