"Veer ji..."
He turned, his gaze still guarded.
"I am not talking about this... I am talking about the mistake I did."
Veer's eyes sharpened, a flicker of pain crossing his features.
"Not even in my life."
Sanjana's heart sank, but she knew she...
*My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.*
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AUTHOR POV
After an exhausting eight-hour flight, Sanjana and Veer finally arrived in Italy. The plane’s doors opened to the crisp Mediterranean air, and they descended the steps, stretching their limbs and taking in the foreign skyline.
Just then, a distinct whirring sound cut through the ambience. Sanjana paused, her eyes narrowing as she tilted her head upwards. A sleek, black helicopter emerged from the clouds, descending rapidly onto a private section of the tarmac. Its blades sliced through the air with a thunderous rhythm, kicking up dust and sending a shiver of tension through the atmosphere.
A convoy of matte-black SUVs sped onto the scene and skidded to a halt near the chopper. Doors flung open in perfect coordination, and a dozen men in jet-black suits stepped out. Their movements were sharp, their expressions unreadable. Each carried a rifle slung over their shoulder—alert, watchful, precise.
Veer instinctively stepped forward, his stance protective yet composed. Sanjana moved beside him, her eyes scanning the men. The leader of the group approached, offered a respectful nod, and then signaled the others.
Without a word spoken, the path to the helicopter cleared.
Veer and Sanjana exchanged a glance—part trust, part curiosity—and then made their way toward the humming machine, the wind from the rotors brushing against their faces like a silent warning of what was to come.
As Veer and Sanjana settled into the plush leather seats of the helicopter, the doors shut with a soft hiss behind them. The pilot gave a brief nod before lifting the craft into the sky. Through the wide windows, Sanjana watched the Italian landscape unfold beneath them—rolling hills giving way to terracotta rooftops and cobblestone streets.
Veer placed a gentle hand over hers, offering a reassuring smile. “Just a few more minutes,” he said. “You’re going to love the place.”
She smiled back, her fingers tightening slightly around his. Despite the luxury and the well-coordinated security, her heart beat a little faster. Italy was new terrain, a world away from the bustling familiarity of India. But with Veer by her side, it felt like a promise of something exciting.
The helicopter glided smoothly over the heart of the city, and soon, the skyline changed—modern towers blending with historic architecture. In the middle of it all stood a sprawling estate, hidden behind high walls and draped in elegance. The mansion was a masterpiece—white stone, tall arched windows, and manicured gardens that hinted at old-world charm fused with modern luxury.
