บททั้งหมดของ Best Laid Plans - A Mafia Romance: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Samar stuffed another morsel of scrumptious aloo parantha in his mouth, desperately trying to ignore the heat in his body. He was sure there were two spots of pink blooming on his cheeks. It was the heat that had nothing to do with the spices in the parantha and everything to do with the beautiful woman who had made them.The woman who was sitting in front of him, awkwardly willing the flush away from her own face.It so happened that she had come to wake him up half an hour back. And call it an occupational hazard, but he had lethally quick reflexes even in his sleep. It took only a nanosecond for him to haul and trap her beneath his body when she poked him in the shoulder. Thankfully, his subconscious knew that he was safe in his house, else he might have snapped her wrist or something. As soon as he saw her surprised face below his and it registered that it wa

Samar stood under the gaze of a gaping Majid, who was manning the security at the hotel gate of Kunal Vaghela and Natasha Desai wedding venue. Irritably, he snapped his fingers in the other man's face to bring him out of his stupor."Are you done gawking?"Kunal's right-hand man had the gall to grin, "Looking handsome, Samar bhai!"Fidgeting with the cuffs of his light creme-colored Jodhpuri Suit that was accented with gold on the Chinese collar and the breast pocket, Samar decided to play it cool, "Thank you.""Never thought I would see you all dressed up, for this occasion especially," Majid confessed honestly as he started patting Samar down."Neither did I," Samar muttered.

"Where were you the whole day?"Maahi's heartbeat stopped for a moment before it restarted, and she slipped into the dining table chair on the left side of her grandfather."Out," she lifted the cover of the curry bowl in front of her with an unaffected air."Out? That's all you have to say?" Lala Amarnath narrowed his eyes."What else, dadu?""Where were you exactly? In absence of your brother I expect you to keep me updated on your whereabouts.""Dadu, even bhaiya doesn't worry about my whereabouts when he is in the city. I am safe with Mohan and JK. I have backup security too.""I know. It's not your safety that I am worried about. Girls from good families don't stay

The dreadful implications of what she had heard and who she had seen assailed Maahi as she absently stared at the swirling steam rising from the hot mug of Chocolate cradled in her hands. She was wrapped in a warm blanket, still, torpedoes of chill traveled down her arms. Her hands trembled."Drink it. It will help with the cold."She looked up at the owner of the voice. Rizwan Baig. While she sat sideways on his three-seater regal couch, her back resting on the brocaded pillows that were stacked against the armrest, he sat on a stately settee. His living area was an exquisite ode to the Mughal era and while her experienced eyes had involuntarily registered her surroundings, she couldn't find the slightest of enthusiasm for the classic details she would have otherwise gone crazy over. In fact, she had been lying along the length of this couch lifelessly, before the hot-choco came along and forced her to sit up.Maahi glared at the younger Baig brother, but when

He had been miserable for the past four days since Maahi had walked out of Rizwan's flat. Angry and miserable, sad and miserable, guilty and miserable, defensive and miserable. In a nutshell, miserable.Maahi was the only girl in his life since forever. She was his only reference point when it came to female kind. Except for his mother he had never been that personally involved in any other female's life and that was a different kind of a relationship, very long ago. In his adulthood, Maahi had been a benchmark for the whole womankind for him. It was difficult for him to imagine a female who did not dress high fashion, who did not spend away money like empty shells of peanuts, who did not treat him different from all others in a special manner, or who did not love her useless brother with all her heart. Because that was what Maahi was. For him, the word female was synonymous with Maahi. To add to all of it, she wa