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

Chapter 63

She reached into her jacket and pulled out a sleek black handgun, feeling its familiar weight in her palm. This wasn’t just a weapon—it was a symbol of the power she wielded. She had learned long ago that in her world, trust was a weakness, and power was everything.

Moon had returned, and this time, she wasn’t leaving any survivors.

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Natasha shot open her eyes in terror, her breath catching in her throat as she frantically looked around the dimly lit room. The darkness was suffocating, and a sharp coldness settled into her bones. Her arms were tightly bound behind her back, the rough rope digging into her skin as she struggled against it, but there was no way to free herself. Her ankles were also bound to the legs of the chair, rendering her completely immobile.

She had been so close, almost on the brink of victory, but Reyaansh had outmaneuvered her. He was more cunning and ruthless than she could have ever anticipated. She had underestimated him, and now she was paying the price. Her mind raced as she tried to recall how it had all happened. One moment, she had been so close to escaping, the adrenaline pumping through her veins. But in the next, everything had turned black. He had caught her.

To her surprise, there were no bruises on her body, no signs of the violent capture she had expected. Instead, the cruelest part was the mental torment he had prepared for her. She was trapped in this dark, suffocating room with only silence as her company. The light would come on only when Reyaansh entered to feed her, casting a blinding glow that hurt her eyes after hours of darkness. The meals were methodical, not out of kindness but control. She had refused to eat at first, her defiance pushing her to reject anything he offered. But Reyaansh was relentless, and if she resisted too much, he would force the food into her mouth, ensuring that she consumed it one way or another. His power over her was absolute.

As Natasha sat there in the oppressive silence, her mind couldn't help but wander to Yuvaan. Was he safe? The image of him lying injured flashed in her mind, his lifeless eyes haunting her. She shook her head, trying to dispel the thoughts, but the worry gnawed at her. How long had she been here? Days? Weeks? She couldn’t tell. Every moment she spent in this prison, Yuvaan’s condition became a heavier weight on her chest. Her heart ached, not just for her own suffering but for him. Yuvaan had been shot because of Reyaansh, and now she had no way of knowing if he had survived. The last memory of Yuvaan, blood staining his clothes as he lay on the ground, burned in her mind. The desperation to find out the truth about his fate made her feel powerless.

Each time Reyaansh entered the room, his presence was a reminder of her failure, but she wouldn’t let him break her spirit. Natasha bit her lip, her jaw tightening with determination. She had survived worse, and even though she was bound and helpless now, she would find a way to escape. For Yuvaan. For herself. She couldn’t give up. But the thought of Reyaansh’s smirk, the way he enjoyed her suffering, made her stomach churn. He was playing with her, and she knew it.

The silence was deafening, broken only by the dull sound of her own shallow breaths. Natasha closed her eyes for a moment, summoning the strength she knew she had deep within. If there was one thing she had learned over the years, it was how to endure.

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Yuvaan stood motionless in front of the massive glass wall in his cabin, his eyes tracing the skyline as the city buzzed below him. The world outside carried on, oblivious to the storm raging inside him. His reflection in the glass showed a man who had everything—wealth, power, control—but all he could feel was emptiness. His heart clenched painfully, a constant reminder of the woman he had lost. Natasha. Her name echoed in his mind, stirring emotions he had tried to bury deep down.