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

Chapter 45

Without another word, the group dispersed, each heading toward their assigned destination. As they left, Yuvaan stood alone in the empty room, the silence pressing in on him again. His thoughts returned to Natasha—her face, her eyes, her pain.

I’m coming for you, Firefly, he vowed silently. And this time, I won’t let you go.

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Natasha sat in the corner of the dimly lit room, the cold air brushing against her skin as she struggled to gather her thoughts. The weight of her situation suffocated her, and she felt a deep unease settle in her stomach. Her eyes darted towards the door as it creaked open, making her body jolt with panic. She stood up slowly, her heart racing as two figures stepped inside.

The first man was unfamiliar to her—a tall, broad man with a sinister glint in his eyes. Behind him stood Yash, his expression cold and indifferent. Natasha’s brows furrowed in confusion, her lips parting to question what was happening, but before she could speak, Yash’s chilling voice cut through the silence.

"Anand Bhai, she is all yours," Yash said, his voice devoid of emotion. "Use her as much as you want, but remember—she should never die."

Natasha’s world froze. Her body stiffened, her heart thudding wildly in her chest. The meaning of his words settled into her like a heavy stone. She stared at Yash in disbelief, searching his face for any hint of remorse, but he offered none. He merely glanced at her one last time before turning and leaving the room.

The door clicked shut behind him, leaving her alone with Anand.

Natasha instinctively took several steps back, her eyes wide with terror. She could feel her knees threatening to give way beneath her as fear overtook her. Anand's gaze roamed over her body, his eyes gleaming with unrestrained lust.

"Pretty," he whispered, his voice thick with desire, as his eyes roamed over her trembling form.

Before she could react, he lunged forward and grabbed her with brutal force. She barely had time to gasp as he threw her onto the bed. Her body hit the mattress with a painful thud, and she let out a sharp hiss of pain, clutching her side where the impact had been harshest.

Anand didn’t care. He stood above her, towering, his breath ragged with excitement as he began removing his shirt. Natasha’s breath came in quick, shallow gasps as panic seized her. She scrambled to the other side of the bed, her hands frantically gripping the sheets as she tried to get away from him.

"Le-leave me! I swear it won’t be good for you if you touch me!" she stammered, her voice trembling with fear.

Anand chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh? And why is that? Will your husband come to kill me?" He leaned closer, his face hovering above hers. "He will never find you, my darling," he whispered menacingly. "Now be a good girl and lie down like daddy’s little plaything."

He reached for her again, this time with even more force, grabbing her by the ankle before she could escape. He dragged her back towards him effortlessly, and Natasha let out a cry, her body writhing in desperation as she tried to free herself from his grip. But his strength was overpowering.

Anand loomed over her, his breath hot against her skin as he pressed his weight on top of her. His lips found her neck, sucking and biting at her skin with rough, forceful kisses. Natasha’s cries filled the room as she struggled beneath him, tears streaming down her face.

"Please," she sobbed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Stop… someone help me!"

Her screams echoed into the emptiness, but no one came. The door remained closed, the room as silent as ever, her pleas for mercy unanswered. Anand’s hands roamed her body without hesitation, his fingers digging into her flesh as if she were nothing more than an object to him.