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

Chapter 64

Without another word, Yuvaan stood, walking away from the shattered remains of the man who had once been Yash. The basement door slammed shut behind him, leaving nothing but darkness and the stench of death in his wake.

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Natasha’s eyelids felt like they weighed a ton, her body drained, muscles aching from being bound for so long. A faint sound broke through the silence, the unmistakable creak of a door opening. She fought the darkness that had clouded her vision for what seemed like days, prying her eyes open slowly. A harsh ray of light poured into the dim room, momentarily blinding her. She blinked, squinting as her eyes adjusted to the light that was both foreign and painful after the endless darkness she had endured.

Once her vision settled, she made out a tall figure standing motionless in the doorway. His silhouette was outlined by the light, and though he hadn’t moved an inch, she could feel his piercing gaze boring into her, strong and unwavering. Natasha felt a pulse of recognition sweep over her, her heart thudding in a mixture of relief and anger. Those green eyes, glinting under the harsh light – she knew who he was. She would recognize those eyes anywhere.

Yuvaan.

Despite her physical exhaustion, a spark of fury ignited within her. Relief at knowing he was unharmed mingled with irritation at his presence here. Why had he come? What was he thinking?

Struggling against the numbness in her arms and legs, Natasha straightened herself as best she could, hands still bound tightly behind her, the ropes cutting into her wrists. Her voice, low and icy, sliced through the silence. “Why the hell are you here?”

Yuvaan said nothing. He merely walked closer, his footsteps echoing in the hollow room. His silence only stoked her frustration, and she spoke again, her voice harder this time. “I’m asking you something, Singhania!”

Still, he didn’t respond, his expression unreadable as he moved behind her. She felt a rush of irritation and a strange sense of vulnerability as he leaned down, close enough that she could feel his breath against her skin, as he began to untie her hands. Each knot he loosened brought both relief and a tingling pain as blood started to circulate again, making her fingers twitch with a mix of relief and soreness.

When he finally freed her, Natasha pushed herself off the chair. But the moment she tried to stand, her legs buckled under her, weak and unused to bearing her weight after so many days of confinement. She gasped as she stumbled, feeling her knees give way. Before she could hit the cold, hard floor, Yuvaan caught her, his arms wrapping around her protectively. Without a word, he lifted her up effortlessly, cradling her in his arms as if she weighed nothing.

In that moment, Natasha felt a wave of emotions swirl inside her—exhaustion, helplessness, and even a hint of comfort in his hold. She quickly brushed it aside, clinging to her anger. She was no damsel in distress, and the last person she wanted to rely on was him. But with her body too weak to resist, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of relief at his presence, however frustrating it was.

As they exited the dim, suffocating room, she felt fresh air for the first time in days, filling her lungs and lifting her spirits briefly. But the relief was short-lived. Just outside, scattered on the ground like fallen leaves, were bodies – the men who had guarded her, and Reyaansh himself, lying lifeless. Blood pooled beneath them, glistening under the pale light, a haunting sight that sent a chill through her.

She turned her head away, her lips pressed into a thin line, fighting the nauseating twist in her stomach. Anger bubbled up again, and she looked at Yuvaan with narrowed eyes. “You’ll never change, will you?” she muttered, her voice laced with bitterness. “Every time, you have only one solution – kill.”