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

Chapter 58

She had fought back. Like a pro. And as she stood there, the setting sun casting a golden glow over her, Meera realized that no matter what the world threw at her—whether it was heartbreak, pain, or a group of attackers—she would never be a victim.

Not ever again.

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The soft glow of the morning sun bathed the small coffee and flower shop, the scent of fresh blooms mingling with the rich aroma of brewing coffee. Natasha moved gracefully behind the counter, arranging flowers in vases and checking the coffee machine, her expression focused but with a quiet, natural beauty. The shop's sign had just been flipped to "Open," and soon, customers would trickle in.

At the far corner of the shop, Yuvaan sat casually, his dark eyes fixed on her. Dressed in his usual black attire, he looked like he didn’t belong in such a peaceful place, yet there he was, watching her every move like a predator waiting for the right moment. Natasha could feel his gaze burning into her back, and it took all her strength to not confront him—again.

She sighed in frustration, muttering under her breath as she wiped down the counter. Why won’t he just leave? She knew why. Yuvaan had made it crystal clear that if she wanted him out of her shop, she had to return to Singhania Palace with him. And that was not going to happen.

The bell above the door jingled softly as the first customer of the day walked in, and Natasha forced a smile. A few more customers followed, filling the small space with warm chatter as they ordered coffee and admired the flower arrangements. It was the kind of normalcy Natasha had craved for so long.

But her peace was short-lived.

The door swung open with a loud bang, making the few customers in the shop jump. Three men walked in—tall, rough-looking, and clearly not here for coffee or flowers. Natasha tensed immediately, her hand inching toward the drawer under the counter where she kept her gun. The men exchanged glances, smirking as if they owned the place. The customers looked confused, some whispering nervously, but they were blissfully unaware of the tension crackling in the air.

Yuvaan’s eyes narrowed, his entire body going still as he watched the men approach the counter. Natasha could see him tense, but he remained seated, waiting.

One of the men, the apparent leader, leaned casually against the counter, his eyes sweeping over Natasha with a smug grin. “Nice little shop you’ve got here. Shame if something happened to it.”

Natasha’s jaw clenched. “Get out,” she said, her voice low but firm. She wasn’t intimidated, and Yuvaan knew it. But these men had no idea who they were dealing with.

The leader chuckled. “Feisty, huh? I like that.”

Before Natasha could reply, Yuvaan stood up, his presence commanding the room without a word. The man barely spared him a glance, still too focused on Natasha. “Maybe we should—”

Smack! Natasha didn’t wait. Her fist connected with the man’s face, sending him stumbling back into the display of flowers. The customers gasped, some rushing toward the exit in panic, but the other men quickly blocked their way. Natasha, unphased, moved with deadly grace, her eyes burning with the same fire that had drawn Yuvaan to her in the first place.

The second man lunged at her, but before he could reach her, Yuvaan stepped in, grabbing him by the arm and twisting it with a sickening crack. The man howled in pain, but Yuvaan remained calm, almost bored, as he tossed him to the side like a rag doll.

The leader, recovering from Natasha’s punch, wiped the blood from his nose and glared at her. “You think you can—” He didn’t finish. Natasha grabbed a vase and smashed it over his head, knocking him to the ground.