Underworld's Forbidden Love (Mafia's Love Story)

Chapter 7: The Revelation

Days passed, and while Jasmin felt the tension between her and Vikram easing, she still carried the heavy weight of Neha’s death. The memory of her best friend’s last days haunted her, and despite everything, she couldn’t shake the anger that lingered deep down, the feeling that Vikram was somehow responsible.

One afternoon, while searching for a document in Vikram’s study, Jasmin came across an old envelope tucked away between two books. She recognized Neha’s handwriting immediately. Her heart pounded as she pulled it out and opened it, her eyes scanning the familiar script.

The letter was addressed to Vikram.

In the letter, Neha poured her heart out, confessing the feelings she’d held for him, the love she’d never dared to reveal until that moment. She wrote about the courage it took to finally tell him, even though she feared his rejection. Jasmin read on, her heart sinking as she saw Vikram’s response scrawled at the bottom, written in his strong, confident handwriting.

“Neha, I’m flattered, but I don’t feel the same. You deserve someone who can love you with the same intensity you have, and that person isn’t me.”

Jasmin’s hands shook, her vision blurring with tears. All this time, she had blamed Vikram, had let her anger and grief convince her that he’d been cruel to Neha. But here, in her hands, was the truth: he had been kind, gentle even, turning down her friend with a respect that was rare.

Overcome with guilt and sorrow, Jasmin stormed into the living room, where Vikram sat, immersed in his work. Hearing her footsteps, he looked up, startled by the tears streaming down her face.

“Jasmin… what happened?” he asked, his tone laced with worry as he quickly stood up, moving toward her.

Holding up the letter, she choked, “Did you know? Did you know Neha was my friend?”

Vikram’s eyes widened with realization, and he took a careful step toward her. “Jasmin, I didn’t… I didn’t know she was your friend. She never mentioned you. I only met her a few times.” His voice softened, his face showing the same sorrow Jasmin felt. “If I had known—”

“You turned her down,” she interrupted, her voice barely above a whisper as tears rolled down her cheeks. “She… she loved you, and you… you were gentle with her. All this time, I thought you’d done something to hurt her, that you were the reason…”

Her voice broke, and she covered her face, sobs shaking her shoulders. Vikram, watching her, felt a pang of pain himself. He approached her slowly, his hand resting gently on her shoulder.

“Jasmin, I would never have hurt her, or you,” he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity. “I didn’t know the pain you were carrying. If I could go back, I’d do anything to spare you this.”

Jasmin’s hands fell, and she looked up at him, her face streaked with tears, eyes filled with regret. “I hated you, Vikram. I hated you for something that wasn’t even your fault. I let my grief… my anger… blind me. And you… you just took it all.”

He gently cupped her face, brushing a tear from her cheek with his thumb. “I took it because I knew there was something deeper behind it. I knew there was pain you weren’t ready to let go of. I didn’t want to add to it, Jasmin. All I wanted was for you to find peace.”

Overcome by his words, she wrapped her arms around him, clutching his shirt as she let her tears fall. Vikram held her tightly, his arms strong and protective, as if shielding her from her own pain. The silence between them was filled with unspoken apologies, a quiet understanding that only came with moments like these.

After what felt like an eternity, Jasmin looked up, her heart racing as she found herself inches from his face, his gaze locked onto hers with an intensity that made her breath catch.

“Vikram…” she whispered, her voice trembling as she searched his eyes, seeing nothing but tenderness and understanding.

He didn’t need words. Slowly, he leaned down, his lips brushing hers in a soft, lingering kiss that spoke of forgiveness, of comfort, of a love they had both fought to deny. Jasmin closed her eyes, her hands moving to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat as his lips pressed against hers with a warmth that melted the last of her defenses.

They broke apart, breathing heavily, still holding each other close. Vikram looked at her, his thumb gently brushing along her jawline. “You’re not alone, Jasmin,” he murmured, his voice a soft promise. “Not anymore.”

Jasmin nodded, a small smile breaking through her tears as she held him tighter, feeling a sense of peace she hadn’t felt in years. In his arms, she finally felt the weight of her anger and grief lift, replaced by something new, something real—a love that was beginning to heal them both.

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End of chapter : 7

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