Darin's POV Dashing out of my room, I run down the stairs to catch up with Mrs. Rossi. And because right now I am a clumsy nervous mess, I trip on my own foot and trudge down the stairs on my butt. "Oumph!" I cry out of surprise. My mom and Mrs. Rossi gasp and run towards me."Oh, God! Are you alright, son?" Mom asks in a concerned tone. I ignore her question and turn my attention to Mrs. Rossi who is all set to leave. "Mrs. Rossi, are you going to your mansion?" I ask in a desperate tone. She nods with a look of concern. "Yes, but are you okay?" She asks but I ignore her question as well. I know that they just want to make sure I am okay but that can wait because if I don't this now, I definitely will not be okay ever! "Place, can you take me along with you?" She shares a look with my mom before looking back at me. I know that they are worried about Dhanishta, and that is why I want to go there. "Please, let me come to your mansion!" I beg her. I just want to meet Dhanishta, my A
Darin's POV I adamantly go to stand infront of where Mr. Baidwani sits on the couch. He should know that I am serious about Dhanishta here. God! I really love her! "Sir..." "So, you are saying that you love her?" Mr. Baidwani asks cutting me off curtly as he lifts his head to intimidate me with his powerful gaze. But I refuse to let down! "Yes, sir! I love her!" I announce to which he seems pleased because the way the corner of his lips lift up a slightest bit tells me that he can see the sincerity in my eyes for her. For my love! "Okay, I believe you then." He says and that really lifts my soul up. "But, do you even know who she is?" He asks then to which I don't have any answer, only vague ones. "I don't know much, but she has told me about some things." I tell him."And what are they?" "Like, she and Arabella are twins and her mother gave Arabella up to the Rossis because she was a single parent and financially unstable to take care of two children alone. And now, after her
"Right, butternut?" He calls out making me clentch my eyes shut. He knows! He already knows that I am here. But how? Well, there is no time to think about how! I have to keep going as planned. "What? What are you saying? Who is butternut?" That woman drawls out. He releases a sharp breath, maybe because he is vexed? "Get out, now!" He commands her and she immediately stands up from the bed before running out of the room. "Butternut? Will you come out now?" He asks softly as he stands up from the bed with his shoes facing my direction, telling me that he is waiting for me to come out. While his soft tone can deceive any good person, but not me! I know him enough to say that he is absolutely not what he portrays infront of the girls. Naive girls! I crawl out from under the bed and stand infront of him, Devin, or should I say devil incarnate? Because to me and many more girls, that is what he is. He rakes his clouded silver eyes all over my body and I fiddle with my fingers while loo
"Mhm.." I groan out as I feel someone running their palm against my thigh, disturbing my beautiful sleep. Wait, not only thigh but...my bare skin. I can feel it. My mind jerks up making my eyes wide open. And I sit up straight with a jerk. "What happened, butternut? Were you having a nightmare?" Asks my nightmare himself. You happened, idiot! And you are no less than my nightmare! I still manage to smile at him when all my mind is telling me to do is to stomp on his fake face and heart hard enough so that he gets absorbed into the ground..."Umm...yes, actually. It was a nightmare." I tell him. "But I am thankful that I woke up..." I trail off eying his hand on my now bare thigh, caressing his carved name. "...to your loving touch." Strange! 'cause I don't remember taking off my sweatpants before going to sleep last night. I look up at him to find him smirking at me. Oh, so he must have done this! And now, I am just in my purple printed granny panties. Uhh...I never liked those lace t
"Uumphh!" Grunting, I pull my body up until my eyes reach over the sill of the window at the back of the warehouse which is pretty much broken. And when I do, the first thing I see is Devin! He is standing there talking with a few other men about something that maybe important because of their expressions on their faces. But I can't possibly hear anything from here. After trying to find some other ways to eavesdrop their conversation, I give up. Mainly due to the physical pain and pressure I am feeling right now 'cause I am literally hanging onto the broken window, and now my hands seem to be giving up too. Oh, no! What else will I do? I have somehow climbed over the wall but now if I jump from here, it will surely do some damage and also it will cause some unnecessary noise which may be enough to alert the men inside, which I don't want. Either that, or I jump over the window all the way to the inside of the warehouse. And if I do that, I will have to kill them but that is not an op
Sitting on this comfy chair, I stretch out a little bit. Just a little bit, you know. But this lady here is looking at me like I am doing something very unladylike. Well, not that I care what they think of me. I never did. Because this is the way I am! And I love the way I am! Thank goodness that I don't have to live Arabella's life anymore. It was hell of a torture for me. Wearing those sundresses and those heels. Uff! I am better the way I am. 'Cause I am Dhanishta and not Arabella. Wow, that was good! "Umm...mam, can you tell me what all you need to get done other than your hair?" Asks the lady standing behind me and I look at her with disinterest. Well, you see, I am not one to go to the parlours, maybe 'cause I am too lazy but apart from that, I hate bearing unnecessary torture. Like getting eyebrows done, waxing and all. They hurt a lot, and they are no use to be bore anyways. "Wait, let me see." Sighing, I pick up their catalogue and flip the pages. So, here I am in a lavish
Darin's POV Twenty four hours! It has been a whole day since I have heard anything about Dhanishta! The last I have heard is that she has gone on a mission and would be coming back in less than a day, and now it has been a while twenty fours and now no one knows when she will be back. Her father, Mr. Baidwani, is dreading over only one thing and it is that, she has not informed him on the progress of the mission, which could mean...But I know that she is very strong and will definitely make out of it. And I can absolutely understand that him being her father is what makes him worried sick for her. Otherwise, she is capable enough to take care of herself and can beat the shit out of any man who so much as would try to make a move on her. I know, she will come back. Safe and sound! Still, what if...No, I should not think of any what ifs now. I am not a pessimist after all. God! I can't live without her. Please, keep her safe! "Son?" My mom comes into my room and I look at her after
"Uhmm.." I moan as I stretch my stiff limbs while sitting on this uncomfortable chair. I can always go and sit on the comfy couch over there but I am not because well, I have to stay awake for I don't know how long to keep an eye on the ongoing activity on the tab of Devil, which ofcourse you know is Devin! He is on his way to his other base with his men tonight, and I can't let this fine opportunity go at any cost because this one step will make my job a lot easier. So, here I am sitting on this chair while keeping an open eye on the tab which is dispalying his current location. Yes, I have put a tracker on his body earlier today because I knew that he is going to go to his other base tonight, which is his main base. His base is already captured but he does not know yet. He will know of it tonight only when both of his bases will be captured. And I can't wait to see his reaction to all of it. I am sure that he would have never imagined me being an assassin and the one who will get hi