Her Mafia Husband

✨53.End or Beginning?✨

Kabir was in the conference room, listening to his company’s welfare consultant’s presentation, preparing for a business meeting that could save his company from bankruptcy — the very mess Raj and Nitya had created by using Arohi as a pawn.

While the presentation droned on, a sudden pang of pain struck his chest. He closed his eyes — and Arohi’s face flashed before him. Her name escaped his lips in a whisper.

“Arohi...”

Panic rising, he quickly pulled out his phone and dialed her number, his face etched with concern for her safety. When she didn’t answer, his expression turned pale. Without wasting a second, he called Vikram.

“Vikram, I’ve got a bad feeling. I think Arohi’s in danger. Can you check on her? Please — find out if she’s okay!”

Vikram was busy cleaning his mansion when the call came through. He couldn’t afford to hire help — not while he was hiding his true identity as Vikrant Mehra’s son. That secret had to remain buried until he found his parents’ killer.

The moment he heard Arohi was missing, he dropped everything and rushed to Chauhan Mansion. He searched every corner, calling out her name — but she was nowhere to be found. What alarmed him even more was the eerie silence in the house. Raj and Nitya were gone too.

Something was off.

He called Kabir back.

“Kabir, she’s not here. Her phone is still in the house, but she’s gone. And  Nitya Aunty and Raj aren't at home too. This doesn’t feel right.”

Kabir froze, his chest tightening with dread. The fear of losing Arohi — again — threatened to crush him. He had finally found a family after all these years, and on the very first day he left her alone after the grieving... she disappeared.

For a month, he had lived with the anxiety of that day — the fear that the man who killed his grandmother and Primo would come back. What if Arohi had seen something she wasn’t supposed to? What if she was now being dragged into something worse than the trauma that had already given her vasovagal syncope — the same trauma she carried from witnessing her father’s death?

No.
He couldn’t lose her. Not now. She was all he had left in this world.
The light that pierced his darkness.
His joy. His peace.
His life. His soul.
The only woman he had ever truly loved.

His face drained of color as he began pacing rapidly, his voice sharp with urgency as he spoke to Vikram again.

“Nothing must happen to her,Vikram. Not a single scratch. Alert the police. Scatter our men. Lock down the roads, airports, and railway stations. Find her — at any cost.”

ABANDONED WAREHOUSE

Arohi sat bound to a chair, and in front of her stood Damini, holding up a small audio tape recorder.

The same one she used to record Arohi’s “confession.”

But Arohi only laughed.

“Dakini — oops, sorry, Damini — you actually believed everything I told you? Wow.  Well, this proved that there is no bigger fool than you. You thought I was confessing?How can I be a manipulator? I only said all this because I saw that recorder in your hand. At least, you shouldn't stress while preparing the fake voice? I reduced your burden. You think Kabir will believe that tape? He already knows how you operate. Remember that morphed video stunt you pulled once? He will believe that this is just another one of your tricks.”

Her smile widened, taunting,“You think I have the time to plot all of this? To meet Kabir, fall in love, marry him, carry his child — all for some connection?You are such a stupid girl. Even, you can't play  the way fate plays with you. At least, tell me why should I marry Kabir and tell him, don't go back to the Mafia world if I needed his connections that badly? Kabir had quit his mafia world business just because I asked him to. If I wanted to use him and his connections, why should I ask him to take such a big risk even though I know that if he quit his dark world, then enemies would start to target me and my baby?!You are such a foolish girl and that's why even with all your beauty — real or plastic — you still couldn’t make him fall in love with you.”