The roar of speeding cars echoed along the highway. It felt like something monumental was about to happen, but no one knew that the devil himself was on the hunt tonight.
A man dressed in a sharp black three-piece tuxedo was driving his Bugatti at breakneck speed. The veins in his hands were prominent as they gripped the steering wheel, and his fiery eyes gleamed with rage. Anyone could tell by his expression—whoever had dared to make the mistake tonight wouldn't survive to see another day.
As the car skidded to a halt on a deserted bridge, a convoy of luxury cars followed suit, stopping right behind him. The man stepped out of the car, exuding an aura of authority and danger. His gaze fell on the man standing before him—a trembling figure drenched in sweat, his face pale and terrified.
"Kya socha tha? Mujhe dhokha doge aur mujhe pata nahi chalega?" Aashvik Singh Rajput's voice was dangerously calm. (What did you think? That you could betray me, and I wouldn’t find out?)
"Sir... sir, please mujhe maaf kar dijiye. Galti ho gayi. Dobara kabhi nahi hoga," the man stammered, his voice trembling as he begged for mercy. (Sir… sir, please forgive me. It was a mistake. It won’t happen again.)
Aashvik clicked his tongue, his lips curling into a cruel smirk. "Tsk, tsk. Tumne socha meri private information leak karne ki koshish karoge, aur main anjaan rahunga? Tumne mujhe itna bekaar samjha?" (Tsk, tsk. You thought you’d try to leak my private information, and I wouldn’t know? You thought so little of me?)
The man shook his head frantically, his knees buckling under the weight of fear.
Aashvik stepped closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Main woh insaan hoon jo kisi ka saans lena ya chodna khud decide karta hai. Tumhe lagta hai, tum bach jaoge?" (I’m the man who decides whether someone breathes or stops breathing. You think you’ll survive?)
He pulled out his gun, pressing the cold barrel against the man's forehead. His finger hovered over the trigger when suddenly, a voice broke the tension.
"Kya hua tera vaada... woh kasam, woh iraada..."
Aashvik froze, his hand stilling as his ears caught the melody. His head turned sharply toward the source of the voice.
On the other side of the bridge, a girl stood in the dim moonlight, her figure framed by the gentle breeze. She wore a vibrant red anarkali suit that clung delicately to her slender frame. Her hair flowed with the wind, and her green eyes sparkled with unshed tears. Her voice, laced with pain, pierced through Aashvik’s soul.
For the first time in his life, Aashvik Singh Rajput, the feared Mafia King known as Wolf Carlo, felt his heart skip a beat. The gun in his hand lowered slightly as he stared at her, completely captivated.
"Usse nahi pata tha ki jo gaana woh gaa rahi thi, uski awaaz aur uski aankhon ke dard ne ek mafia king ko usse obsessed bana diya tha. Ab woh insan usse apna banane ke liye kuch bhi karne ko tayar tha."
(She didn’t know that her song, her voice, and the pain in her eyes had made a mafia king obsessed with her. Now, this man was ready to do anything to make her his.)
Before Aashvik could say or do anything, another voice called out to the girl.
"Mistii, jaldi chal, late ho raha hai!"
(Mistii, hurry up, we’re getting late!)
Startled, the girl glanced back at her friend, nodded quickly, and hurried away. In her rush, one of her anklets slipped off her foot, falling onto the bridge.
Aashvik's gaze followed her until she disappeared into the night. He slowly bent down, picking up the anklet with a strange intensity in his eyes.
"Yeh ladki meri hai. Iske kareeb koi bhi aaya, toh zinda nahi bachega," he murmured to himself, a dark promise hanging in the air. (This girl is mine. Anyone who comes near her won’t live to see another day.)
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Ishita’s POV
Today, I’m leaving everything behind. Maybe after leaving this place, everything will get better. Lord Krishna, make everything right.
Whenever I close my eyes and pray to Lord Krishna, I feel a little peace, but there’s still a fear in my heart...
We’re heading to the airport… yes, I’m leaving India. Is my decision right? Maybe I’m running away from my past… yes, maybe...
Suddenly, I started feeling suffocated in the cab. I told the driver, “Bhaiya, stop here for a minute. I need some air.”
The driver stopped the cab, and I stepped out for some fresh air. The weather felt lovely, but it seemed like this beauty wasn’t meant for me...
I closed my eyes, feeling the breeze, and tears started streaming down my face.
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Author's POV
Her big, heavy tears flowed as she remembered the happy moments of the past. She sang softly...
"Kya hua tera vaada... woh kasam, woh iraada..."
She opened her eyes, looked up at the sky, and said, “ hey kahna ji, will I ever find the one I’ve been yearning for? Now I’m leaving this place. Lord Krishna, be with me...”
"Mistii, jaldi chal, late ho raha hai!"
Her friend’s voice called out from behind, “Mistii, hurry up, we’re getting late!”
Ishita glanced back and quickly left, unaware that her innocence had left a mark on a man who could either become her pain or her cure—something even she didn’t know..
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