Stolen The Mafia King's Heart - Mishbir FF

Chapter 43

MISHTI'S POV

"Any problem, sweetheart?"

I froze. My blood ran cold as his voice slithered into my ears. I turned slowly, and there he was-Abir. Standing so close to me I could feel his breath on my skin. His eyes gleamed with amusement, and a sinister smirk played on his lips.

"Abir..." I whispered, barely able to breathe.

The police officer shot to his feet, his face draining of color. "Sir..." He gulped, clearly terrified. "Mr. Rajvansh... I didn't realize..."

Abir's eyes shifted to the officer, his gaze dark and threatening. "I hope there's no misunderstanding here, officer," he said calmly, though an edge to his voice made the officer shrink back.

The officer stammered, shaking his head. "N-No, sir. No misunderstanding at all."

Tears welled in my eyes as I looked at Abir. The man I once loved, was standing in front of me with bloodshot eyes. This wasn't the Abir I knew. This was someone else entirely.

"What are you doing here, Abir?" I asked, my voice trembling. I tried to sound strong, but my words came out shaky.

He smiled that sick, possessive smile. "Sweetheart, I was missing you," he said, stepping closer, his eyes never leaving mine. "So I came after you."

I glared at him through my tears. "I'm not your sweetheart!" I shouted, pulling back. "Stop calling me that!"

Then I turned towards the inspector, my voice breaking. "Are you going to file a complaint or not? I saw him kill a man."

The inspector shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting between Abir and me confused about what to speak. "Inspector, She's talking about that Anup Roy" Abir spoke his tone firm, making the inspector nod as he said, "Ma'am... I think you're misunderstanding the situation. Sir... Sir killed that man in self-defense. The man he killed was a drug dealer. You can confirm with the commissioner. So no complaint Ma'am! No complaint!"

My heart sank as the inspector's voice shook with fear. I glanced at Abir, who was watching the entire scene with a twisted smirk on his face. He knew they wouldn't help me. He had them all wrapped around his finger.

Feeling utterly defeated, I turned and walked out of the station, my heart heavy with fear and sorrow. I felt Abir's presence behind me, his footsteps matching mine.

"Sweetheart... listen to me," he called out, his voice dripping with tenderness. But I ignored him, running outside the police station. I needed to get away. I had to escape from him.

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ABIR'S POV

I had been standing just behind her, listening as she desperately tried to explain to the officer what she had seen. Her voice cracked with fear and frustration, but the officer, like everyone else in this city, was too terrified to take her seriously. I waited, patiently, controlling the simmering anger that brewed inside me. No one had the right to speak to Mishti like that-my Mishti.

The officer's tone, his dismissive attitude... it made my blood boil. Mishti wasn't just anyone; she was mine. And no one had the right to speak down to her. She deserved the same respect and fear that people had for me.

I let the officer speak, watching from the shadows until I could no longer stand it. He didn't know who he was dealing with. How dare he talk to my sweetheart like that?

With a controlled calm, I stepped forward, my voice low and dripping with authority. "Any problem, sweetheart?"

She froze instantly, her whole body going stiff as my words echoed through the room. Slowly, she turned, her wide, fearful eyes meeting mine. There was something so fragile about her at that moment, like a deer caught in headlights.