Vasiliev's pov
"--------That's how she has engaged already".
I froze on my spot. Only one thing I could hear and the remaining all went blurry.
She is engaged!
She is engaged?
No. She couldn't.
It can't be true.
I asked my fucking men to collect all the data about her and in no way they could miss such information and I misheard things. This can't be true. She might be lying or the old witch's lying.
She can't be fucking touched neither her fucking finger should have that ring. Or I'll just break her finger. Just the thought of a man touching her finger is making my blood boil. I swear I will not let him live if I even by chance overhear that they touched each other. That will be the last for him and for her-----i don't know what's wrong but she will be bearing the consequences too.
I understand she was engaged before I entered into her life. But that doesn't mean I will take that as an excuse.
If I even have a spec of attraction towards her then I swear he will be buried in a fucking coal mine and his bones will be the next coal. He would die in suffocation.
And....strangely I'm fucking angry at her too though she isn't at much fault. Just thinking of her with someone----I'll kill him and cage her in my room for her all life.
My hands clenched on the armrest as I glare at the floor with new vigor. My hands, my mind is screaming only one thing. Kill someone excitingly. Only that can calm me down. Oh fuck. I feel like dragging her away from here through her hair and owning her in every way.
"Maa". I heard her warning tone. So now she wants me to not know so that I can be played. If I want I can abduct her right now in her house in front of her grandmother and take her across the seas.
"You didn't say me Adhira ------
I trailed and sat back on the chair calmly hiding my every bit of anger. Looking at her side I continued.
------That you were engaged"?
My sentence trailed off as a question at last. Just my last confirmation before I do anything here. She looked a bit uncomfortable and said.
"Yeah". Her eyes cast down to her fingertips as they were playing with each other.
I feel good now.
Knowing that I no more have to act, no more have to wait and no more have to control my range. I can unleash her now. With that putting pressure on my legs I was about to stand up to drag her out when she spoke next.
"B-but. The engagement is if no use".
I didn't continue my further movement as I find this interesting. Is she playing as I assumed? What a new twist. She better speak herself before I do something.
"Why"? I asked her and she looked a little more uncomfortable as she glanced at me and her grandmother and looked down at her fingers again.
I shut my eyes in anger as my jaw clenched. I want her to talk quickly. I'm fucking bad at having patience. If I ever held any patience for someone then it is only her in this whole world. Waiting like a love-sick boy and pursuing her is not my style.
You like her. Then fucking marry her and have a dozen children. That's it.
"B-because. He was dead".
The knot on my brows was released after listening to that.
He is dead already?
I felt as if my body took a cold shower. My anger came down a little bit to the extent I can handle it for some more time.
That means.....there isn't anything right now. She ain't gonna marry him and engagement is already in the air disappearing. What's more now?
She is mine already. And this is the result of anyone butting in our fate...in our destiny.
She is written off for me. And no one can change that. But one fucking thing I regret is he is dead before I kill him. He is no more to die in my hands to quench my anger.
I sighed as I looked forward unknowingly my eyes meeting her grandmother's. My eyes narrowed at her and I must say, my being with Adhira is something she isn't preferring. I can say that. But at the same time, she isn't showing much resistance though there is a little.
"Sorry for that". I spoke to Adhira. Am I sorry? Fucking not. But there is something called formality which I have to do as an act. My jaw tightened a little bit before I lose it. I'm still a little angry over the fact that she was engaged. I wasn't prepared to listen to the thing. The fact that she was already half of someone..... Nope. She is only mine.
I feel fucking irritable staying here after that information. I still have to unleash the animal in me. The revelation about his death cooled me only for a little time but not much. I should leave before I leash out.
"Well. I'll be leaving then".
I stood up from the chair and fixed my suit before I head out. From my peripheral vision, I saw Adhira coming to the door. But I didn't look at her for once and left the place gaining attention from the neighbor people. And this attention is not something I would prefer a lot unless it is from girls.
*****
Taking my lighter out of the drawer I walked to the other side of the table and leaned to it looking out at the city. With my two fingers, I placed the cigarette between my lips and lit it on through my lighter, and admired it. I have a whole bunch of collection lighters though I don't smoke a lot. I only smoke when my mood is too disturbed. Or when I feel that my plans are not the way I planned. Adhira engaging with someone else is not my idea. And my nerves are fucking writhing with the thought of her presenting beautifully in front of another man. I won't be calm until I pluck his eyes out but he is already dead. This is just my misery.
