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Viransh's POV:-
Today I spoke to Noor very rudely, but it was important to attend the meeting. I even called all the group members because everyone had to be present—every fvcking member. I am the ruler of this underworld. The Mafia King. The unknown shark. I have always been the head of Crimson Cartel, and this meeting was happening because of that fvcker, Marco Bellini.
Many women have been sold like vegetables in a market. I had warned him many times, but that dumb idiot never listened to me. He was secretly selling women and young girls, and I was always against women trafficking. Crimson Cartel has always stood against it. Eighty-five percent of the mafia groups never do it, but that fifteen percent still does. We even have a deal for the safety of our identities that we will never bring mafia fights into the corporate world. No one needs to know who the real owners of Crimson Cartel are. Crimson Cartel includes Devank, Rudraksh, Rajveer, Arnav, Aarav, and Dhruv.
I called all of them immediately from their work—from Mumbai to Paris—and they all came without a second thought. The meeting was in the private ward of Le Noir Lounge, the same bar where Diya once went. I was damn sure that Marco Bellini could even kidnap women from here. The last time in Hyderabad, when we had a meeting, Noor and her friend tried protecting people. I still remember Noor fainting. She was unconscious in my arms, and I kept trying to make her regain consciousness, but she didn’t wake up.
I came out of my thoughts when Marco Bellini spoke.
“Perché mi fermi sempre, Viransh?”
(Why do you always stop us, Viransh?)
I looked at him without blinking and replied,
“Perché le donne sono una forma di dea. Nessun essere umano merita di essere venduto.”
(Because women are a form of goddess. No human deserves to be sold.)
He smirked and said,
“E perché dovrei ascoltarti?”
(And why should I listen to you?)
Aarav stood up immediately.
“Perché lui è il Re della Mafia.”
(Because he is the Mafia King.)
Dhruv, clearly irritated, added,
“Tu sei solo una parte dell’Underworld. Non lo governi. Firma i documenti.”
(You are just a part of the underworld. You don’t rule it. Sign the paperwork.)
I don’t know why Dhruv was so irritated. He is usually chaotic yet calm when it comes to business matters, but today his anger was visible.
Suddenly, a loud boom echoed in the room. Before we could react, armed men stormed in and multiple women were dragged right in front of us. My breath stopped when I spotted her. Diya was unconscious. They had fainted her.
Marco Bellini walked straight toward her as if none of us were even there. He bent down and removed her jacket. My palms folded into fists in anger. Before I could speak, Devank’s voice thundered across the room.
“Non osare toccare mia sorella!”
(Don’t you dare touch my sister!)
Rajveer stepped forward with equal fury.
“Stai nel tuo limite, Marco Bellini!”
(Stay in your fvcking limits, Marco Bellini!)
Rudraksh’s jaw tightened as he warned,
“Non dimenticare il tuo posto, Marco Bellini.”
(Never forget your place, Marco Bellini.)
Arnav, usually silent, spoke in a dangerously calm tone.
“Non osare toccare la futura Regina della Mafia.”
(Don’t you dare touch the future Mafia Queen.)
Dhruv looked at him with a chill expression and said,
“Togli le tue mani flirty dalla mia migliore amica o non sai cosa ti farà quando si sveglierà.”
(Take your flirty hands off my best friend or you don’t know what she’ll do to you once she regains consciousness.)
They all spoke almost at the same time, their voices overlapping in anger and warning, but Marco Bellini ignored every single one of them. He acted as if he wasn’t scared of Crimson Cartel anymore and continued removing her jacket.
That was the moment I felt something snap inside me. I stepped forward, my voice low but filled with deadly rage.
“Stai lontano dalla mia donna.”
(Stay away from my woman.)
Everyone paused for a second.
Before anything else could happen, another blast shook the entire room. The sound rang in my ears, and I felt my vision blur. My eyes started closing, and the last thing I saw before darkness consumed me was Diya lying there unconscious while chaos surrounded us.
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At the massive docks of Port of Le Havre, the night was alive with movement. Tons of shipments were scheduled to leave under the cover of darkness. Containers stood in endless rows—some filled with goods, weapons, and contraband, while others hid a far darker truth.
Inside a few of those steel boxes were women.
Girls.
Their hands tied, bodies cramped, breaths shallow. They were meant to be shipped away like cargo, hidden between legal goods, their screams swallowed by the sea.
But one container was different.
Inside it sat the members of Crimson Cartel, calm, composed, and fully prepared. Among them were a few women they had already rescued. In one corner, Diya lay unconscious, curled up peacefully as if the world outside didn't exist. A jacket was carefully draped over her, shielding her from the cold metal floor. She looked unafraid, untouched by chaos.
A pair of ocean-blue eyes watched her constantly.
Viransh.
