The Desi Writer

But just as I reached for my phone, a message popped up.
          
          Unknown Number: Hey.
          
          I frowned. I didn’t recognize the number. Probably some spam. I 
          ignored it and went back to my work.
          
          A few seconds later, another message came.
          
          Unknown Number: How is your wife, Shrivastava? Fine or maybe… in danger?
          
          I froze.
          
          My grip tightened around my phone as my blood ran cold.
          I immediately typed back.
          
          Me: Who are you?
          
          The reply came almost instantly.
          
          Unknown Number: You’ll know soon.
          
          I clenched my jaw.
          
          Before I could type again, another message came.
          
          Unknown Number: How’s your wife? Is she really fine?
          
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[I literally forgot to post it on my profile yesterday]
          
          
          His thumb brushed against my swollen lips, his gaze dropping down to my heaving chest before flicking back up to my eyes. 
          
          "Are you really going to wear that red dress?" His voice was thick, teasing, but there was something darker behind it, something possessive.
          
          I nodded, slow and deliberate, wanting to see his reaction. "Why? You don’t approve?" My voice came out softer than I intended, still breathless from the kiss.
          
          A smirk tugged at his lips, but his grip on my waist tightened. "Approve?" He let out a low, almost dangerous chuckle. "If I saw your picture in that dress, I might just fly there and fuck the life out of you."
          
          I sucked in a sharp breath, my fingers gripping the material of his shirt to steady myself. Heat surged through me, pooling low in my stomach. 
          
          My legs clenched involuntarily as I tried to control the desperate ache between them. The way he said it, so raw and unapologetic, sent a violent shiver through my body.
          
          Before I could even think of a response, his hands moved to my thighs, gripping them firmly before hoisting me up effortlessly. 
          
          A gasp left my lips as my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, my arms clinging to his shoulders. His fingers dug into the flesh of my ass, keeping me steady against him, and my back pressed harder against the cupboard.
          
          "Siddhar–" I barely managed to whisper before his lips crashed against mine again, swallowing whatever words I had left.
          
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chapter 42 of A Twist of Destiny will be uploaded on 6 PM today.

“I gave you one fucking task, didn’t I?”
          His voice was calm. Too calm. And that was the most terrifying part of it.
          The man in front of him gulped, lowering his hands with hesitation, though his posture remained tense. The gun was still pointed at him.
          “Words,” the man with the gun demanded, his voice dropping lower, laced with quiet menace.
          “Y-Yes, sir,” the other man stuttered, his voice shaky.
          The gun lowered. Just slightly.
          Slow, deliberate footsteps echoed across the range as the man with the gun walked toward him, closing the already suffocating distance between them. The tension thickened, suffocating.
          And then, just as the other man thought the worst had passed—
          A hand shot out, wrapping around his throat like a vice.
          He gasped, his fingers clawing at the grip around his neck, his legs nearly buckling under him as the air was ruthlessly cut off. His eyes widened in sheer panic, his hands trying to pry away the iron-like grip, but it was useless.
          The man with the gun leaned in, his breath ghosting over the terrified man’s ear, his voice dripping with venom.
          “Then why,” he murmured darkly, “wasn’t it completed by the time I came back?”
          His fingers tightened.
          The man’s gasps turned into desperate, choking noises as he struggled against the merciless grip.
          “I—I’m sorry,” he wheezed, his hands flailing in a weak attempt to push him away. “I—I’ll try again—I’ll make sure—”
          
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man, I'm still facing some problems while uploading the chapters of Salvation's Curse. Wattpad ain't supporting me :(

But just as I reached the end of the carpet, a limo pulled up to the entrance. Something about the way it stopped, the way the crowd reacted, made my steps falter. I turned slightly, my heart pounding in my chest.
          
          The door opened, and the world around me tilted.
          
          Ekaksh.
          
          He stepped out of the limo, his tall, commanding figure drawing every eye in the crowd. He was dressed in a sharp black suit that screamed power and sophistication. The cameras immediately turned to him, the flashes erupting in a frenzy.
          
          The murmurs grew louder, the reporters whispering among themselves.
          
          “That’s Ekaksh Singhania,” one of them said, loud enough for me to hear. “The new owner of TS Industries.”
          
          TS Industries. 
          
