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

Chapter 30

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Natasha’s throat tightened. She had married Yuvaan for reasons of her own, but she hadn’t fully understood the depth of the darkness surrounding his family. Now, standing in front of this painting, the weight of it all pressed down on her like a heavy, suffocating blanket.

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Three weeks later......

It had been three long weeks since everything had changed. Three weeks of silence, confusion, and an unspoken distance that Natasha could feel in every corner of the house. Since that day, she had found herself retreating more and more into her room, avoiding everyone, especially Yuvaan. She couldn’t bring herself to face him, not with everything unresolved between them. So, she slipped out only when the house was quiet, when everyone else had left.

She wanted to talk to him. God, how she wanted to talk to him. To clear the air, to understand what was happening between them, and to know where they stood. But every time she thought about approaching him, something held her back. There was never a moment—never a chance when it felt right. And even when there was, Yuvaan kept his distance, as if he was deliberately avoiding any situation where they might be alone. It was as though he had built an invisible wall between them, and no matter how much she wanted to break through it, she couldn’t.

Natasha sat on the edge of her bed, her hands resting in her lap, fidgeting with the white bangles on her wrists. She wore a royal blue Anarkali suit today, its rich fabric adorned with intricate golden embroidery that shimmered softly in the fading afternoon light. The dupatta was draped over her shoulder, adding an air of elegance to her look, while her large golden jhumkas swayed gently with every movement of her head. She had dressed carefully today, more than usual. Maybe it was because she had made a decision.

Today was going to be different. Today, she was going to talk to Yuvaan, no matter what. She was tired of the silence, tired of the tension that weighed so heavily between them. She had made up her mind—she wasn’t going to let another day pass without confronting what was happening.

Her fingers traced the embroidered patterns on her suit as she took a deep breath, trying to calm the nerves bubbling inside her. The soft clink of her bangles was the only sound in the room. She glanced at the mirror across from her, catching her reflection. She looked… composed, but only on the outside. Inside, her heart was racing. What would she even say to him? How would he react? A thousand questions ran through her mind, but she pushed them aside. She couldn’t afford to hesitate anymore.

Natasha stood up, her legs feeling slightly unsteady beneath her as she straightened her dupatta. Her jhumkas swayed as she moved, and the familiar weight of her bangles grounded her as she walked toward the door. She paused for a moment, her hand resting on the door handle. There was still time to back out, still time to avoid the conversation she had been dreading for weeks. But no. She had made her decision.

This was her chance to start fresh. To confront the distance between them and to figure out if there was any hope for their future. Today, she would find out.
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The hall was alive with an unusual energy, as Vihaan, Darshana, Meera, Rudra, Raina, Dev, Ruhanika, Abhimanyu, Shivan, and Shanaya were gathered, discussing a plan that seemed more like a strategic operation than a casual outing. Each person seemed to have their own role to play, and the excitement of it all buzzed around them. Shivan, standing at the center of this impromptu meeting, was the mastermind behind it, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of plotting something that involved getting his loved ones out of the house—and himself some alone time.