It has been one week neither I saw her nor talked to her. I went on a hunt on my mafia business and I'm happy that three groups of them have already surrendered. But they are just small ones...or I may consider it small because they have already surrendered like weaklings.
But the thing is there are three more powerful mafia here. One is underground and the other one is a mafia himself and a fucking business icon too. I decided to mingle my hands with him rather than defeat him. There is more advantage in this rather than a war. I can take over his business and can rule his world but he is not someone to back down and has the resources to fight me. Moreover, I don't have any loyal ones to hand over the looted business. It is better to be friends with three people. But I didn't get to see the third one. He is fucking hidden. Not a single piece of information, but he is widespread from small shops to drugs import and export. I have to be careful with him.
And about her dead fiance? After coming here I leashed out at my group as they didn't get the right information.
They went into depth by investigating her dead fiance's family and that's when I get to know that it was a spontaneous engagement that happened in their home just by exchanging rings. It was so private that not even neighbors know about their engagement and that too have a very good reason. She doesn't know that she was being played by her fiancee. An innocent girl like her should of course be paired with me to be protected.
Sucking the cigarette I closed my eyes in relaxation as I felt that burning sensation and then slowly I blew it out of my mouth. Again placing the cigarette between my lips I again took in a large inhale and puffed out the smoke skillfully as the smoke spread with a beautiful swaying making curves here and there.
The smoke was thick almost fogging my vision. But soon it came to disappear beautifully and then I....saw her. Her back facing me in her usual white dress with a deep square neck while her hair is swiped to her side. The fitting of her dress showed her clear curves and my concentration is only there. I know this is an illusion. But do I care? This is not my first time though.
She turned back at me in her beautiful epic white dress and her stunning eyes glaring at me which were margined with thick black liner. So fucking beautiful. That eyes....those stunning eyes are mine as they bore into mine. She is all mine. Her eyes, her body, her lips, her seduction, and her heart and mind. Everything belongs to me.
Elegantly and seductively she turned to me as her angle of face was fixed to mine and her silky long hair stood out beautifully in her long white dress. Her lips are in a light pink shade looking so kissable. But my attention is on her eyes at how they are drinking me. Her eyes held so much power of seduction. She took light steps towards me swaying her hips gently but those were not much detailed in her long dress. But the swaying is so fucking beautiful and seductive as she has an aura.
Not soon she reached me and we both were face to face. Yet so beautifully she gave a intoxicating smile to me with a tilt of her neck exposing the other side of her neck as my eyes fell on them only to focus on her eyes again. She continued smiling at me and eyebrowed me by cocking her brows up. She has to do nothing to seduce me. Just a walk from there to here.
She bought her hand up to my face and my eyes looked at her hand. Her palm is white with pinkish color and her fingers are so fucking thin and tall. So fragile and beautiful. Her hand touched my face as I closed my eyes feeling her. Her hand softly caressed my face on my cheek while giving special attention to my closed eyes with her fingertips and next, I feel her hand brushing away from my face. When I feel no more hands I opened my eyes and there is no one. Only me. She isn't here.
I sighed audibly and crushed the cigarette on my desk before throwing it into the dustbin. I no more need it as I already consumed my drug. My Adhira.
I have to make her mine soon. She should be to my fucking side as my wife and soon she will be. Very soon.
Fishing out my phone I dialed her number and put it to my ear.
She picked it up and the beautiful response of hello thought. That's worth hearing.
"Hello". I said in my gruff voice.
*****
Adhira's pov
Tucking my hair back to my ear I took another mug full of water and poured it into the showcase plant. It is a beautiful short plant with wide red and green color spread leaves. We have a garden by our wall and the back yard of our house with flowers and a few vegetable plants at the back. Once I planted a watermelon and gosh we got a big one. But later I plucked it out that plant as it is taking the whole area.
Pushing the bucket a little more forward I watered the Lili plant. The fragrance of this flower is as powerful as Jasmine ones and these both have a tough competition in its fragrance at how much they could be spread. I love both of them.