Crimson Cartel members were never caught off guard. They already knew this night would unfold exactly like this. The raid, the containers, the trap—it was all calculated. What Viransh didn't know, what he never saw coming, was Diya getting caught in the middle of it all. His plan was simple: reach the port where Marco Bellini was transporting women, then force the other mafia groups to shut him down completely and bring everything under control.
Diya was never supposed to be here.
The mood inside the container, however, was oddly... normal.
Aarav sat casually, munching on a frankie he had stuffed into his pocket earlier. Between bites, he spoke,
(Aarav be like:- duniya gai bhaad me food is important aarav is male version of ur author guys "sniffing")
"Bhai... why did bhabhi come to the pub?"
The word bhabhi made Viransh snap his head toward him instantly. One eyebrow lifted in pure warning.
Rudraksh, sipping water like this was a road trip, spoke casually,
"Of course we know, bhai. She's our bhabhi maa. Of course you love her—and we all know it."
They were absurdly well-prepared. Food, water, everything. Crimson Cartel never compromised on food, even during an operation. Everyone had something in their hands. If someone walked in, they'd think this was a family picnic, not a mafia ambush. All seven of them were unusually chill.
Dhruv, sounding bored as he stuffed shawarma into his mouth, added,
"And I even know the obsession you have with her, bhaiya."
Devank gasped dramatically, wiping imaginary tears.
"Hawww, Vir! You're cheating on me with my sister? So cheap of you!"
Arnav chuckled quietly while adjusting his position and asked calmly,
"Bhaiya, we asked why was bhabhi maa here?"
Rajveer's tone turned sharp, protective.
"I won't tolerate it if anyone dares to touch my sister."
Viransh rolled his eyes before speaking. "Bhai, tu ladka hai. And even if you want to, you can't give birth. Stop your drama. I'm loyal to Noor."
The container went silent for a brief second before faint smirks appeared on their faces.
Viransh then looked at Devank and Rajveer and spoke, "By the way, I know why my brothers are calling her bhabhi or bhabhi maa... but you both—why are you calling her your sister?"
Devank and Rajveer answered at the same time, raw pain evident in their voices. "She's just like Pranati."
They looked at each other, and the air inside the container stiffened instantly. The joking atmosphere vanished. Devank inhaled deeply before continuing, though his tone still tried to carry its usual lightness.
"She's like our Pranati. She remembers us... she calls us the same names unknowingly—Dev bhaiyya and Raj bhai. We couldn't protect Pranati... but that doesn't mean we won't protect Diya."
Pranati was ten years old when they lost her. Diya and Pranati were the same age. Pranati was kidnapped for trafficking. Someone forced her, tortured her, and killed her. They found her body in the worst condition imaginable. That day broke something inside all of them.
And from that day forward, they decided they would never let anything happen to another girl again.
With that unspoken truth hanging in the air, the mood shifted. Jokes faded. Focus returned. One by one, they stood up, ready to execute the plan they had waited for.
The container door creaked open slowly.
And Crimson Cartel stepped out into the night.
The moment the members of Crimson Cartel stepped out of the container, the reality of the port struck them like a storm.
Small girls were being dragged across the dockyard.
Some were injected with drugs. Others were being forced to take steroids so their fragile bodies would look older—so they could be sold at higher prices. Their cries were weak. Their eyes hollow. They were being punished for crimes they never committed.
Hell without sin.
Viransh's jaw hardened.
Across the dock stood Marco Bellini. For a split second, shock flashed across his face at the sight of them—but he masked it quickly with a mocking smirk.
He spread his arms slightly and spoke in fake innocence.
"Viransh, lo sai che sono innocente. Queste donne sono venute al bar da sole. È colpa loro. Io le ho solo prese per il mio profitto."
(Viransh, you know I'm innocent. These women came to the bar on their own. It's their mistake. I just kidnapped them for my profit.)
Viransh smirked.
And Marco smirked back.
In the blink of an eye, Marco lunged forward and stabbed Viransh.
The blade pierced flesh.
But Viransh didn't even flinch.
Neither did the other members.
They were trained for worse. Pain was an old companion. The wound was nothing more than a shallow scar.
Viransh slowly looked down at the knife, then back at Marco.
His voice turned cold. Deadly.
"Chiunque voglia andarsene può farlo adesso."
(If anyone wants to step out, they can leave right now.)
Silence fell.
Then movement began.
Viransh's loyal men—who had been working undercover within the port—started stepping away from Marco's side. They had already convinced many of the bodyguards by speaking nothing but facts about trafficking, about loyalty, about the inevitable fall of those who cross Crimson Cartel.
One by one, men switched sides.
Only a handful remained with Marco.
That was enough.
Devank had already positioned himself at a high corner of the port, sniper steady, breath controlled. His eyes were sharp, calculating wind speed and distance like second nature.
Arnav and Rajveer moved forward in sync, guns raised, bullets slicing through the night air with brutal precision.
Aarav and Dhruv looked almost bored.
