𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐘 || 𝟏𝟖+

𝟑𝟑|| "𝐀𝐀𝐏𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐀𝐓 "

"I need to see you, Mr. Hydra. Or should I call you my savior?"

Those words echoed in my mind like a haunting melody, a reminder of the chaos that had become my life. Here I was, sitting in a damp, dimly lit basement, the metallic scent of blood wrapping around us like a suffocating blanket. My gaze was fixed on a letter adorned with pink roses, a delicate contrast to the grim surroundings. For two years, these letters had arrived, each one a thread connecting me to someone we had saved from the clutches of human trafficking during our time in Italy.

"Why don't you ever meet her-or him? Whoever it is, Saransh," Arjun interjected, his voice breaking through my reverie. I nodded, the desire to meet this person bubbling up within me. I needed to know their story, their pain, and perhaps, their gratitude.

"I will, but not now. First, I want to focus on my wife, Arjun." My voice was firm, but my thoughts were a whirlwind. Tia was my priority, and the shadows of her past loomed over us like a dark cloud. I wanted to bury those shadows six feet under, just as I would with any threat to her happiness.

The images of Tia in that mansion haunted me. A shiver ran down my spine every time I recalled her fragile state, battling for her life in a hospital bed. I had endured enough pain watching her suffer; the thought of asking her about her past sent a jolt of fear through me. What if it hurt her? What if it brought back memories she was trying to forget?

But the bastard, Daksh, had finally spoken up. He claimed he hadn't planned to kidnap my Sona. Just as I was about to press him further, a bullet silenced him forever.

"But how will you ask her? It's harmful for her health; don't even think about that, Saransh," Arjun snapped, his tone sharp and protective.

"I'm not," I retorted, frustration bubbling up. These guys never let me finish a sentence without jumping to conclusions.

"Then what are you for, Arjun? Dig into the details," I said, lighting up a cigar, the smoke curling around us like a ghost of our past.

"Five crore," he replied, his voice steady.

I raised an eyebrow, amusement creeping in. "Ten crore with a two-month holiday," I countered, and he grinned.

If it meant selling everything I owned for the sake of my wife, I'd do it without a second thought. Her laughter, her smile-they were my lifelines. I wanted to sweep away the darkness overshadowing her, to bring back the light that had been snuffed out.

Tia deserved a life free from fear, a life filled with love and laughter. And I was determined to make that happen, no matter the cost.

I couldn't let the darkness win. I had to protect her, to shield her from the horrors of her past.

"Yup, your work will be done in a week, sir," he said, grabbing his bike keys and preparing to leave the basement.

"By the way, don't forget what task I gave you, Arjun. I want him here today by sharp 11 in the morning," I commanded, my tone leaving no room for argument.