With my thoughts connected my mind went to the call I got today. Aiden's call. I don't know what's with him. He said he wants to meet me. In some cafes or restaurants. But why would I meet? What is the purpose? I'm sure thankful that he returned my sim card and the image about him improved. But I clearly don't understand why he wants to meet me. I am not good at making new friends neither I want to. If I make a friendship I have to carry it forward which I feel is tiring. And that is why I have only a few friends.
And I'm not at all interested in making friends with him. That too who flies away in the meantime. Thus I rejected his offer about meeting out.
I was still engrossed in thinking if it was good to reject him because now I feel a little guilty but the sound of our gate opening snapped my head in the direction. Immediately setting my chudi (a veil which is a part of the dress) and my hair I came to the yard (courtyard or more clearly known as aangan in Hindi/Urdu) of our house and I'm a little bit surprised to see him here again.
Since I rejected his offer now he came to the footstep of our home? Wow. I think he isn't going to step back until he gets what he wants. Now I even feel he is going to get me to agree using my little bit of unseen guilt.
With a smile, I took a few steps towards him and greeted him while he too came forward with his hands in his pockets. Now instead of being professional, he is a little bit loosen up and leisurely too.
"You remembered the way to our home".
"Not me. But my driver did".
" Oh". He nodded shortly and looked around and then asked.
" What were you doing ".
" I was watering the plants. Want to see them". I asked him and I have too. I don't know how to carry on the conversation for long so these little green beings might help me. He followed me as I showed him our garden. He exhaled looking at it and I feel he is the least bit interested in it until his head snapped at the Jasmine plant. Maybe by smell. It has a powerful fragrance.
" What is this flower called".
" It is Jasmine. It has a wonderful smell".
" Just like you".
My head snapped at him listening to his response. But I looked back at the plant ignoring his statement. I better not give any response or I will be getting more such statements.
The atmosphere felt a little bit different as I felt alarm bells ringing in my ear. I was still looking at the tree when suddenly I felt a hand approaching through my peripherical vision my head whipped to my side and startled with a shriek and stepped back with a hand on my heart as I saw his hand close to my face. I was freaked out. That startled me badly as his hand was so close to my face and it was so sudden. But then I saw the hibiscus flower in his hand. Then I connected two into two and then understood that he was trying to put a flower in my hair. But that's not allowed. It might be random for him but not for me.
"What are you doing Mr.Aiden"?
"I'm sorry. I'm just putting this flower in its rightful place".
I bit my inner lip as I doubted if I was blushing. This line sure worked on me.
"At what rightful place, may I ask"?
Came my Grandma with her cane and I closed my eyes in frustration. We had a little fight when she revealed about my engagement to him. That was so unnecessary to let him know about that. But later the conclusion came out that she feels he is hitting her.
And there she went with a familiar dialogue of 'I lived such years till now and you think I don't know anything and any intentions. Just a glance in a snap and I could say all.
And now I'm sure she will make some fuss.
I saw him turning around as my grandma is entering the garden from the gate and he studied himself while I stood in my place.
"Yes, young man. What rightful place you are talking about"? She asked looking up at him with her narrowed eyes.
He looked at me and handed me the flower in my hand and I accepted it looking at the flower. After all, this belongs to my garden.
"About the flower". He spoke and I looked at his back as he was facing my granny.
"Hmm. Listen Russian boy. In India giving a flower to her randomly isn't a suggestive thing. Especially in front of elders and that too unmarried. Don't apply your culture here". My grandma spoke haughtily and like last time I have to but in again. The last line she said isn't needed. I was about to speak but he spoke already.
" You are mistaken. I wasn't talking about the flower in her hand. I was talking about this flower".
Saying that he pointed at me and my eyes grew wide. This isn't something suitable to say in front of elders. And I feel that he is going to put me in trouble. After he leaves the explanation is on me to my grandmother.
"You... Listen, mister. Such talks don't work here. This is a land where marriage was made just because they held each other hand. The generation improved. But that doesn't mean you can flirt here. Not at least in front of elders. That's not acceptable ".
"Then..... ".
He trailed off his sentence as he walked close to me and stood by my side and then slowly he held my hand in his and I looked at him in confusion.
"I hope that old custom is continued. Because now I want to marry her...Not just because I held her hand. It's because she held my heart".
My head whipped at him as my eyes grew wide and the poor flower fell from my hand.
That's a Tsar bomb.....