They weren't even using guns.
They were stabbing guards like they were swatting mosquitoes.
Dhruv twisted his blade into a man's shoulder and muttered in fury,
"Per colpa vostra ho lasciato la mia farfalla lì. È arrabbiata con me."
(Because of you fvckers, I left my butterfly there. She's angry with me.)
Aarav glanced at him and, in English, mocked dramatically, "Awwwwww, Piya is hurt because of our Dhruv."
Dhruv rolled his eyes and shoved another blade into a guard's abdomen without emotion.
Chaos swallowed the docks.
Gunshots. Screams. The smell of salt and blood mixing in the air.
Somewhere in the middle of the fight, Marco slipped away.
Viransh noticed too late.
His eyes darkened.
He shot the last man standing near him and moved forward—then he saw him.
The same guard.
The one who had dared to touch Diya.
The man was the one carrying her earlier.
Viransh grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against a container, punching him brutally across the face. Blood splattered. The guard tried to beg, but Viransh's fury was louder.
"Hai osato toccare la mia donna."
(You dared to touch my woman.)
Another punch.
"Hai osato respirare la stessa aria che respira lei."
(You dared to even breathe the same air as hers.)
His voice cracked—not with weakness, but with rage.
"È così fragile... è così innocente... e tu hai osato toccarla?"
(She's so fragile... she's so innocent... and you dared to touch her?)
Viransh pulled out his knife.
Every weapon they carried was pitch black, carved with the initials CC – Shark.
Without hesitation, he plunged the blade straight into the man's throat.
The guard collapsed instantly.
Dead on the spot.
By the time Viransh stood up, blood staining his hands, the rest of the port had fallen silent. The fight was over.
Bodies lay scattered.
The sea breeze carried the aftermath.
Dhruv had walked toward the shore side of the port. He wiped his blade on a fallen man's jacket and called out loudly, his tone almost bored despite the massacre behind him.
"Bhaiyyaaa."
His voice carried across the docks so Viransh could hear him clearly.
And the sea witnessed it all.
Viransh's POV
For the first time in years...
I felt my breath getting knocked out of my lungs.
Because my Angel was sleeping peacefully.
And that fvcker, Marco Bellini, was standing there with a knife hovering near her face.
A few of his injured guards were still alive, forming a weak circle around him like dying rats protecting their last piece of pride.
Dev's jaw was clenched so tight I could see the vein in his neck. Raj's eyes had turned blood red. Aarav, Arnav, and Rudra had stiffened completely. Dhruv, however, stood there with a bored expression that I couldn't understand.
He cares for his best friend.
So why did he look so calm?
Marco smirked and spoke in English this time, his voice mocking.
"Viransh, let us do our work... or else you'll lose your woman today."
Before I could even react, Dhruv spoke casually, his tone lazy, almost uninterested.
"I don't have anything against you, Marco. I just want to give you a dare."
Everyone turned to look at him.
Marco frowned, irritated. "What's that?"
Dhruv chuckled softly.
"Just wake her up from her beauty sleep... and kill her. Just do it. Trust me."
My vision darkened instantly.
"What the fvck is wrong with you, Dhruv Rajvanshi?!" I snapped.
He ignored me.
"I'll protect you from Vir bhai," Dhruv added casually to Marco.
Marco laughed lightly. "Looks like your brother is more intelligent than you, Viransh Rajvanshi."
The next second—
A bucket of water was splashed over her.
Her clothes were drenched. Her red blouse clung to her skin. She jerked awake abruptly, breathing uneven.
Dhruv casually pulled out a roll from his pocket and started eating it as if we weren't standing in the middle of a blood-soaked dockyard.
"Very bad move, Marco," he said between bites. "You should have woken her up with love."
Diya's head snapped toward Dhruv.
Her eyes.
They weren't soft.
They weren't confused.
They were dark.
Angry.
Dhruv raised his brows slightly. "Stop throwing daggers at me. That guy holding the blade? He touched your waist and said he'd sell you as a sex worker."
Her head snapped toward the guard instantly.
Slowly, she stood up, holding her head for balance.
The air shifted.
She looked at Dhruv again and said mockingly, "After this... I need to talk to you, Moon."
The word Moon left her lips with sarcasm.
My eyes widened when she leaned back against a container and asked softly, almost lazily, "Did you really touch me?"
How could she sound so bored right now?
For a second, I felt like Dhruv and Diya were twins. The same calm madness. The same dangerous stillness before a storm. Dhruv was casually eating as if he were watching a movie, not standing in the middle of blood and chaos.
Marco smirked. "Yes. By the way, you're hot. If you spend one night with me, maybe I'll spare you."
That was it.
I was about to move.
But Dhruv grabbed my hand tightly and shouted dramatically, "By the way, Vir bhai ki jaan! He does women trafficking!"
Diya slowly turned toward Marco.
