Stolen The Mafia King's Heart - Mishbir FF

Chapter 47

MISHTI'S POV

I barely stepped into the house before my thoughts spiraled again. The warmth of my childhood home felt foreign, like a memory blurred by too much pain. Everything was different now—tainted.

As I closed the door behind me, a familiar voice made me freeze.

"Mishti."

I turned sharply, and there he was—Mihir. My brother, the one who had been avoiding for months, sat on the sofa, his face a mix of worry and anger.

"Mihir bhia... you?" My voice came out weaker than I wanted.

He stood up, his towering frame filling the space between us. "Who else would it be? Do you think I wouldn't know when my little sister is drowning?" His tone wasn't sharp, but the weight of his words hit me like a blow.

I swallowed hard. "I... I'm fine, Mihir bhai"

He raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "Fine? Mishti, look at yourself. Isha and I have been worried sick, especially after talking to Ishita."

Ishita. My heart sank. Of course, she had told them. I couldn't even be angry at her—she was just looking out for me.

"I didn't want to bother you," I muttered, unable to meet his gaze.

"Bother me?" His voice cracked slightly. "Mishti, you've always been my responsibility. Always. Do you think I don't know what's happening? You're not fine."

"Mihir bhai"

"No, Mishti. I won't stop this time." His voice sharpened, and for a moment, he looked like the brother I remembered, the one who used to protect me from everything. But that was before everything had gone wrong. "Tell me, how long were you planning to let him destroy you? Abir is not a man who can love the way you deserve."

I flinched at his words. Hearing his name from Mihir's lips made my chest ache. "You don't know him, Mihir bhai" My voice was trembling. "You never did, I never did!"

"You're right," he shot back. "I don't know him. But I know what he's done to you. Look at yourself, Mishti. You're a shadow of who you used to be. Do you even recognize yourself anymore?"

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. "You don't understand. He... he's not what you think."

Mihir's gaze softened slightly, but there was still steel in his voice. "Then tell me. Make me understand, Mishti. What kind of man makes my sister look so broken?"

I couldn't hold it in anymore. The dam broke, and everything came pouring out—Abir's past, his pain, and the choices he made that dragged him into darkness. I told Mihir about Ketki, his parents, and the unspeakable horrors Abir had witnessed and avenged.

When I finished, Mihir stood there in stunned silence. His face was unreadable, and I couldn't tell if he was angry or sad.

"Mishti," he said finally, his voice quieter. "I'm sorry for everything he's been through. No one should endure that. But... does that justify the man he's become? Does it justify what he's done to you?"

I bit my lip, my tears flowing freely now. "He's not just darkness, Mihir bhai. He's been through hell, and he loves me."

Mihir shook his head, stepping closer. "Love doesn't suffocate, Mishti. Love doesn't control. You're defending a man who can't even respect your space. Is that what you want?"

His words hit a nerve. I had been trying to reconcile the man I loved with the man who had hurt me. Could love and obsession coexist? Could I forgive the choices he made in the name of love?