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Sometimes women love more.
"Duniya jab kismat se takrana seekhti,
Tab maine kismat ke saamne jukna seekha tha.
Shayad kismat mein unse ishq nahi lekin unka intezaar likha tha.,"
(When the world learnt on how to fi...
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*Ranvijay's POV*:-
The engine roared beneath me as I gripped the steering wheel with a white-knuckled intensity, my eyes narrowed, fixed on the dark, desolate road ahead. We had passed the city lights long behind and were 5 minutes away from the abandoned warehouse where Karan Ahuja's location had been spotted.
The urgency to reach Ridha quicker made me subconsciously pres son the accelerator, not caring about the reckless speed that crossed had 100 mark.
Every second felt like knife pushed in my gut, every minute, a painful eternity. My thoughts were clouded with nothing but fear and rage, twisted together in an uncontrollable knot.
Ridha... my sister, my baby.
Where the hell are you ?
My hands clenched harder, the cold metal of the wheel biting into my palms. The wind howled through the windows, ruffling the edges of my shirt.
Beside me, Khanna sat in an uncomfortable silence, but I could feel the tension from him-just as suffocating, just as overwhelming.
We all knew why we were here. We all knew what this meant. The fact that Ridha was missing and that Karan Ahuja might be behind it, it turned my blood cold.
Karan Ahuja- the only son of the once 'the kings of Construction and Development' were destroyed into the very sand they built their empire on.
The reason of their destruction was unknown but the man behind it- Abhimaan Singh Rathore, the very crown prince to the throne of a multi-billion-follar empire. The mighty to-be Rana Sa of Udaipur and his crowning is supposed to happen exactly a year later.
"Bhai, slow down! You are passing the mark of 130 !" Rudra's voice barely registered to my maddening mind.
But I didn't hear him.
130+ Speed ?
IDidn't care.
Not when my sister's life was at line.
Rudra's own speed was par the line and on top of it he had his face out of his car to yell at me.
I will check him later.
Currently even looking at Rudra reminded me of Ridha. Their awfully similar faces, the very same smile and similar rage. My thoughts were consumed by images of Ridha-her laughter, her smiles, the way her eyes would light up when she was excited.
