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

Chapter 67

“Always, Firefly,” he replied, a renewed sense of purpose coursing through him. They stepped out of the room, hand in hand, ready to embrace whatever lay ahead.
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As Yuvaan and Natasha sat side by side in the sleek black SUV, the road stretched endlessly ahead of them, winding toward the Singhania Palace in the distance. The morning sun cast a warm glow over the world outside, but inside the car, an air of anticipation made Natasha restless. She tapped her fingers lightly on her thigh, glancing sideways at Yuvaan, who seemed to be in no hurry, his eyes fixed firmly on the road.

Unable to contain her curiosity any longer, Natasha leaned closer, her voice soft yet filled with impatience. “What’s the surprise, Yuvaan?” She asked, a slight pout forming on her lips.

Yuvaan, noticing her expression, chuckled softly, his lips curling into an amused smile. Without turning his gaze away from the road, he replied in a calm, teasing tone, “A surprise is always a surprise, Firefly. Just wait a little. We’re almost there.” His voice carried a warmth that contrasted with his usual commanding presence, making her heart skip a beat.

For a moment, Natasha’s frustration gave way to a smile. She glanced down, trying to hide the blush that crept up her cheeks at his choice of words. ‘Firefly’—the name he had always called her, a reminder of those rare moments when his walls crumbled, and he saw her for who she truly was. She wasn’t sure if the nickname was an endearment or a reminder of their tangled past, but it softened her every time he used it.

Silence settled between them, punctuated only by the hum of the engine and the steady rhythm of Yuvaan’s fingers drumming on the steering wheel. Natasha stole a glance at him, observing the sharp line of his jaw, the way his gaze was fixed ahead, unwavering yet carrying an unspoken intensity. He was always guarded, but there was something different about him today—a spark of excitement, even if he hid it well.

Unable to resist, she asked, “Why do you want me to come along? You could’ve gone alone.”

Yuvaan’s grip tightened on the steering wheel momentarily, and he took a deep breath before answering, his voice a low murmur, “Maybe… because some things feel right only with you by my side.” He said it so quietly she almost thought she imagined it, but the sincerity in his tone left her speechless.

The rest of the journey continued in quiet anticipation, Natasha feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. Her gaze lingered on Yuvaan’s face as if searching for clues in the gentle curve of his smile. He was mysterious, unpredictable—a storm she was forever drawn to. And today, he was taking her somewhere, sharing a part of himself, if only for a moment.

As they neared the gates of Singhania Palace, Natasha took a deep breath, bracing herself for whatever lay ahead.

As the car rolled to a stop in front of the grand Singhania Palace, Natasha felt a mix of excitement and nervousness fluttering in her chest. She turned to look at Yuvaan, who gave her a reassuring smile that instantly calmed her racing heart. She returned his smile, her hand moving instinctively toward the door handle. But before she could pull it open, Yuvaan’s hand caught hers gently.

“Wait,” he murmured, his voice soft yet firm, and before she could question him, he was already outside, moving swiftly to her side of the car. Natasha watched in surprise as he reached for her door and opened it himself, his eyes locked onto hers with a warmth that was rare for him.

As Yuvaan held out his hand, Natasha placed hers in his, feeling a surge of electricity pass between them. The guards stationed outside, who were used to Yuvaan’s intimidating and often distant demeanor, watched the scene unfold with wide eyes. Their stoic faces softened, and one by one, faint smiles appeared, touched by this unexpected display of tenderness.