And smiled.
The next second, her leg came up with brutal precision, kicking him where the sun doesn't shine. Marco collapsed forward in pain. The remaining guards rushed toward her, but she grabbed a nearby knife and moved with terrifying speed. One blade went straight into a throat. Another into a stomach. She fought like she had done this a thousand times.
I stood frozen.
Marco looked as shocked as I felt.
"What do you think?" she spat, stabbing another man. "That a woman is a toy you'll sell? How dare you touch me? No man has ever touched me—and you used my unconsciousness?"
There was engine oil nearby. Marco was already bleeding from a stab wound in his stomach. Diya grabbed the oil, poured it over his palms, and without hesitation, set them on fire.
His screams echoed across the port.
The flames reflected in her eyes.
"No one walks away after touching me in the wrong way," she said coldly.
She was drenched—water, sweat, and now blood splattered across her clothes.
Fresh guards came running from other containers. We were already prepared to shield her, but before we could even step forward, she picked up a sound-suppressed sniper rifle—VSS Vintorez—loaded with multiple rounds.
She began shooting.
One bullet after another—straight between the eyebrows.
Not a single shot missed.
When the bullets were exhausted, she poured engine oil over the fallen bodies and lit them on fire.
"Karma is a bitch," she said calmly. "And today... I'm your karma."
She turned on her heel. Her waist chain shimmered under the dock lights, her drenched blouse outlining her curves. She picked up a small knife as if it were just an accessory.
We were all still recovering from the first shock.
Then she walked toward us.
Toward me.
But in the next second, she grabbed Dhruv by his collar and pulled him forward. No one dared to stop her. The sharp edge of her knife rested right above his heart.
"Piya ko kyu chhoda?" she demanded coldly.
Dhruv laughed nervously. "Because I like Pihu... or Varsha... or—"
"Arey paagal, I'll be dead!" Dhruv quickly added when he saw the knife press harder against his chest.
Diya's eyes didn't soften. Not even a little.
"I want the truth," she said coldly. "And what did you do with that fvcker Naksh?"
Dhruv exhaled slowly. "Yash uncle."
She moved slightly, letting him speak.
"Yash uncle asked me to leave Piya."
She frowned. "But he agreed, right?"
"Yes. In the beginning. But when Piya was kidnapped, he was Tarun Shikavat. He wanted me on my knees because Vir bhai would do anything for us. And my weakness... was Piya."
While he spoke, Diya calmly lit a cigarette.
I blinked.
Does she smoke?
Dhruv continued, voice steady but heavy. "I would have gone on my knees for her. But Yash uncle wanted a simple life for Piya. I just wanted her safety. So I left. I stayed in contact only with you, Diya, to know about her. I knew you'd never break your friendship with me. I know you trust me."
He smiled bitterly.
Diya took another puff and handed the cigarette to him. He took slow drags, and for a moment it looked like two old, long-lost friends sitting in the middle of ruins.
"But why didn't you tell Piya? Or at least me?" Diya asked, disappointment clear in her tone. "We could have sorted it out. Because of you, that innocent girl lost her light for one whole year."
Dhruv huffed out smoke. "Yash uncle told me to break her heart as much as I could... so she wouldn't yearn for me. And I did. But my butterfly never left my side. And I hate myself for that."
Diya walked aside, washing her blood-stained hands with water from a leaking pipe.
Dhruv's voice began shaking. I was stunned. After the age of ten, he had never cried.
"I shouldn't have left," he whispered. "Meri Piya badal gayi. She lost her charm. I should have stayed. I should have protected her. I hurt her."
He broke.
Dhruv Rajvanshi fell to his knees and hugged Diya tightly, hiding his face in the crook of her neck like a child.
"Diyu... mujhe nahi jaana chahiye tha..."
Everyone stood frozen.
Diya simply placed her hand on his head and patted him gently, like a mother calming her child.
"Bas beta," she murmured softly. "Jitna rona tha ro liya. Ab aur nahi roega. And you won't let Piya cry again. I'll handle Yash uncle. She's already angry at you."
He sniffed and hugged her tighter before finally pulling away.
His eyes were red.
They both stood up.
I stepped forward and hugged him firmly. "You're strong," I told him quietly. "And Piya is even stronger."
One by one, the others joined in.
And for a moment—
The Crimson Cartel wasn't a mafia.
We were just brothers.
Diya's POV
After the hugging session ended, I deliberately ignored Ansh and walked ahead with the others, keeping my expression neutral. My heart was anything but calm, but I refused to let him see that. Not after everything.
There were so many innocent women inside that building. The thought of what could have happened to them made my stomach twist. Unfortunately, that monster had died in the fire. A part of me burned with anger because if he had survived, I would have personally handed him over to those women. They deserved justice. They deserved closure.
But something else was bothering me.
How did they all get here?
