"𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻'𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻'𝓼 𝓫𝓸𝓭𝓲𝓮𝓼."
Yet their love was called a blemish............................
Ananya Khurrana and Devarsh Thakur gr...
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Past.
Three months later,
“So?” I drew in a puff and took a sip from a glass of whiskey, slowly. Vincenzo Marchetti, the Mafia head, leaned forward, intertwining his fingers. “I was promised three nations but got only two. When will I get the third one?”
“I am planning to make my son, Nicholas, head for the third one.” His words made me smirk and move my gaze to the crying baby next to him. I expected it. That cry baby would be in my way, but he wasn't aware of what I was capable of. “You need to back off, Devarsh.”
I swirled the alcohol in my glass and chuckled slightly. “Was it an advice?”
“Order.”
“Well, I don't take orders.” Crushing the cigar, I looked up at the father and son duo. “I need the third nation under my control.”
“Devarsh, don't be a fool. You are just freaking 21. The nation you are asking to make under your control is highly impossible, and there is always a high risk of getting caught,” Vincenzo gritted his teeth.
“You said the same when I was 18. I fucking killed the man powerful after you to make the nation under me. I don't think it would be hard enough—”
“Don’t argue, Devarsh. You are not getting—”
Pulling out my gun, I pointed it at Nicholas, who looked at me shocked, and their fifty men pointed fully loaded guns at me. A loose bead of sweat pricked down Nicholas’s ear, whereas his father was staring at me with cold eyes, stopping his men from reaching me with a small whiff.
“One gun, he is sweating like a pig. Fifty guns at me, still standing strong. Who do you think deserves the nation?" I tucked my palm into my pocket as I turned to Vincenzo with a smile, holding the gun still at Nicholas head.
“Sit back, Devarsh.” I rested the tip of my gun on Nicholas’s head, smirking. “Sit back.” I pulled the trigger, and everyone raised their guns at me. “Devarsh, let's sit and talk.”
“Third Nation?”
He grated his teeth, reddening his eyes. “Kill the CM,” he continued. “He is trying to put out secrets.”
“I can't do that,” I shook my head, sliding the gun from Nicholas’s head. “Killing the CM will make everything complicated. The CBI will enter into an investigation and we will not have a choice.”
“So, will you—”
“I know how to put him under my thumb.” I cut him off with my yell. “Make the third nation under me. Or else I will have to snatch it in my way.”
“I will. But you have to shut CM’s mouth,” Vincenzo came on terms, making Nicholas roar.
“Padre non accetto questo.” He screamed Italian, unaware that I knew Italian too. Papa used to speak French perfectly. After he entered business completely, he also learned Italian. Since he was training me and Roop to become the perfect heir, he taught us Italian as a part of it. It was off record. No one knew we learned Italian.
