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

Chapter 38

the door creaking slightly as he opened it, the air felt thick with violence. The room was once again silent, save for the slow dripping of blood hitting the floor, a haunting reminder of the brutality that had just unfolded.

Outside, the first light of dawn was breaking, casting a pale glow over the city. But inside that dark room, no light would ever reach. Not for those trapped in the violent, twisted web of the Singhania mafia.

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Natasha stood in the empty, silent palace, her footsteps echoing faintly through the grand corridors. The usual hustle and bustle of servants and the watchful presence of Yuvaan's team were absent, leaving her entirely alone for the first time in what felt like forever. She knew everyone had gone out to handle their own tasks, giving her the perfect opportunity to search the palace undisturbed. It was a rare chance, and she wasn’t about to waste it.

Her heart was heavy, weighed down by the conflict that had been brewing inside her for weeks. As much as she loved Yuvaan — something she had finally admitted to herself — the doubt still lingered, gnawing at her from within. She couldn’t shake the feeling that he was hiding something. Even after all they'd been through, the shadow of mistrust hovered between them, and she needed to know the truth. If there was even a sliver of evidence that connected Yuvaan to her parents' disappearance, she had to find it.

With purpose, Natasha made her way to Yuvaan’s study — the room that always seemed to hold an air of secrecy, with its tall mahogany bookshelves and heavy oak desk. She remembered every detail, having been there before, but this time she was determined to dig deeper. The silence in the room was almost suffocating, amplifying the sound of her own breathing as she carefully searched.

She began with the desk, pulling open drawers one by one. Papers were neatly stacked — all business-related. Contracts, financial documents, and ledgers filled with rows of numbers stared back at her, but nothing incriminating. Her fingers moved through the papers quickly, her heart beating faster with every second that passed. Yet, she found nothing, not even a trace of what she feared.

Moving to the bookshelves, Natasha ran her hand along the spines of the books, searching for anything out of place. She pushed a few aside, checking for hidden compartments or safes. But again, there was nothing. The room seemed perfectly ordinary, as if Yuvaan had nothing to hide. But was that really the case? Or had he just covered his tracks too well?

Natasha paused, standing in the middle of the room, her eyes sweeping over the immaculate space. Her pulse slowed as a wave of guilt washed over her. What was she doing? She had been questioning Yuvaan from the start, doubting his every move. Yet, here she was, standing in his personal sanctuary, invading his privacy without a shred of evidence to back up her suspicions.

A heavy sigh escaped her lips, and her heart ached. Yuvaan had locked her away, yes, and he had been ruthless in so many ways, but he had also shown her a side of him that no one else had seen. He had kissed her with a tenderness she hadn’t expected, and despite his hatred for her, there had been moments where his care slipped through, revealing the man behind the cold mask.

As the guilt sank deeper, Natasha questioned herself. Was she so consumed by her mission to find her parents that she was willing to jeopardize the fragile relationship she had with Yuvaan? Had she been too quick to judge him? There was no evidence to suggest he was involved in their disappearance, at least not in this room. Maybe, just maybe, she had been wrong all along.

For the first time, Natasha felt doubt about her doubt. A part of her wanted to let go of the suspicion, to trust him completely. But another part, the one driven by pain and loss, couldn’t afford to let her guard down just yet.