I slowed down slightly and looked at the group. "By the way, guys... how come you're all here? And how did you know he was involved in illegal work?"
Dhruv smirked — that irritating, all-knowing smirk of his. He looked like he had been waiting for this question.
Before he could answer, Ansh spoke.
"We were in the same pub you were in, Noor. And for the business meeting... they all came to Paris."
I didn't even turn toward him.
I'm not a foolish child. I know all his official meetings. I'm aware of his schedules.
Then what was this?
Something wasn't adding up.
"Oh... okay, sir," I muttered quietly.
Sir.
The word tasted bitter, but I forced it out. I don't want to trust men anymore. Every time I start believing, something shatters. He's hiding something. I can feel it. But I won't force him to tell me. I won't beg for honesty.
I'm fine like this.
Just his employee.
He reached out, probably to hold my arm, but I stepped aside before he could touch me. I looked at him directly this time — calm, composed, professional.
"Let's go, sir. It's quite late."
I saw him reaching for a jacket, probably to give it to me.
"Dhruv, give me your jacket," I said instead.
That traitor smirked. "Arey, Vir bhai will give it, Diyu. I won't. I'm cold."
Cold? This man bathes with cold water even in winters claiming he feels hot.
Nice acting.
I silently snatched the jacket from him anyway. As I turned, my eyes accidentally met Ansh's.
His blue orbs held something that made my breath hitch.
Hurt.
Pure, unfiltered hurt.
For a second, guilt washed over me. Maybe I was being too harsh. Maybe—
No.
I swallowed my emotions and quietly followed the others.
Ansh's guards were busy rescuing the remaining women. The scene was chaotic, but under control.
Then suddenly, Arnav looked at me and asked gently, "Bhabhi maa, are you fine?"
I blinked.
Bhabhi maa?
Why is he calling me that?
Before I could question it, Aarav — the chaotic twin — grinned mischievously. "Don't be surprised, bhabhi. We know something something is happening between you and Vir bhai."
My eyes widened in shock. I immediately glared at Ansh.
He looked completely unfazed. As if this was normal.
Rudra joined in with a dramatic sigh. "Waise bhabhi maa, aap bhai se gussa ho na? Jaldi maaf mat karna unhe."
And then my so-called best friend added fuel to the fire. "Arey bhabhi, itna kya soch rahi ho? Future mein bhabhi toh aap hi banogi na!"
I hit him on the arm.
I was too stunned to even form proper words.
Dev bhaiyya dramatically placed a hand on his chest. "Haan bhabhi, he cheated on me with you."
Rajveer shook his head as if heartbroken. "It's okay, bhabhi. You stole my jiju. My bhai's husband."
I just stared at them.
Speechless.
These were supposed to be high-profile, sophisticated men?
Devank — a criminal lawyer.
Rudraksh — a Professor who owned multiple restaurants and worked with RJ Industries.
Arnav — a respected doctor.
Aarav — who handled an entire security company.
Dhruv — from the fashion sector.
Rajveer — a well-known interior designer and builder.
And this was how they behaved?
I accidentally muttered my thoughts out loud.
They all burst into laughter.
Unbelievable.
Shaking my head, I walked ahead as we finally left for Ansh's villa in Paris. I still wasn't speaking to him. Not a single word beyond what was necessary.
But as I sat silently in the car, staring out at the Paris lights passing by...
A small, traitorous smile formed on my lips.
No matter how much I tried to stay distant...
They felt like home.
Piya's POV
Over the past few days, Nyx and I had formed an unexpected but beautiful bond. What had started as cautious curiosity had slowly turned into attachment — deep, comforting attachment. He followed me to the office every single day now, padding behind me like he belonged there.
And honestly?
He did.
I loved my baby panther. He was such a cutie. Adorable beyond words. A giant kitten trapped in the body of a fierce predator. With me, he was soft. Gentle. Clingy even. We had our meals together, and sometimes he would simply rest his massive head on my lap, his warm breath fanning against my skin as he drifted off to sleep.
He snuggled into my arms like he weighed nothing, even though he was anything but light.
Right now, he was roaming around my office floor while the staff and my colleagues watched him from a very safe distance. Their fear was visible. Some stood stiffly. Some avoided eye contact.
Nyx, on the other hand, walked with quiet authority — calm, controlled, intimidating.
He never showed his adorable side outside the penthouse. In public, he was stoic. Protective. Almost royal.
It was almost lunchtime, so I leaned back in my chair and called out softly, "Baby, Nyx... come here."
The transformation was instant.
He came running toward me like an oversized kitten, his paws hitting the marble floor with soft thuds. Despite his size, he moved gracefully. He stopped in front of me and sat down like a guard on duty — straight-backed, alert, eyes scanning the surroundings.
I chuckled at his serious expression. "Come on, baby. Let's go have lunch."
He rose immediately and walked beside me as we headed to the cafeteria. As usual, special chefs had been arranged — by a certain someone — only for me. The thought made me exhale softly.
