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

Chapter 66

Yuvaan watched her for a moment, his heart heavy with unspoken emotions. He had never wanted someone as fiercely as he wanted her, and as she lay there, vulnerable and beautiful, he vowed to do whatever it took to keep her by his side.
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Natasha lay naked in Yuvaan's embrace, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over their entwined bodies. Yuvaan's fingers stroked her hair, moving in slow, soothing motions, as if trying to erase the scars of their past. She lifted her head, her heart pounding in her chest, and looked into his eyes, searching for answers.

"Yuvaan," she called softly, her voice laced with hesitation.

"Yeah, Firefly?" he replied, his gaze steady but curious, sensing the weight of her words.

"I want to ask you something," she said, her heart racing. Doubt crept in; she wondered if asking him would only reopen old wounds or lead to more confusion between them. Yet the need for clarity was overwhelming. "How did you come to me? How did I become your target? What did I really do to make you want to hurt me?"

The question hung in the air, thick with tension. Yuvaan's expression shifted from surprise to something more serious as he pulled her head gently against his chest, his fingers continuing to weave through her hair.

"Firefly... what led me to you was actually you yourself," he began, his voice low and filled with emotion.

He paused, collecting his thoughts as a shadow passed over his features. "You know, when they killed my family and stripped us of everything-our money, our wealth-they forgot something crucial: they left behind three lives. Me, Meera, and Vihaan." He swallowed hard, his voice thickening with the weight of memories. "Meera was just a baby, only 11 months old. Vihaan was only 5. I was just a kid, barely aware of what was happening. I thought my family had abandoned us, left us to fend for ourselves. It wasn't until my 18th birthday that our butler finally revealed the truth. From that day onward, I vowed to make your family pay for what they had done. I started planning to kill each and every one of you, just like your family had killed mine."

His eyes glistened with unshed tears, and Natasha felt her heart ache at the raw pain radiating from him. She closed her eyes for a moment, allowing herself to feel the depth of his anguish and the heavy beat of his heart beneath her cheek.

"But before I could do anything, I knew I needed to gain power. This is India, and here, money is more addictive than drugs or alcohol. I needed to be rich to earn respect and to execute my plan. I started my business at the age of 18. Day and night, I worked, pouring everything into my quest for revenge. All I cared about was my siblings and my desire for vengeance. I forgot about myself, my needs, my desires-why should I remember myself when I had no reason to?"

He paused again, taking a deep breath as if he was drawing strength from her presence. "I vowed to make all of you suffer, and then I learned about you-Natasha, their eldest daughter. Initially, I thought of killing your entire family at once, but then I studied Darshana and Rudra. They were innocent souls, sweet and untouched by the darkness that surrounded us. But you? You were different."

His voice dropped to a whisper, and Natasha felt a shiver run through her. "I was aware that you were the one conducting illegal business for Subhash, that you were responsible for countless innocent lives lost. But I didn't know the truth-you were a puppet in his game, manipulated just like the rest of us. Because of my ignorance, you became my first target. I was blinded by rage and vengeance."

He took another deep breath, his chest rising and falling against her. "The way Subhash and everyone treated you made me think you were their favorite. I wrote a letter to Subhash, disguising myself as Yuvraj. I married you under false pretenses, manipulating you every step of the way. I made you dance on glass pieces on our wedding night. I forced you to climb to the 29th floor, locking you away for four long months. I was the one who threw you into Yash's arms, believing it would shatter you. I broke you, just as I had planned, but I didn't realize that you were nothing but a pawn in Subhash's twisted game. You meant nothing to them."