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

Chapter 33

“Good morning, my dear little sister. I am coming for you.”

Her eyes widened, the note slipping from her fingers and fluttering to the ground. The weight of those words crashed over her like a tidal wave. Little sister? Who would call her that? What did they mean by coming for her?

Natasha stared down at the note in her hands, her brow furrowing as she read the single word written on it.

“Satan?” she murmured to herself, her voice barely above a whisper.

A surge of unease washed over her. What did it mean? Who had left this for her? Her heart raced, her mind filling with questions she had no answers for. Without thinking, she crumpled the note in her hands, the paper compressing under the pressure of her grip. She stood up abruptly, storming toward the window. With a swift flick of her wrist, she threw the note outside, watching as it tumbled through the air, disappearing from sight.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, but the weight of the unknown gnawed at her. Her eyes, once sharp and determined, now reflected a sense of desperation—she needed answers, and she needed them soon.

Turning away from the window, Natasha walked into the bathroom. It wasn’t until she stepped inside that the realization hit her—this wasn’t her room. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes scanned the space. She was in his room—Yuvaan’s. Her pulse quickened, and for a brief moment, she considered leaving, but something caught her eye. Next to the sink, lined up meticulously, were her skincare products. They were all here—her cleansers, serums, toners—everything she used every morning.

She paused, her confusion deepening. How had all of her things ended up in Yuvaan’s room? She glanced around the bathroom, as if expecting to find more signs of herself scattered throughout the space. It was unsettling, but at the same time, a small, almost imperceptible warmth bloomed in her chest. A subtle sign of... care?

Shaking her head, she pushed the thought aside. There wasn’t time to dwell on it. Natasha hurried out of the bathroom and crossed the room, opening the large cupboard. Her breath hitched once more when she saw it. Inside, neatly arranged, were all of her clothes—dresses, suits, casual wear—everything she owned. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she ran her fingers over the fabric.

She didn’t know why, but seeing her things here, so carefully placed, stirred something inside her. Was it him? Had Yuvaan done this? The thought was absurd. Yuvaan was anything but gentle, anything but considerate—or was he?

With a deep breath, she closed the cupboard and headed back into the bathroom to begin her morning routine.

In the quiet sanctuary of the bathroom, Natasha took a moment to center herself. The faint smell of lavender soap and the coolness of the tiles beneath her feet brought her back to a sense of calm. She began her routine, starting with a gentle cleanser, massaging it into her skin in slow, circular motions. The act of caring for her skin had always been a way to regain control, to compose herself when her emotions ran high.

After rinsing her face with cold water, she patted it dry with a soft towel and reached for her toner, applying it carefully. The cooling sensation helped ease the tension in her shoulders. Next, she layered on a light serum, focusing on the areas under her eyes where the dark circles had started to show. The last few days had been anything but restful.

Finally, she applied her moisturizer, making sure her skin was hydrated and protected. The routine, though mundane, was one of the few things that kept her grounded. She finished by brushing her teeth, her mind beginning to clear, each step in her routine bringing her closer to the version of herself she needed to be—composed, unflinching, strong.