It had been four days since that night.
And just yesterday, I had a long conversation with Diya. She seemed upset. Restless. She even threatened me to tell her the whole truth. And I did.
I told her everything.
A low, dangerous growl suddenly snapped me out of my thoughts.
I looked up sharply.
Nyx had stopped eating midway. His food bowl still half full. His body was rigid, muscles tense, green eyes locked onto someone ahead.
I followed his gaze.
Varsha.
She stood frozen near the entrance of the cafeteria, staring at Nyx as if she had seen a ghost.
"What happened, ma'am?" I asked calmly.
She blinked, then nearly exploded. "What the hell is Nyx doing here?!"
I frowned, confused. "He comes here daily... umm, what's the problem?"
She stared at me like I had lost my mind. "Don't you know? He doesn't allow anyone to touch him. No one other than Dhruv can control him."
My eyes widened slightly.
Then why does Nyx let me touch him?
Why does he sleep in my arms?
Why does he follow me everywhere?
I glanced at Nyx. He was still glaring at Varsha, his growl low and threatening.
"Ma'am, he won't harm anyone," I said firmly.
"How do you know?" she shot back.
Nyx hadn't resumed eating. His attention was fully on her.
"Nyx," I called in a stern voice.
Instantly, he lowered his head.
I smiled softly. "See? He won't do anything."
I patted his head gently.
Varsha's jaw tightened. "Of course he listens. Dhruv trained him. It's only for a short while."
She stepped forward and extended her hand to pat him.
Before her hand could even touch his fur, Nyx growled again — louder this time.
A warning.
I couldn't help it.
A small, satisfied smirk appeared on my lips.
I resumed eating my food calmly while Varsha withdrew her hand, clearly annoyed.
Later that evening, we returned home. The house felt quiet and peaceful. I changed into comfortable clothes and decided to watch a movie.
We put on 777 Charlie.
Bad idea.
The movie was emotional — painfully emotional. It showed the loyalty of a pet, the unconditional love, the silent understanding. And before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face.
I turned to look at Nyx.
My baby.
Suddenly, a terrifying thought struck me.
One day... he'll also leave.
The idea shattered something inside me.
I wrapped my arms tightly around his huge neck and cried into his fur. "You won't leave me, right?" I whispered brokenly.
As if understanding every word, Nyx shifted closer and gently patted my back with his massive paw.
Slow. Careful. Comforting.
I laughed through my tears. "Baby, we'll trouble Dhruv once he comes back, okay?"
Nyx pulled back slightly.
And I swear —
He smirked.
Then he gave a small nod.
I narrowed my eyes playfully. "That's my boy."
After a while, exhaustion took over. I wiped my tears, cuddled against his warm body, and we both drifted off to sleep.
My giant, dangerous panther.
And my safest place.
Diya's POV
As we reached the villa, I was still upset. I didn't want to talk to him. Not today. Not after everything.
So I did what any emotionally mature person would do — I ignored my problems and wandered into the garden.
The night air was cool, the lights soft, the whole place looking like something out of a dream. But my head? Absolute chaos.
And before I could even finish overthinking, I was suddenly pulled into a corner.
My breath hitched.
I looked up — and there he was.
A whole beast of a man. 6'8. Towering. Intimidating. Those piercing blue orbs staring straight into my soul.
I struggled against his grip.
"Leave me," I hissed, but he didn't budge.
His jaw tightened.
"Noor—"
Before he could finish, a familiar voice cut in like divine intervention.
"Diyaaa!"
I smirked.
"Moon," I said sweetly.
Yes, I call him that just to tease him. He hates it. Which makes it even better. I giggled at my own thoughts.
He walked toward us confidently, that usual winning aura around him. But the second he looked at me — really looked at me — something changed.
His expression shifted.
That signature smirk appeared. Teasing. Dangerous. Annoying.
Why do these people smirk so much? Is it in their DNA or what?
I mentally huffed.
Dhruv clapped his hands suddenly.
"Ummm... Diya, I'm bored. Let's play Truth and Dare."
I was already in a bored mood. And honestly? I know all his secrets. But fine. Entertainment is entertainment.
I nodded.
He smiled and looked at Ansh. "Bhai, will you also join?"
Ansh didn't even hesitate. He shook his head. "No."
He started leaving.
But just before he did... he looked at me.
Straight into my eyes.
And for the first time... I saw something there.
Hurt.
And maybe... guilt.
It hit me unexpectedly. A small pang in my heart.
Why?
Why did that look bother me?
Before I could decode it, he turned and left without saying anything.
Now we were all sitting in the living room area. The sofas formed a large square, and we sat on the carpet between them.
Certain someone — the 6'8 laptop king — was working on his laptop like the world depended on it.
Not that I looked at him.
I absolutely did not look at him.
Definitely not.
