I too want a love story - KarEena

2(17). You want me so bad

Diablo furiously walked around in the room, his left hand hanging in a sling, his hair dishevelled, his joggers snagging low,

"Argh!" he grunted loudly.

Ali dashed into the room horrified but calmed down seeing Diablo venting his anger the second time this day throwing off everything. After their epic escape Ali made sure that no car was tailing them and changed two or three vehicles before driving to Diablo's Mansion, he called their regular doctor and treated Diablo for the bullet wound. As it would be an open invitation if opted for any hospital, a bullet wound will be hard to go un-notice and Police will already be sourcing the city for them.

Since the next day, Diablo started acting out, engulfed with anger as it was his first time to be injured by a Police officer, he is not so in pain than furious about his bruised ego. Luckily the police department hasn't announced the deal that went wrong or anything about Diablo, maybe they don't know it's Diablo or wanted to keep this under the covers, it did help to control Diablo for now.

"That DSP Meha is going to pay for this" Diablo hurled a vase at the wall, crashing in many folds, the glass vase turned sand.

"She is going to Diablo, but first it's important that we get our hands on another supply, our dealers are already asking for the new batch," Ali said a little nervous of Diablo's anger.

Diablo nodded looking out of his window, "We will receive the cargo in the sea this time and have to lay low until then, I don't want anything happening with our shipment this time, once our dealers are sent their share, then I'll personally look into this DSP Meha" he sneered.

"Okay, I'll talk to the party. You have this" Ali passed him some tablets

Diablo sighed and gulped them in a go, the pain reminded him of this failure, the scar will forever be the emblem of his failure, only settling his score can bring his peace and that's what he will do, in the most gruesome way possible.

"And ask that minister to stop the transfer, I want her in this very city and I am going to strike in broad daylight in the middle of the city" Diablo laughed like a maniac.

Karishma entered their room from the library, it's been a week since they moved in and Pushpa Ji announced a get-together for their family and friends, the café was closed for the first time in the last three years and the last time was the day Arshad was born. Being it a Sunday, the kids and Cheeta are already on a break, Pushpa Ji has a day off with Haseena and Raj who are going to join them from lunch.

Karishma watched Haseena who moved in her sleep, a deep frown resting on her forehead, it's been a permanent companion in her sleep since her return, in these few days Karishma never saw Haseena without that frown in her sleep, Karishma's presence did ease it out but will be back as soon as she is gone.

"Haseena" she softly called.

Haseena softly sighed but the sleep still prevailed, "Good morning, Sweetness" Karishma murmured and kissed her forehead, "it feels good to say that in person" She stood straight, as she promised a drunken Haseena when they were together that she'd not start her morning until she wishes Haseena good morning, Karishma kept her promise, every morning after her 3-4-hour sleep, she wishes Haseena looking into old albums of them together.

"Haseena" she again called.

Haseena stirred, her eyes fluttering open, "good morning, Mi amor" she smiled pulling Karishma close to her, "aren't you gonna disappear this morning, my love" Haseena snuggled into Karishma.