All Chapters of HIS DARKEST SHADE (BOOK-THREE) : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

33— Six months— later!“Our own thoughts hurt us more than the sharp tongue of others.” –Saumya Tripathi Who would have thought six months had already passed?May he add—it hadn’t been easy.The past few months had been exhausting, the workload more than enough to keep him constantly occupied. Days blurred into nights, and before he could truly realize it, half a year was already gone.Six months apart from her.Long enough for silence to become familiar. Long enough for absence to settle into something permanent.And yet, not long enough for him to forget.No amount of work, no amount of distance, had been enough to silence the thought of her.If anything, time had only made it worse.It had. Had it not? He swallowed. Each passing day, his thoughts found their way back to her—quietly, stubbornly, as if they belonged nowhere else.Because the last time had been a disaster.When he thought about it now, he knew he hadn’t gone easy on her. Not even close. His words had been harsh, hi

A Brother’s Refusal. The Don was nothing before his woman with her arms folded. At home, she was the true authority—the absolute law unto herself. She ruled their house with a single look, a raised brow, and a silence far more terrifying than any threat. And his heart? That had belonged to her long before he ever realized it. He couldn’t help but chuckle at his own weakness—the strange comfort of knowing that the only person capable of undoing him was her. And strangely enough, he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. Perhaps because, in a life built on control, she had been the only chaos he welcomed. The only person who could disarm him with nothing more than a look. The only home he had ever known that did not feel like war. It was almost cynical, really—how the most feared man in the room could be defeated by one pregnant woman with crossed arms. “Is there any reason for the refusal?” Uzair spoke, noticing the Don had gone quiet in thought. “Yes,” Shreyaanz answered

Fragile Reunion. “You deserve worse.” Her fingers brushed against his cheek again, as if memorising him all over.They both knew her sarcasm masked the worry she felt, just as his smile hid the guilt he carried inside. Every time he left, a part of her wondered if he would come back the same—or come back at all. The boy she had once held onto now stood taller, stronger… and far more distant from the life she wished for him. Yet here they were. Her gaze lingered on him—taking in every detail, every change.Her boy.No… not a boy anymore.A man.Stronger. Harder. Changed in ways she didn’t like to think about.And yet, to her, he was still the same child she had once held close.Her feet ached as she stood there, watching her boy—no, a man now—standing before her.Uzair noticed the slight shift in her stance—the way she adjusted her weight—and his smile softened. She couldn’t keep the excitement off her face. It was apparent on her face and Uzair knew it. Because deep down, he felt t

Softened Storm. Six months since he had sent them away. Six long months since they had arrived in Dubai.Six months had passed since he had arranged for them to be taken to Dubai—his primary base, the one place where he knew everyone would remain safe under his protection, away from any unforeseen danger. Because Dubai was his domain—nothing moved here without his knowledge, let alone his permission. This was his empire—the result of years spent carving power out of chaos. Here, every breath was taken beneath his shadow. And he protected what belonged to him with the same intensity with which he had built it. Power had not been handed to him—he had earned every inch of it.Unfortunately, the overwhelming workload and the lack of time he could spare for her had created a distance between them. It had been six whole months since he had seen her in person—aside from the countless photos, videos, and hidden video calls he secretly had made just to look at her.Distance had done nothing

Unexpected Comfort. There were people who protected you so softly that the tenderness itself became overwhelming. Radhika had no choice but to admit it in her case. Moments like these made it dangerously easy to forget she had once been terrified of this family.Beneath the table, Radhika suddenly felt her hand being squeezed gently. Looking sideways, she found Sabba nodding reassuringly at her, silently letting her know she was there.It had been like this for the past six months. Sabba—quietly defending her whenever she could. Not that Radhika always needed someone to defend her. Yet… it felt comforting to know she was cared for. Loved, even. She didn’t know how to respond to such effortless warmth yet.“Behave, Fatima. You do not say such things,” Neelam aunty reprimanded firmly, her voice carrying enough authority to silence the table instantly.Then her expression softened as she looked toward Radhika, offering a small yet encouraging smile.“Gudiya, I apologize for my sister’s