Ansh sat behind me on the sofa. I knew he could hear everything. Every word. Every laugh.
All of them were there.
All men.
And me.
Yet... I never once felt uncomfortable. Not even for a second.
Because they never made the environment like that.
And that realization made me smile softly.
The game started.
The bottle spun.
It stopped at Dhruv.
The other end pointed at me.
I smirked.
Aarav grinned. "Bhabhi, you ask him."
"Truth or Dare?" I asked sweetly.
"Truth."
Of course he chose truth. He knows if he picks dare and I'm involved, he's dead.
"I know all his secrets," I announced dramatically. "You guys ask the questions. If he lies, I'll expose him."
Aarav didn't waste a second. "Did you have sex?"
I choked on my own breath.
"WHAT?" I burst out laughing. These people have zero filter.
Dhruv rolled his eyes. "Nope. I'm not like you all."
Somewhere deep inside, a strange pang hit me.
Did he?
No.
Why am I even thinking about that?
Focus, Diya.
Next spin — Aarav.
Dhruv leaned forward with evil intent. "How many women have you dated? And... had sex with?"
I blinked.
They are WAY too comfortable with these topics.
"Only one question at a time," Aarav protested dramatically. "How many I dated? Six or seven."
He leaned back casually. "Now I'm dating the eighth one."
My eyes widened.
Damn. Playboy alert.
He pointed at me. "I'm a playboy, bhabhi. Don't judge."
I blinked. "Wait... was I speaking out loud?"
They all chuckled.
Arnav laughed. "Bhabhi ma, your expressions are telling everything."
I huffed. "Shut up and continue."
The game went on.
Dev bhaiya spoke about his first love — soft smile, nostalgic eyes.
Rajveer bhai confessed how he used to sneak out during college just to meet his "fineshit." I almost fell over laughing.
Arnav? A genuine innocent child. I could see it clearly.
Dhruv and Aarav? Mysterious disasters.
Rudra admitted he used to hate women before. Interesting.
Forty-five minutes passed.
And still...
Certain someone remained unfazed.
Working. Typing. Pretending not to care.
But when the bottle finally stopped at me...
I felt it.
His gaze.
Burning.
The questions came in rapid fire.
Arnav: "Bhabhi ma, did you ever have a boyfriend?"
Rudra: "Did you ever have a crush?"
Aarav: "What about your first kiss?"
Dhruv: "Bhabhiiii, are you still single?"
Dev bhaiya: "Did you date anyone in school?"
Rajveer bhai: "Did you ever sneak out during school or college?"
All of them talking at once.
And through all that noise...
I felt those blue eyes on me.
Intense.
Unblinking.
Out of all questions, Rajveer bhai's was the only logical one.
I huffed.
Alright then.
I spoke in a calm voice, trying to sound composed even though they were all attacking me at once.
"Umm... you people said one question at a time, right?"
Aarav immediately leaned forward with that irritating grin of his. "Rules changed. Now we can ask as many questions as we want."
Excuse me??? Since when do rules change mid-game? These people have zero integrity.
I straightened my back and said confidently, "Fine. I'm choosing dare."
Winning.
For a whole two seconds, I felt victorious.
And then it hit me.
How did I forget that this fvcker is present here?
Dhruv.
Of course he wouldn't let me win that easily. He looked at me like he had just unlocked a villain achievement and said, "I dare you to answer all the questions."
Silence.
I blinked at him.
This idiot.
He literally used my own trick against me.
I huffed, defeated, glaring at him while the rest of them burst into laughter.
Great.
Now I had to answer everything.
"Dhruv, I hate you."
He placed his hand dramatically over his heart and smiled. "Awwww... I love you too, babygirl."
I rolled my eyes and ignored him. Idiot.
I took a breath and started. "Yes. I had a boyfriend."
My mood instantly soured.
Dhruv's expression changed immediately. He knew. One look at him and I signaled with my eyes — don't. He understood his mistake. He knew I never liked talking about my ex. Especially not like this.
I continued before anyone could dig into that topic. "I had a crush in school."
I clapped softly. "Awwww guys, have you ever heard a proper crush story?"
They all nodded sheepishly, suddenly very invested.
"Okay. Don't forget your questions now, okay?"
I adjusted myself and continued. "So his name was Vihaan. He was from another section but same class. And he was the school ka naukar."
They burst out laughing.
"You know... those discipline leader type boys? Always acting like mini principals? Yeah. He was one of those."
"Suddenly I felt something shift beside me."
I glanced slightly and saw those familiar blue orbs.
I cleared my throat and continued.
"We were in 5th class. I first met him on Children's Day during assembly. We didn't have any duties that day. He was the tallest among the boys... and I was the tallest in the whole class."
I flipped my hair dramatically.
"We were both in Yellow House. He was talking to his friend and somehow we became friends that day."
