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

Chapter 70

Without another word, he wrapped an arm around her, and they stood like that, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, a quiet promise between them that for now, in this moment, they were each other’s solace.

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The golden rays of the morning sun gradually bathed the grand pillars and intricately carved balconies of the Pillai Mansion, casting a soft glow across the estate. The birds chirped melodiously from the towering trees, and a gentle breeze swept through, carrying the earthy scent of Kerala’s lush landscape. Today marked their last day in this serene paradise before they would return to the vast deserts of Rajasthan. For Natasha, there was a bittersweet feeling—she had grown fond of Kerala's tranquil mornings, a world so different from the intense and rugged lifestyle back home.

As the light seeped into the room, Natasha’s eyes fluttered open, but an uneasy sensation settled over her, making her feel dizzy and slightly nauseous. Within moments, she hurried to the bathroom, barely making it in time. She gripped the cool marble sink with trembling hands, her body weakened as she emptied the contents of her stomach. She took deep, shuddering breaths afterward, leaning her forehead against the wall for support. The exhaustion weighed down on her, her body rebelling against her for last night's indulgence. The food had been too rich, too much, especially late at night.

After a few moments, she steadied herself, splashing cold water on her face. The refreshing chill of the water helped her regain her composure, washing away the remnants of her discomfort. She lifted her head, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her face looked pale, but she couldn’t help a faint smile tugging at her lips; she was tough, and she knew she would feel better soon.

Emerging from the bathroom, Natasha glanced around the room, her eyes softening as they landed on Yuvaan. He was lying on the bed, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. His face looked peaceful, completely free from the usual hardened expression that life had carved upon him. In moments like these, when he was asleep, he seemed like a different person, a gentler, kinder side of him revealing itself. A soft smile spread across her lips as she watched him; despite everything between them, she couldn’t deny the warmth that stirred in her heart as she observed him.

Pulling herself away from the moment, Natasha turned her attention to the task ahead. They had an entire day of travel ahead, and she wanted to make sure they left nothing behind. Quietly, she began to gather their belongings, folding clothes and tucking them neatly into their bags. She moved with careful precision, trying not to wake Yuvaan as she packed his things. Every item reminded her of the countless shared moments between them—some joyful, some painful, but all woven into the complex tapestry of their relationship.

As she moved around the room, she glanced out the window, where the afternoon sun now stood high in the sky. Time was slipping by, and soon they would be leaving the place that held so many memories. With the bags nearly packed, Natasha took a deep breath, letting the familiar sense of responsibility anchor her. Today wasn’t just about packing bags; it was about carrying forward memories, moments, and perhaps, the faint hope that someday they might find a way to heal the wounds that lay between them.
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As the evening settled into night, silence blanketed the room, with only the soft hum of distant insects filling the stillness. The house was at peace, every soul drifting into slumber after the exhausting day of travel. Natasha stirred, her body waking her abruptly. Her eyes shot open as a sudden thirst tugged at her. Reaching for the glass of water on the nightstand, she downed its contents, hoping the cool liquid would ease the dryness in her throat. The faint clink of the glass against the table as she placed it back barely disturbed the quiet.

Just as she settled back under the covers, a wave of unease swept over her, more intense this time, prickling her skin and tightening her stomach. Confused, Natasha sat up, clutching her abdomen. She felt an unsettling pressure building up. Moments later, she hurried to the bathroom, her legs shaky but determined.