ᴍɪʜɪᴛʜᴀ-𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓸𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷

chapter 38

                 AUTHOR’S POV

The office was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the polished marble floors. Rudransh sat behind his desk, fingers steepled together, staring at the stack of files in front of him. His empire ran like a well-oiled machine; everything he had worked for was within his control. Deals were made with swift precision, enemies eliminated without hesitation. There was no room for softness in his world, no space for doubt or weakness.

And yet, in the quiet corners of his mind, one name always lingered: Mihitha.

“Boss,” Vinoy's voice broke through Rudransh's thoughts as he stepped into the room, his face unreadable. “We’ve secured the shipments for the next quarter. Everything’s in place.”

Rudransh gave a curt nod, his expression hard as stone. “Good. Keep me updated on the routes. I don’t want any interruptions this time.”

Vinoy hesitated for a moment before speaking again, his tone respectful. “Is there anything else, boss?”

Rudransh shook his head. “No. That will be all.”

As Vinoy left, Rudransh leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes for a brief moment. He had built this life on power and fear, ensuring that no one would ever have the strength to hurt him. But Mihitha had done just that she had seen him for what he truly was, stripped of all the ruthless layers he wore so proudly. And somehow, despite the pain he had caused her, she hadn’t left.

He stood up, pacing the length of his office, his mind torn between two worlds the man who ruled this city with an iron fist and the man who, for the first time, wanted something more than control. He wanted Mihitha to look at him and see more than just a monster.

But he was still a mafia leader. He couldn’t escape that.

As the hours passed, Rudransh couldn’t shake the thought of her. Her quiet strength, the way she held her head high despite everything, and the growing life inside her his child. He hadn’t known that he could feel anything other than cold determination, but every time he saw her, something cracked inside him.

The baby… Neel or Nila, he thought with a small smile, the names they had chosen echoing in his mind. It was strange to think that someone like him a man who had never let love soften him was preparing for fatherhood.

His phone buzzed on the table, pulling him back to the present. He picked it up, and Vinoy's voice came through the line. “Boss, there’s been movement near the docks. Our men spotted some unfamiliar faces.”

Rudransh's expression hardened instantly. “I’ll handle it. Increase security in the area and make sure no one gets close to our shipments.”

Without another word, he ended the call, slipping back into the cold, calculated mindset that had always defined him. But even as he prepared to deal with potential threats to his empire, the thought of Mihitha crept back in. He had made promises to her promises that weren’t easy to keep in his world. But if there was one thing Rudransh never did, it was break his word.

He headed down to the docks, where his men were already waiting. The night air was thick with tension as they stood in the shadows, watching the unfamiliar cars that had appeared near their territory. Rudransh's presence alone was enough to send a chill through the air, his reputation as a ruthless leader well-known.

“Boss,” Vinoy said, stepping forward to update him. “They’re just scouting for now. I don’t think they’ll make a move tonight, but we should be ready.”

Rudransh nodded, his eyes narrowed as he surveyed the scene. “Let them know whose city this is. If they come any closer, they’ll regret it.”

His men dispersed, their movements swift and silent as they prepared to secure the area. Rudransh stayed behind, his gaze lingering on the horizon. Even with the weight of his empire on his shoulders, his thoughts drifted back to Mihitha.

He couldn’t afford to be distracted in this line of work, but tonight, something felt different. The ruthless part of him wanted to focus solely on the threat in front of him, to crush his enemies without mercy. But another part, the part that was slowly growing each time he looked at Mihitha, wanted to protect her, to build a future where she and their child could be safe.

By the time he returned home, the house was quiet. Mihitha was asleep, her body curled on her side, her hand resting protectively over her belly. Rudransh stood in the doorway for a moment, watching her breathe, feeling the conflict within him deepen. She looked so peaceful, so vulnerable and it stirred something inside him that he couldn’t explain.

Quietly, he moved to the bed, sitting on the edge as he reached out to gently place his hand over hers. The baby kicked, and a soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. It was in these moments that Rudransh felt the pull between the two sides of his life the mafia leader and the man who was learning to love.

“I’m not good enough for you,” he whispered into the quiet room, his voice low and raw. “But I’m trying, Mihitha. I’ll keep trying. For you. For our baby.”

His fingers gently stroked her hand, and for the first time in years, Rudransh felt the weight of vulnerability. He was a man who could end lives without blinking, yet here he was, feeling more powerless than ever in the face of his growing love for Mihitha.

The next morning, Mihitha stirred as sunlight filtered through the curtains. She blinked up at him, surprised to see him still there, sitting quietly by her side.

“You’re home,” she murmured, her voice soft with sleep.

Rudransh nodded, his eyes tracing the lines of her face. “I couldn’t sleep,” he admitted, his voice unusually gentle.

She didn’t say anything at first, just watched him, as if trying to read the unspoken words behind his eyes. There was a time when she might have feared him feared the darkness he carried with him. But now, there was something else between them, something that went beyond the cold, dangerous man he appeared to be.

“I’m not going anywhere, Rudransh,” she whispered, her hand moving to cover his. “I know you’re trying. And I’m still here.”

Her words pierced through the armor he had spent years building. He wasn’t sure how she could still be by his side after everything he had done, but he was grateful more than he could ever express.

Rudransh looked down at her, his heart heavy with emotions he didn’t know how to name. “I won’t let anything happen to you,” he promised, his voice fierce. “Not you, not our baby. No matter what.”

It was the only vow he could make with absolute certainty. In his world of chaos and violence, where enemies lurked in every shadow, Mihitha was the one thing he would protect with everything he had.

Later that day, as Rudransh sat in his office, the phone rang again. This time, it wasn’t business it was something far more important. The doctor had called with an update on Mihitha’s pregnancy.

His heart clenched in his chest as he listened to the doctor’s words. It was strange, how the life he had built the one full of danger and control now seemed secondary to the tiny heartbeat that pulsed in the background of every decision he made.

As the call ended, Rudransh leaned back in his chair, his thoughts racing. He was still the ruthless mafia boss, the man who wouldn’t hesitate to eliminate a threat. But for Mihitha, for their child, he was willing to be something more.

And he knew, deep down, that he would never let anything come between them.

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