"After that, he started coming to my classroom regularly just to talk to me. And I used to ignore him."
Aarav frowned. "Why, bhabhi?"
I sighed. "Look, I was really scared of my dad. If he had found out about all this, he would have killed me. That's why I stayed away from him."
"At that time, this whole school dating thing was very new to me. So I kept my distance. But he... he used to follow me everywhere saying 'Diya, Diya, Diya.'"
I smiled faintly at the memory.
"And one day, just before Christmas vacation, he stopped me in the line while we were leaving school. Since he was a discipline leader, he used to check students before dismissal."
"He told me, 'You're ignoring me, that's why I stopped you.'"
"My mouth literally touched the ground listening to his childish complaint."
They laughed again.
"I bribed him with a chocolate. And he happily let me go."
"After Christmas vacation, I thought I'd behave normally with him. But he changed. Completely. He stopped talking to me. Didn't even look at me."
"And I also became distant. I'm actually an introvert... I just pretend to be extrovert."
I shrugged lightly.
"I never told anyone about my little crush. No one knew until 10th class. I'm very good at hiding my emotions."
"Then COVID happened. Lockdowns and everything. When school reopened in 10th class, five whole years had passed. In those five years, we never spoke. Not once."
"He didn't even glance at me. And I just hoped... at least one eye contact."
I looked down for a second and then continued.
"In 10th, I thought he had left the state because he was originally from Karnataka and stayed in Hyderabad. But then I saw him again."
I smiled faintly. "He was taller. More handsome. He was cute, okay? I used to just steal glances. That's it."
I finished speaking.
Arnav leaned forward curiously. "Did you ever tell him this, bhabhi?"
"Ummmm..." I started, but Dhruv began laughing in between.
I glared at him. "Shut up and let me speak."
I continued, "It was a different kind of proposal, okay? My Instagram account was logged in on my friends' phones. And the biggest mistake I made in school was telling them about Vihaan."
I shook my head at the memory. "Somehow they all became friends with him. I still don't know how. But they did. Till 7th class the ignoring game was going on between us."
"During COVID, they got closer to him and kept suggesting that I propose. But I never did."
I crossed my arms. "So one of my friends, Sana, proposed to him from my account. She wrote how I was obsessed with him and all that nonsense."
The boys reacted loudly.
"And later he replied that he wasn't interested in me."
I shrugged lightly. "And honestly? I was more than happy."
Dhruv leaned forward. "Miss, you're missing details."
I huffed in irritation. "Fine."
"So after that proposal drama, the next day was Sunday. Then school started again. That year our uniforms were being changed, so we either wore colored dresses, old uniforms if we had them, or the new ones if issued."
"Usually, I wore colored dresses. But that day, I don't know what was wrong with me, I wore the new uniform."
"Unity Day was being celebrated. When I reached school, I saw him."
I swallowed lightly.
"He was 6'2 in 10th class. I was 5'7. Obviously I had to stand near the back because of height order."
"He was teasing me with his looks. Calling out his friends' names loudly so I could hear. Informing two or three guys about something while looking at me."
"There was a rally outside the school. Boys stood behind girls. I double-checked who was behind me first — someone from my class."
"In front of me was Pallavi. She was Vihaan's friend. Mine too."
"She was in a bad mood and had a cart to hold for the rally. Suddenly she said,"
"Before I could even move, a hand tapped my left shoulder."
I paused.
"I recognized that hand immediately. It was his."
"He took the cart from me."
"Later, when we were back inside school, I was already nervous knowing he was somewhere behind me."
"Then he called Pallavi from my right side. His right hand rested on my right shoulder. And he extended his left hand from my left side."
"I froze."
Rudra almost jumped. "Then? Then what happened, bhabhi?"
I took a deep breath. "Then he placed his left hand on my left shoulder."
I looked straight at them. "He was literally back hugging me."
The boys reacted loudly.
"And after one week... he rejected me."
Silence followed for a second.
Rudra shook his head dramatically. "Your life was better than ours."
I smiled sheepishly.
"Now coming to the rest of your stupid questions," I continued, looking at Dhruv. "Yes, I'm single. Of course."
"In school, I never dated."
"Sneaking out? Never out of school. But I used to bunk classes and go to the ground to avoid math."
They laughed.
"And in 11th and 12th... yes, I bunked properly."
Aarav leaned back with that devilish smirk. I knew it. I absolutely knew what he was going to ask next.
"So," he dragged dramatically, "what about your first kiss, bhabhiiii?"
I immediately looked down, feeling all their eyes on me. "I have had my first kiss."
The teasing whistles started instantly.
I spoke quickly before they could exaggerate it. "And that's all you need to know."
"Now shut up and continue the game."
Dhruv suddenly looked toward him. "Vir bhai, will you play now?"
He said"Yes."
Wow.
Great.
THANKYOU PPL SORRY FOR THE INCONVIENCE
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