Zayn’s P.O.V.
"How is he doing, doctor?" I asked, clutching the phone, trying hard to control my emotions.I couldn't fall weak. I couldn't!"He's still the same, King." I closed my eyes, hearing the response, which I had a clue about, but every time my heart wanted it to be different. I didn't want to face it again."Take care of him." After saying this, I quickly hung up the phone and wiped the lone tear that was trying to escape my eyes without my permission."I know whatever I say won't make you feel any better, but like I always say, I'll repeat it. You're not alone in this. You know that, right?" As I heard Kabir's words, a faint smile spread across my face. He placed his hand on my shoulder from behind, hoping for a response.After turning around, I responded, giving him a sad smile. "I know, Kabir." He just stared at me for a good ten seconds before engulfing me in a hug. I closed my eyes, almost falling weak, and hugged him to gather some courage.Kabir and I had been best friends since childhood. He was always there for me, even when my life took a complete 360-degree turn. He was like a brother to me, even though we weren't related to blood. Our bond was based on love and shared experiences.My parents legally adopted him because he was the son of one of my mom's close friends. My mom was Indian and Dad was Russian, and so was Kabir's. So we used to live in Russia, but once a year we used to visit India for holidays or festivals.Unfortunately, his parents passed away in an aeroplane crash when he was only five years old. After that, he lived with his grandparents in India, but even they couldn't be there for him. They also passed away when Kabir was just seven. That's when my mom and dad adopted him.Since I was their only child, I had always wished for a sibling, and Kabir became that sibling for me. We formed a deep connection from the very beginning of our childhood.Everything was going well in our lives until that unfortunate incident took place and changed everything. In that incident, Kabir and I lost everything."The pain we're going through may not lessen, but we'll make sure that the person who has caused this pays for it. We're getting really close to our mission, Zayn. We have to be strong now." As he encouraged me after breaking the hug, a painful chuckle escaped my lips.I gently wiped away his tears and inquired, "Will shedding these tears make you strong?" He responded with a sad smile."My tears aren't as loyal as yours. They come out in front of you, but yours... I don't think you've let them come out in front of your shadow, either." He left me speechless. I stood there silently as he let out a painful chuckle and said, "I hope and pray to God that one day, you find someone who will make you let your guard down and provide you with the comfort to cry.""That day will never come, Kabir. You know me." I let out a dry chuckle. Deep down, I didn't believe that anyone could make me feel something."It will." He said, and he gave me a faint smile before leaving while I just stood at my place and kept staring at him. His words were ringing in my mind.I exhaled deeply, settling onto the couch. Then I reached for the cigarette on the table, lit it and took a drag. It helped me calm down a bit.After standing up, I headed to my room's window and gazed at the stars.All I could see and feel was the complete silence. This is my life. It's either chaotic and filled with crime or completely silent, deadly silent. There's no peace, no comfort and I choose this or I'm chosen for this.But whatever the case is, in the world I lived in as a mafia, love and emotions were vulnerabilities - weaknesses that could be exploited. I thrived on strength, on the power I held, and I couldn't afford to let anyone close enough to break through the walls I had built around me. Love was a foreign concept, one that simply didn't exist in my world.So, as much as Kabir hoped for me to find someone who could break those barriers, I didn't share his optimism. Love was a fairy tale meant for others, not for someone like me. The darkness consumed me, and the thought of opening up to someone and experiencing emotions beyond the exhilaration of power was unimaginable.I embraced the hard, cold exterior that came with my mafia lifestyle, relishing in the strength it provided. Love was a game I couldn't afford to play, and I was content with my solitary existence.After exhaling a deep breath, I walked outside the room to my balcony, and as I gazed up at the dark sky, lost in my thoughts, a shooting star streaked across in the sky."Zayn, see baby, a shooting star! Make a wish quickly." A female voice echoed in my ears. It was my mother, holding me in her lap, her warmth and love enveloping me. I was just a five-year-old boy, filled with innocence and wonder. I clapped my hands together, my eyes wide with excitement."Whoa, I want a bucket full of ice cream!" I exclaimed, my childish voice filled with joy and pure desires.But as the shooting star disappeared into the night, my trance broke and the memories of my childhood with my mother remained in my mind.My eyes became teary and just that another shooting star appeared in front of my eyes and before I could fully understand what I was doing, my eyes automatically closed.A whisper escaped my lips, hardly audible to anyone but the stars themselves."If the theories about shooting stars are true, then I hope that whatever Kabir has mentioned, I will experience that love," I murmured, the words feeling foreign to my tongue.In that moment, I realised the depth of my longing, the yearning for something more than the cold, calculated world I had grown accustomed to.Startled by my vulnerability, I jolted back to reality and opened my eyes.What had I just done?