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

Chapter 55

Yuvaan clenched his fists as Ananya's innocent words echoed in his head. His heart pounded with frustration, confusion, and rage. Without a second thought, he stormed out of the village, his face hardened with fury. His steps were brisk, determined. When he reached his car, he found Ravenous waiting obediently beside it, calmly finishing his meal. Yuvaan glanced at the panther, his mind too consumed with turmoil to even acknowledge the animal. Without a word or second glance, he jumped into the car, starting the engine with a roar, and sped off, the tires screeching against the dirt road.

The drive was fast-reckless. The speedometer pushed limits, but Yuvaan didn't care. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles white, as his thoughts whirled chaotically. Ananya. The child he assumed was Natasha's. And Reyaansh-the man he believed was her husband.

He couldn't bear it.

After what felt like hours, he screeched to a stop outside a dimly lit bar in the middle of nowhere. The neon sign flickered faintly, casting eerie shadows on the cracked pavement. Yuvaan stepped out of the car, slamming the door behind him. His every step toward the entrance was heavy, loaded with his unresolved emotions.

Inside, the bar was quiet, a few scattered patrons nursing their drinks. Yuvaan strode to the counter, his jaw set, and barked at the bartender, "Beer. Now." His voice was low and dangerous.

The bartender hesitated for a moment, sensing something off about the man, but then hurried to get the drink. Within minutes, Yuvaan had downed three bottles, each one in quick succession. The bartender, now alarmed, spoke cautiously, "Sir, I think that's enough. You should stop. It's not good for your health."

Yuvaan's eyes, bloodshot from alcohol and exhaustion, flickered with a dangerous intensity. "Shut up and bring me another," he growled, his voice slurring but still commanding. The bartender swallowed nervously but complied.

More bottles followed, as Yuvaan's world started to blur around him. But the haze of alcohol did nothing to dull the pain searing through his chest. In a drunken stupor, he pulled out his phone, his fingers fumbling to dial his driver. His words were nearly incomprehensible when the call connected, but the message was clear enough.

"Come... now. The village... take me back..." His voice trailed off, barely audible.

It wasn't long before the driver arrived, looking slightly startled at his boss's state. Yuvaan staggered into the car, his body heavy with intoxication, and slurred out his instructions. "I... don't know the name... the village... take me back... I need to go... now."

The driver, unsure of the exact location, quickly pulled out his phone and called Shivan for directions. Once he had the route, they sped off into the night, the car cutting through the darkness, the only sound being the hum of the engine and Yuvaan's uneven breathing from the back seat. Ravenous sat silently beside the driver, his golden eyes watching as the car hurtled down the deserted road.

Two hours later, the village appeared in the distance, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. The car came to a halt at the edge of the village, and Yuvaan stumbled out, his movements unsteady. His driver, still unsure, asked cautiously, "Should I wait, sir?"

"No... leave... take Ravenous..." Yuvaan mumbled, barely coherent. The driver, though hesitant, nodded and drove away, leaving Yuvaan alone in the quiet night.

Yuvaan's eyes scanned the familiar houses, his breath ragged, before he staggered toward one in particular. He had no idea whose home it was, but his bloodshot eyes were filled with single-minded determination. He needed answers. He needed Natasha.

He reached a house and rang the doorbell with far more force than necessary. Moments later, the door creaked open, revealing Jairaj, who took one look at Yuvaan's drunken state and frowned. His voice was laced with irritation as he asked, "Who the hell are you? What do you want at this hour?"