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

Chapter 52

They stayed like that for a few more moments, sitting together in the quiet library, wrapped in each other's warmth. Darshana didn't know what the future held, but right now, she was grateful for Vihaan-for the way he had been there for her when she needed him the most.

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Natasha stood frozen at the cashier counter, her fingers brushing over the envelope that had been left for her. She remembered the guy from the rooftop—the brief exchange they’d shared still fresh in her mind. The encounter had been peculiar, leaving her with more questions than answers. Now, she held the letter he'd left behind. Her heart beat faster as she stared at it, the edges slightly crumpled from her nervous grip. Should she open it?

Her eyes darted between the folded paper in her hand and the busy crowd around her. No one seemed to notice her, the world moving on as usual. Slowly, she slipped a finger under the seal and opened the letter, but before she could read a single word, her phone buzzed in her pocket, startling her. The sudden vibration broke her concentration.

Pulling her phone out, she unlocked the screen and saw a new message from an unknown number. Her brows furrowed as she hesitated. Could it be the same person? Her thumb hovered over the message before she tapped it open.

"Hey sweetheart, finally, both of us can be together."

Natasha's breath caught in her throat. Sweetheart? Her mind raced. She wasn’t used to receiving messages like this, especially not from unknown numbers. Was it a prank? Or something more sinister?

Her grip tightened on both the phone and the letter, as she tried to piece together the situation. She looked back at the letter, now partially opened in her other hand. Who was this guy? How did he get her number? And what did he mean by "finally"? She had only met him once, in the oddest of circumstances. He had been mysterious, yes, but there had been no hint of something like this.

Her eyes flitted around the room, a sudden chill crawling up her spine. She felt like she was being watched, though she couldn’t shake off the crowd around her. Her pulse quickened, the feeling of unease creeping in. Natasha took a deep breath and decided to read the letter, hoping for some clarity. Maybe the contents would provide answers or at least give her a clue about who this guy was.

But before she could open the letter fully, her phone buzzed again. Another message from the same unknown number.

"Don’t worry, sweetheart, you'll understand soon. We’re meant to be."

Her stomach twisted as her fingers trembled slightly. She re-read the message, her confusion deepening into fear.

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Dev stood in front of Yuvaan's door, his heart pounding harder with each passing second. His fist repeatedly connected with the heavy wooden door, the sound of his knuckles growing louder as the urgency rose.

"Boss, please!" Dev's voice cracked as he pleaded, pressing his forehead against the door. His breath came in uneven gasps, a deep sense of dread creeping into his chest. "Yuvaan, open the door. Please!" He knocked again, his hand trembling, but there was only silence from the other side. The stillness was suffocating, gnawing at his nerves.

Dev's throat tightened, and he pressed his ear against the door, hoping for any sign of movement—anything to reassure him that Yuvaan was all right. But all he could hear was his own shaky breathing and the pounding of his heart. His mind raced with worst-case scenarios, each one more terrifying than the last.