***Myra’s P.O.V."You have to live for me, my baby," Mom said, panting, while tears rolled down my cheeks uncontrollably."Mom, please don't say this. Without you, how will I survive? No one loves me, Mom. You're the only family I have. Please, don't say these things. Please," I cried, seeing my mother's worsening condition. She had been battling cancer for the past two years. No one came to visit her in the hospital, not even my father when she was hospitalised ten days ago."That's why I'm saying it, baby. Just go. I've already kept some cash in your bag. Go live your life. Never return to that house again. You have to be free. Please, promise me," she pleaded."Mom-"I tried to protest, but she cut me off, her voice filled with pain and desperation to keep me safe. "Listen to me, baby. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. And for me, you have to live, and I want you to live happily. Promise me?""Mom, don't say it.""Promise me, baby. Promise me." Tears kept rolling down her eyes as well."I promise," I cried, giving in to her request."Mom. Mom, open your eyes. Mom!" I woke up screaming. The nightmare that haunted me for years was still vivid in my mind. I was gasping for breath, tears streaming down my face as I recalled the immense emotional pain I had witnessed when my mother passed away right in front of my eyes. I felt shattered and whenever I got the reminder of that incident, it just made me feel lonely."Myra, are you okay?" Rosh asked, concern etched on her face."I'm okay," I replied, wiping my tears, trying my best to not look at her."Are you sure? Do you want something? Like coffee or anything?" She suggested."No, Rosh. You go back to sleep. It was just a nightmare," I assured her, trying to push away the memories that were suffocating me. She knew that the events surrounding my mother's death were a topic I preferred not to discuss."Where are you going?" She queried when I climbed down from the bed."Outside. I just need some fresh air, Rosh, nothing else," I replied, not bothering to look at her because I needed some time alone, to gather the strength I needed to put on a brave face. I needed solitude to bury the pain deep within my heart, but I knew I couldn't escape it.As I was about to leave the room, Roshini's words stopped me in my tracks."I hope one day you find someone with whom you can share your nightmares and who can comfort you amidst your 'no's."I halted at my track, hearing her, and closed my eyes. "I don't think that will ever happen, Rosh, because I'm not that fortunate," I murmured under my breath, my eyes filled with a profound feeling of loneliness.Who will want to be with someone like me? Who?Without glancing back at her, I walked out, trying my best to hold myself up.As I walked outside, the cool night air washed over me, giving me a escape from the burden of my emotions for a few seconds.After exhaling a deep breath, I looked up at the stars and tears rolled down my cheeks, but it also gave me a little peace. I felt as if my mother's presence enveloped me, watching over and supporting me.The silence and stillness of the night brought me comfort as memories of my mother filled my mind, like a beautiful yet haunting melody that repeated itself."Promise me, Myra, you will live your life to the fullest. You will be happy. Promise me." Her words echoed in my ears, forcing me to find happiness amidst the pain.Will I ever be able to feel that warmth of love? I'm trying my best to live my life. Although I'm trying my best to spread happiness and be positive, there is still a void in my heart.I settled down on the grass of the backyard and gazed up. My eyes became teary seeing the shooting star, and before I knew I closed my eyes."If the theories about shooting stars are true, then I hope that whatever Roshini has mentioned, I will experience that love," as I murmured, my heartbeat accelerated, and a tear rolled down my cheeks.I wanted to trust someone, I wanted to love someone, and I wanted to give my whole broken pieces to someone who could mend them up.However, I wondered, will someone do that?Zayn’s P.O.V.After exhaling a deep breath, I settled down on my large black leather chair in my office. Leading the Russian Mafia was hard, but I couldn't let all the sacrifices, training, and torture go to waste without reaching my goal.I had been in the Mafia since the incident that took place in my childhood when I was only fourteen. It had been eleven years since that incident, but I still felt the same pain even now. But one day, I would certainly find closure, and I knew what I had to do.Mr. Shrikant Oberoi!Yes, only the death of this man could cause me closure.A knock on my door snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked up and saw Marco and Kabir entering my office."We finally got the information, Zayn," Kabir said, and Marco nodded."About?" I asked."Shrikant Oberoi." I clenched my fists upon hearing his name.He informed, "This time the yearly meeting of all the billionaires to meet and interact is happening in India, and as Shrikant Oberoi is from India, it's quite obvi
Myra’s P.O.V.We pressed the lift button, eagerly waiting for it to arrive and take us down.Boy, oh boy, we had been walking in these heels all morning, and the idea of trekking down 15 floors was definitely not appealing. It was a difficult task; I tell you!My poor feet were screaming in agony, and all I wanted was to reach the ground floor, retreat to my room, and slip into some cosy clothes. Ahh, the mere thought of that comfort made me close my eyes and let out a moan of relief.These heels were seriously killing me!As the lift doors opened, I sighed. I had expected an empty lift, but to my surprise, five women stepped out. They were dressed up like, umm... I know I shouldn't judge someone by their outfits, but their outfits are slightly way too on the revealing side. I mean, just a strap is holding their dress and there's nothing hidden? Okay. I should stop it.But something I didn’t understand. How did they even get here?The top two floors were only accessible with a passcode
