Stolen The Mafia King's Heart - Mishbir FF

Chapter 41

MISHTI'S POV

"Mishti, you have to come with me to college today," Ishita's voice pulled me out of the haze I'd been in since last night. She stood in front of me, arms crossed, her expression firm but full of concern. "It's our last semester, and the exams are right around the corner. You can't just sit here and drown in these thoughts about... him."

I knew she was right, but my mind was still tangled in everything that had happened. "Ishita, I don't think I can do it," I muttered, my voice weak.

"You need a break, Mishti," she insisted, her voice softer now, more understanding. "Being around people, focusing on something else-it'll help. You can't let this... this whole mess with Abir consume you."

I sighed, feeling the weight of her words sink in. A break from the constant storm in my head did sound good, even if I wasn't sure I could manage it. "Fine," I said half-heartedly, trying to convince myself it was the right thing to do. "I'll come."

As I got ready, my mind wandered back to last night. I still hadn't told Ishita what happened last night, how Abir had shown up, how he had terrified me, and how he had left me feeling more broken than ever. The pain of his obsession still clung to me like a shadow, and I couldn't shake it off.

But what hurt more were the memories that came flooding back. The good times. The times when Abir wasn't the man I feared now, but the man I had loved.

We were at a café once, laughing like we didn't have a care in the world. He leaned across the table, his eyes warm, teasing me about our future. "So, when are we getting married?" he had joked, and I had blushed, playfully slapping his hand.

"Why are you rushing?" I had laughed. "Do you think you can handle me for life?"

"I can handle you, sweetheart," he'd said with a wink. "And I'll love every second of it."

That memory was followed by another-our second kiss. It had been raining again this time, and we were soaked as we had come on a walk on the beach, standing under a shade, laughing about something silly. Then, out of nowhere, he pulled me close, and before I could say anything, he kissed me. It had been sweet, unexpected, and perfect.

We were happy once, I thought, my chest tightening. Where did it all go wrong? How had the man who made me feel so alive become someone I needed to escape from?

I could still see the way he looked at me last night-possessive, dangerous. The man I loved was gone, replaced by someone darker, someone I barely recognized. And now, I was left with nothing but pain.

I blinked back tears, forcing myself to focus on getting dressed, on leaving the house, on anything but the ache in my heart. I had to keep going, even if I didn't know how.

"Mishti, are you ready?" Ishita called from the other room.

"Yeah," I whispered to myself, knowing this wasn't over. Not by a long shot.

But for now, I had to pretend like it was.

ABIR'S POV

I sat in the meeting room, the weight of the world pressing down on my shoulders. The meeting going on around me was supposed to be crucial-something about a major deal that needed my attention-but I couldn't focus. My mind was elsewhere, consumed by thoughts of her.

My sweetheart, my Mishti!

I didn't wished to attend this meeting but somehow Aarnav convinced me and couldn't deny him, maybe I thought my mind will get clear up doing work but no it was not happening...