[SONAKSHI'S POV]
There's so much in my mind, I can't think things straight, everything is so wrong that it feels wrong but i still do. It's all about alexander oh i hate that man with all the solace but–
"He's in the basement" ava said
I turn around to see her and nodded
"I'm coming"
The man we got was the one who was helping Reyansh to get every detail of my work, life, everything and I don't want him to interfere in my life again. I already let him ruin me but I can't now, not when I'm with alexander.
I walked through the hallway down to the basement. I can't even think of someone harming Alexander, no matter how much I hate him. There's always a feeling to protect him with all I can knowing it will lead me in a very bad situation.
"Tell me how much you got to spy on someone huh?" I entered and rolled my sleeve
His eyes filled with horror as he looked at me loading my gun
"Please I was just doing my work" he begged
And I love how people beg for their life.
"You messed with wrong person you know" I stood in front him
His fucking body was tied on the chair, I can see the sweat at his forehead in fear, there's no way I'm gonna let him go and do something. His fucking body was tied on the chair, I can see the sweat on his forehead in fear, there's no way I'm gonna let him go and do something. The basement was dimly lit, with a single flickering bulb casting eerie shadows across the cold, concrete floor. The air was thick with the musty smell of dampness and dust, and the walls were lined with old, rusted tools that seemed to echo the tension in the room. It was a place that seemed to swallow all hope, making the situation feel even more ominous.
He was about to say something but I shot him on the head and he died on the spot. His blood poured on the chair handle and soon joined the floor and some splattered on my shirt and neck.
"Clean this mess" I left and let my guards clean up the dirt. As I walked away, I couldn't shake the feeling of satisfaction mixed with unease. Deep down, I knew my actions were driven by more than just anger at betrayal; it was the fear of losing control over my life and the constant threat Alexander posed. Despite my hatred, there was an inexplicable bond that kept me tethered to him, compelling me to protect my secrets and maintain my dominance at all costs.
I soon joined the shower and cleaned myself out and made my way to my apartment. I wanted to stay away from Alexander but I couldn't help myself.
I reached home and made my way to my new door. It was all fixed and nice. I didn't have any keys for the new door so I had to knock on his door and wait till he opens his door and I'll see him again. All the memories will come like a fucking recap.
"It's 2am for fuck sake kitten" his voice was filled with sleep
"I need the keys" I pointed to the apartment.
"Fine come inside, I'll give" he opens the full door
He's shirtless. Fuck. I'm so fucked up.
Why do I always end up in the worst situation with him and why does God like to see me all embarrassed and fucked up with him?
"Just give me the damn keys and go back to your precious sleep" I entered
I looked here and there but not at him. Not him.
Why do I have such bad thoughts?
DO NOT LOOK AT HIM. PLEASE DO NOT LOOK AT HIM.
"Here's your keys" he put the keys in my hands.
I couldn't deny the magnetic pull I felt towards him, even when my mind screamed to stay away. Every encounter with Alexander was a mix of frustration and an undeniable attraction that left me questioning my own intentions. As much as I tried to convince myself otherwise, there was something about him that I couldn't resist, and it terrified me."Good night" I mumbled
"Good night kittens"
"I told you not to call me that" I pointed
"Then what should I call you?" He laughed
"I have a name" I gripped the keys.
"Good night my love" he closed the door leaving me dumbfolded.
Did he just call me "my love" or am I just dreaming? I'm a total fool.
I opened the door and yet I was in my comfort zone again. It was a little messy but it was okay. Before I could enter fully, my eyes fell on a letter on the floor in front of my door. It was a little hidden from people, that's why I hadn't noticed it earlier.
How would I get a letter from someone? While I am aware that some people still write letters to their family and friends, who will write a letter to me? I don't know anyone who can ever write me a letter.
Slowly opened the packaging, my heart racing thud, thud, thud.
There was a bad feeling while I opened it. Please don't be from the person I'm thinking please.
"I'm not going to read it" I whisper.
Although if I read what's inside, I'll be finished. Having the same handwriting with the same nickname on it. That a very close person used to use.
I finally took a deep breath and curled up in my bed with the letter.
Dear Sona,
I have been thinking of you and your mom for the past eleven years. I heard about your marriage in the news and all over Paris. You got a wealthy man for yourself or should I say your mom got you a wealthy man, like how she got for herself. I know you must be thinking how I'm writing to you after eleven years. I'm out my dear and I'll see you soon. Well congratulations, don't forget to send me a marriage card of yours. Although I'm your father. I'll be beside you walking you down the aisle on your wedding day. Isn't it my dear Sona? I know you missed me as much as I did. I'll see you soon.
Love papa.
The person who wrote me a letter.
Rehan Kapoor.
My dad.
The person for everything I have endured all my childhood and life. The person who ruined and made me at my worst was no other stranger. HE WAS MY FATHER. The person who made me lost my charm. I lost everything I loved once because of him.
Yes, I'm crying.
Nothing new? Right.
hey my love's I hope you all are doing well. it's a very small chapter, I don't have any ideas what to write next that's why. I don't know when I'll post the next chapter but I'll soon my loves. so much love for you all and don't forget to vote. GOOD NIGHT>> Again sorry for short chapter. 🥹❤️
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FanfictionSonakshi comes from a traumatic childhood and has grown up in the world of crime and violence. She has a strong personality and is fiercely independent, but she has also suffered from trauma and abuse. Alexander is a wealthy heir to a multinationa...