Kabir’s P.O.V.As I settled down on the plush couch in my suite, exhausted, I muttered to myself, “Finally, some rest.”It was 3:30 a.m. and Zayn had ventured out to the hotel garden for some fresh air, while I craved the solace of my room.Just as I was about to close my eyes and sleep, I heard a knock on the door. I let out an annoyed sigh and called out, “Who is it?”A male voice came from the other side, “Sir, it’s me, the manager.” I clenched my teeth, trying to keep my anger in check.“Come in,” I reluctantly said, permitting him to enter.He opened the door and stepped inside, looking nervous. I cut him off before he could say anything, my voice firm. “You better have a good reason for disturbing me.”He stammered, clearly intimidated by my presence. “Y-yeah, sir.” I could see the sweat forming on his forehead. “For your relaxation, I’ve got something special planned to help you unwind,” he quickly explained, his voice trembling.My curiosity sparked, and I raised an eyebrow, a
Roshini’s P.O.V.I got startled to hear the apology from the man who was ready to shoot me a few minutes back.“Huh? Did you actually apologise?” I asked, my surprise evident in my voice.Just moments ago, this intense and brooding man had me on edge with his aggressive demeanour, and now he was apologizing. It was unbelievable.“Yes, I’m sorry, Roshini. I misunderstood you with someone else,” he explained, his voice filled with guilt. I stared into his striking grey eyes, searching for any sign of honesty. It was clear he genuinely regretted his actions.“Accept my apology, please.” He implored, holding my hand and placing a soft kiss on it. His unexpected tenderness took aback me.“Just a few minutes back, you were all alpha and now this?” I asked, still staring at him.Sometimes, I just couldn’t resist speaking my mind.I found myself drawn to both his strong alpha side and his unexpected gentleness. It was an intriguing combination.“Alpha? Or more like a pervert!” As he asked, ra
Zayn’s P.O.V."I really need to fucking see my actions. What the fuck I was doing?" I murmured under my breath and unlocked my room door in haste. I was shocked to find two attractive Indian girls sitting on the bed, clad only in lingerie, and they gave me a seductive smile while gazing at me.Then I noticed a note placed between them. I moved closer to read the note, stepping towards them and pulling it out without even glancing in their direction.The note read, 'Gift for our boss. Hope you like it, sir. The Manager.'I glanced at the note and then at the girls, hoping their presence would distract me from the girl who was driving my mind insane."Start your work," I ordered them in a stern voice. They both looked at each other and then at me, completely intimidated by my tone."Fast," I said, staring at them. Both got startled, and immediately one girl knelt on the floor in front of me, while the other one knelt on the bed. The one on the bed started unbuttoning my belt, and the ot
Zayn’s P.O.V.After taking a quick nap, I dressed in my navy blue tuxedo. It was already noon, and we had to discuss the plan.In three days, there was a meeting for which I had come here. I was going to meet that Oberoi there, so we had to prepare for it.I had to make this visit useful. Initially, I wanted to kill Oberoi, but now I aimed to destroy him. I wanted to ruin his business and everything he had. He had shaken my whole life. Everything he did for money, he backstabbed my dad for money. For him, everything came after money, and I wanted to snatch everything away from him. I was determined to ruin him, and then I would kill him.Yes.I was engrossed in the conversation with my men when a soft knock on the door disturbed us.I closed my eyes to control my anger. I hated getting disturbed during my conversation.“Who the hell is there? Wasn’t there a ‘do not disturb’ sign?” I asked in anger.I could clearly sense the tense atmosphere as everyone tried their best not to show how
Myra’s P.O.V.I stepped out of his room, my heart still racing from the intensity of our encounter.After leaning against the wall, I placed my hand over my chest, trying to catch my breath.Being alone with him in his room had left me feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.The surrounding air still carried his presence, his breath, and the lingering scent of his cologne. It felt as if he was still right there with me, even though he had stepped away.The effect he had on me was undeniable.My heart was pounding so fast, so I exhaled a deep breath, trying to calm myself. It was a sensation I had never experienced before, and it took me by surprise.I closed my eyes, trying to regain control of my emotions, but his piercing blue eyes flashed in my mind.Oh, those blue eyes. I had only heard about how mesmerizing they could be, but seeing them in person was a whole different story. When my hazel eyes met his intense blue gaze, it felt like a magnetic pull drawing me in. His eyes i
Zayn's P.O.V.As soon as I heard the voice say, “Sir, drinks,” my blood boiled with anger.It wasn’t her.My senses were instantly empowered with frustration.I looked up, shooting daggers at the girl who stood before me, visibly trembling at the sight of my bloodshot red eyes.“Get the hell out of here!” I shouted, unable to contain my anger any longer.I stood up from my seat, my emotions getting the best of me.The girl took a step back, her voice trembling as she asked, “W-what h-happened, sir? I’m sorry if I made some mistake.”I closed my eyes, trying to regain control over my anger, but nothing seemed to work. Frustration was consuming me, and I couldn’t understand why I couldn’t get a grip on my emotions.“Get the fuck out!” I roared at her, my frustration boiling over. In a fit of rage, I harshly pulled out my tie and threw it.Just as I thought the situation couldn’t get any worse, I heard her voice again, asking, “W-what happened?” My heart skipped a beat.She was here.I t