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

Chapter 60

As she hung up the phone, Natasha felt a mix of apprehension and resolve. This meeting would be their final chance to confront everything between them, to break the chains of their past once and for all. And she would make sure that Yuvaan understood this time—it was truly over.
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The sun's relentless rays finally surrendered, slipping beneath the soft blankets of the horizon, giving way to the gentle embrace of a new morning.

Reyaansh stormed into Yuvaan's grand office, his expression dark and cold. The tension in the air crackled like lightning, each step he took echoing his barely contained fury. Yuvaan was seated behind his massive oak desk, his eyes narrowing as Reyaansh entered without knocking.

"Yuvaan Singhania," Reyaansh's voice was sharp, the words slicing through the silence like a blade. "Stay away from Natasha."

Yuvaan leaned back in his chair, unbothered by the fiery warning. His fingers drummed casually on the desk, his gaze never leaving Reyaansh’s. "Natasha?" he repeated with a smirk that infuriated Reyaansh even more. "You're forgetting something, Reyaansh. She's still Natasha Yuvaan Singhania."

Reyaansh’s jaw tightened. "She’s not yours anymore. You threw her away. You locked her up, you hurt her. You have no right—"

"I have every right," Yuvaan interrupted, his voice low and dangerous. "She may have left, but I never let her go. She’s still my wife, and you… you should stay away from her."

Reyaansh stepped closer, fury blazing in his eyes. "You don’t deserve her! After everything you’ve done, she owes you nothing. You don’t know what she’s been through—"

Yuvaan stood, slamming his hands on the desk. His composure snapped, and for a moment, his eyes reflected the storm raging inside him. "You think I don’t know what I did?" he growled, stepping around the desk to face Reyaansh directly. "I live with that every damn day. But that doesn’t change the fact that she is still my wife."

Reyaansh clenched his fists. "You’re not in her life anymore, Yuvaan. She’s moved on, and you should too."

"Moved on?" Yuvaan sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "With you, right? You think she’s yours now? Just because you’ve been around her, doesn’t mean you know her."

"At least I don’t destroy her," Reyaansh shot back, his voice filled with venom. "You’ve had your chance, and you ruined it."

Yuvaan’s eyes darkened, stepping closer until they were inches apart, the tension thick between them. "You think I’ll let her go just because you tell me to? Natasha is still mine, whether she admits it or not. You don’t get to take her from me."

Reyaansh glared back, his voice low but firm. "She deserves better than you. And I’ll make sure she gets it."

The two men stood there, locked in a silent battle of wills, neither willing to back down.

Yuvaan’s lips curled into a menacing smile, his voice a low growl. “Better than me? You think you can protect her from this world? From the danger she’s in because of you?”

Reyaansh didn’t flinch. “I’ll protect her from anyone—including you.”

Yuvaan’s eyes flashed with anger. “You don’t get to decide what’s best for Natasha. You don’t know what she went through, what it was like being my wife—”

“I know enough,” Reyaansh cut him off, his tone icy. “She suffered because of you. Every moment she was locked away, every wound she bears, is because of your obsession with control.”

Yuvaan’s fists clenched at his sides, his breath coming out in sharp bursts. “You think you’re a savior, don’t you? That you can walk in and fix everything. But Natasha…” His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “Natasha still belongs to me. Even if she doesn't wear my ring, she will always be mine.”