MISHTI'S POV
I glared up at him, my heart hammering in my chest. "The truth?" I scoffed. "You want to tell me the truth now? After keeping me in the dark for so long?"
His eyes softened for a moment, guilt flickering through them, but there was still that underlying intensity-his obsession, his need for control. "I just wanted to keep you away from the darkness, sweetheart," he said softly. "I did everything to protect you."
"Protect me?" I laughed bitterly, shaking my head. "You lied to me, Abir. You kept me in the dark about everything. About who you are... about what you are." I could feel the tears brimming in my eyes, but I forced them down. I wouldn't cry in front of him again. Not now.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, and for a second, I saw the man I had once loved-the one who would have done anything to keep me happy. But that man was buried under layers of deception and darkness now. "I didn't want to hurt you."
"But you did," I said quietly, my voice breaking. "You hurt me more than anyone else ever could. And now... I don't even know who you are."
"I'm still me," he pleaded, his grip loosening slightly, but he didn't let go. "I'm still the same Abir who loves you and wants to build a future with you. This... this life I have, the mafia, the darkness-I didn't choose it. I was forced into it."
"You should have told me the truth, Abir," I whispered. "Instead, you kept lying. You kept dragging me deeper into your world without even giving me a choice. And you murdered someone in front of me!"
He stepped closer again, his eyes filled with pain and desperation. "I'm telling you now. I'm laying it all out for you, Mishti. I can't lose you. I won't lose you."
I could feel the weight of his words and how his obsession drove him to hold on to me even tighter. But I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't be with someone who kept pulling me into their darkness and lies. WHAT IF WHATEVER HE SAYS NOW WILL ALSO BE A LIE!
"No," I said, my voice firm as I pulled my wrist from his grasp. "You already lost me, Abir. The moment you decided to lie and manipulate me... you lost me."
His face twisted in pain, and for a brief moment, I almost felt sorry for him. Almost. But I couldn't ignore what he had done, how far he had gone.
"Mishti, please," he whispered, his voice cracking. "Please don't do this."
"I don't trust you anymore," I replied, stepping back. "And without trust... there's nothing left."
Abir stared at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and something darker-something I couldn't be a part of anymore. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he stayed silent, his hand still reaching for me, but I didn't let him close the distance again.
I turned to walk away, but the moment my back was to him, I heard his voice, darker than before, filled with fury and something far more terrifying.
"You think you can just leave me like this, Mishti?" His words were sharp, cutting through the air like a blade. I froze, my heart hammering in my chest. "You don't know the limits of my love for you."
I slowly turned around to face him, my legs shaking as I met his cold, intense gaze. He stepped closer, his voice dangerously low. "I can take you with me right now if I want to, Mishti. And I'm telling you, no one-not even your brother-will be able to do a damn thing about it."
My blood ran cold. My lips trembled as I tried to speak. "What... what are you saying, Abir?"
He smirked, his eyes burning with possessiveness. "That's right. Mihir? The only reason he's not here is because I had him deported to Chennai as he was coming between us. Do you think I'm some roadside lover, Mishti? You think you can get rid of me that easily?" His voice dripped with malice now. "I'm Abir Rajvansh, the Mafia King. And I get what I want, by hook or by crook. Understood?"
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Stolen The Mafia King's Heart - Mishbir FF
Fanfiction"No... Abirrr..." screams Mishti, tears flowing from her eyes, she is damn horrified after seeing the sight in front of her eyes... Abir sees her and is shocked to see her standing at the door in such a broken state he says softly, "Mishti" and tri...