Kunal Roy isn't just a name; it's a legend wrapped in darkness. A powerful mafia leader with a chilling reputation, he's the man every whisper in Delhi is about. I thought I knew all there was to know about dangerous allure until he stepped into my...
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As I wandered through Kunal’s mansion, I found myself drawn into every corner, every detail. I had been here three or four times, but tonight, something was different. Maybe it was the way everything seemed quiet, like the house was holding its breath. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the thought of Kunal himself that had me looking at everything through a new lens.
My footsteps echoed softly as I walked down the hallway, and my eyes landed on a family photo hanging on the wall. It was an older picture, slightly faded, but full of memories. Kunal was at the centre, looking so different from the man I knew now. He was smiling, an actual smile that reached his eyes. And wow, he looked… magical. Almost like he belonged to a different world, one where he didn’t carry that sadness in his gaze.
Beside him stood a girl, around sixteen, lively and all smiles. Maya Roy, his younger sister. I had only heard fragments of her story—a name spoken in whispers, an unsolved mystery, a family shattered. The Roys hadn’t seen her in years, and didn't know if she was even alive. And Kunal, he was never the same after she vanished.
Then there was Kunal’s ex-wife, Somia Sharma, the woman responsible for the family’s destruction. She was the one who betrayed them, who orchestrated Maya’s disappearance, and ever since that betrayal, Kunal had turned cold, almost unreachable. He never stopped searching for Maya, never let go of the hope that one day he’d find her. But that hope had cost him. I saw it every time I looked into his eyes—a mixture of pain, anger, and a haunting sense of loss.
Lost in thought, I didn’t notice him approaching until I felt a presence beside me. I turned, and there he was, standing close, watching me. His gaze wasn’t on the picture, though; it was fixed on me, deep and intense. His eyes had that familiar coldness, but they weren’t empty. Not when he looked at me.
“Kunal,” I breathed, unable to hide the warmth in my voice.
He raised an eyebrow, as if waiting for me to say something else, but I just smiled at him. His expression softened, if only a little, and I was secretly thrilled to be drawing some kind of reaction from him, no matter how small.
“I’ll drop you at the university tomorrow,” he said in his usual steady tone, but his gaze remained on me.
I grinned, throwing in a little flirt, just to see what he’d do. “I’d love that. Maybe you can be my personal bodyguard all day too?”
A hint of a smirk played on his lips, but he quickly concealed it, putting up that cold mask he wore so well. “Shanaya, you should get some rest. Tumhein neend ki zaroorat hai. (You need sleep.)”
I narrowed my eyes, a mischievous idea forming in my head. He wanted me to sleep? Fine, but I wasn’t going to make it that easy for him.
“Alright,” I replied, leaning closer, “I’ll get my beauty sleep, so I can dream about my crush and my prince.”