          The words hit me like a punch to the gut. My knees wobbled, and I had to grip the edge of the carpet railing to steady myself. My eyes widened as I watched him, my mind struggling to process what I was seeing.
          
          Behind him, another figure stepped out of the limo. 
          
          Neil Singhania. 
          
          Everything’s done, brother. 
          
          That message.
          
          The dots connected. 
          
          The connection snapped into place, the pieces of the puzzle falling together. 
          
          Ekaksh wasn’t just anyone. 
          
          He was a Singhania. 
          
          He was never a bodyguard. 
          
          He was the owner of a company—a man with power, influence, and secrets I couldn’t even begin to fathom.
          
          My world spun, a mix of anger, betrayal, and confusion surging through me. How could I have been so blind? How did I not see it?
          
          The staff guided me toward the entrance, their hands lightly on my arm as they ushered me inside. But my gaze kept drifting back to him. Even as I walked, I couldn’t stop looking over my shoulder, my eyes searching for him in the chaos.
          
          Just as I was about to step inside, he looked in my direction. Our eyes met, locking for a single, electrifying second. His gaze was calm, unreadable, but it sent a jolt through me all the same.
          
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I shook my head, a small smile tugging at my lips. She could sleep anywhere, anytime. It was one of her quirks—falling asleep mid-conversation or even while pretending to watch a show.
          
          I straightened up, my gaze sweeping the room, looking for the cat. It wasn't lounging on the armchair, nor was it curled up on the rug like usual.
          
          Where's that little furball? I wondered.
          
          Deciding to ignore it for now, I stepped closer to the bed, intending to adjust the blanket and tuck Adaa in properly. But as I leaned over, I froze.
          
          There it was—the cat.
          
          Inside her sweater.
          
          Its tiny head peeked out smugly from between her breasts, nestled as if it had found the coziest spot in the world.
          
          I blinked, utterly dumbfounded. For a moment, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. But no, the cat was very much there, staring at me with a look that could only be described as... victorious.
          
          I bent slightly, narrowing my eyes at the audacious little creature. "That place is mine, you bad cat," I whispered, my voice low but firm.
          
          To my disbelief, the cat's expression seemed to change. Its eyes glimmered, and its tiny mouth almost curled upwards as if... it was smirking at me.
          
          I straightened up, running a hand through my hair in frustration.
          
          Was I losing my mind, or was this cat actually mocking me?
          
          Leaning back down, I pointed directly at Adaa's chest, my tone more serious now. "And those are mine, you little—"
          
          The cat let out a soft meow, the sound light but strangely taunting. It felt like a challenge.
          
          "That's it," I muttered under my breath, reaching out to grab the intruder. I gently but firmly pulled the cat out from its snug hiding spot, holding it up like a guilty culprit.
          
          "Don't get too close to my wife, you little—"
          
          Before I could finish my sentence, a sleepy voice interrupted me.
          
          "I'm awake, husband."
          
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I snatched the card from his hand and stared at it, my eyes scanning every curve and loop of the letters. The strokes were familiar, too familiar. 
          
          Him?
          
          My throat went dry at that thought, and an icy wave of fear washed over me. My breathing turned shallow, each inhale feeling like a struggle. 
          
          It was as if an invisible hand was gripping my throat, choking me. My fingers trembled, and the card slipped from my grasp, fluttering to the floor. Everything from the past replaying inside my brain.
          
          After all these years?
          
          No, this can’t be true.
          
          This isn’t true.
          
          I couldn’t breathe.
          
          My vision blurred, the walls around me closing in. I felt trapped, suffocated, drowning in a whirlpool of panic and fear.
          
          “Adaa.” 
          
          I barely registered the voice. My chest heaved as I gasped for air, but it wasn’t enough. My legs felt weak, my body teetering on the edge of collapse.
          
          And then, warmth.
          
          Strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me into a protective embrace. The pressure of his hold wasn’t suffocating—it was grounding. It was safe.
          
          “Breathe.” His voice was soft yet firm, a steady anchor in the storm raging inside me. “Breathe, Adaa. Breathe and calm down.”
          
          His words pierced through the fog of panic, a lifeline pulling me back to reality. My chest heaved again, and slowly, I managed to take a shaky breath. 
          
          Then another. 
          
          The world started to steady, the suffocating grip around my throat loosening.
          
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