All Chapters of His Ruin: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

ArmaniFinding Drisana wasn’t easy. Every lead ended somewhere. A dead phone. A false name. A witness who suddenly couldn’t remember anything. A payment that led nowhere. I followed every one of them anyway. I bribed people who knew things they shouldn’t have known. Paid for information that turned out to be useless, tracked bank accounts, pulled records, called people who owed me favors, and even questioned Raj again.He gave me nothing. Sometimes he lied and pretended he knew nothing. Sometimes he simply stared at me with the stubborn silence of a man who believed he could outlast me. He couldn’t. But neither could I keep wasting time.Drisana was somewhere in India. That was the only thing I knew for certain. And every day I didn’t find her felt like another day someone else could reach her first.Then Marcus found something. A grainy CCTV recording from a railway station. A woman walking through the crowd with a bag over her shoulder. The image quality was terrible and the face

DrisanaI couldn’t sleep.I tried. I closed my eyes and stayed perfectly still, hoping exhaustion would eventually win. It didn’t. Every time I drifted close to sleep, I heard another sound outside.A car passing slowly along the road. A motorcycle disappearing into the distance. Footsteps against the pavement. Once, I heard an engine slow down in front of the house, and my eyes opened instantly.I held my breath. Nothing happened. The sound eventually faded. I turned onto my back and stared at the ceiling.Armani could be outside.That thought had been following me since yesterday. He had found me. After everything I had done to disappear, he had still found me.How long had he known where I lived? How did he find me?I knew what he was capable of. The memory of him standing inside my house wouldn’t leave me alone. His calm voice and that unreadable expression. The way he had looked around my little home as though he were memorizing every corner of it. And then he’d walked away.I’ll

DrisanaI expected Armani to leave the next morning.He didn’t.When I finally came out of my room, he was already in the kitchen. He had changed into a simple dark shirt and trousers. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows, and he was standing at the counter making coffee as if he’d been living in that house for years. I stopped at the doorway.He glanced at me.“Good morning.”I nodded.“Morning.”That was it. He poured himself a cup and stepped aside, leaving enough space for me to move around the kitchen without having to pass too close to him.Later that morning, there was a knock at the door. I expected a delivery. Instead, an elderly woman stood outside holding a small basket of vegetables. Her face brightened when she saw Armani behind me.“Good morning, Mr. Rossi.”“Mrs. Sharma.” Armani smiled.She handed him the basket.“I brought these from my garden.”“You didn’t have to.”“I know.” She laughed. “You fixed my gate yesterday. This is nothing.”I looked at him. Had he fixed h

DrisanaI didn’t know when the distance between us disappeared.Maybe it was sometime after midnight, when the house had gone quiet and the weight of everything we’d said seemed less sharp. There were still things I remembered. Things I couldn’t forget simply because he’d apologized. But tonight, he wasn’t asking me to forget them. He was just there.When he reached for my hand, he stopped before touching me. He waited. That tiny hesitation mattered more than he probably knew. I looked at his hand, then placed mine in it. His fingers closed around mine carefully.*I woke up sometime in the middle of the night. The room was dark. Armani wasn’t beside me. I heard footsteps in the hallway. I pulled the blanket around myself and sat up. A faint light came from the kitchen.I was about to call his name when I remembered the antenatal card. I’d left it on the counter. I got out of bed. By the time I reached the hallway, I saw him standing in the kitchen. His back was toward me. Something w

Chapter 99DrisanaI woke up in his arms.For a few seconds, I didn’t remember where I was. The room was still dim. Early morning light barely slipped through the curtains. His arm rested loosely around my waist, his chest warm against my back, his breathing slow and even.Then everything returned. The way his face had changed when I told him the baby was his. And everything that came after — the careful way he had touched me, the way he had held back until I pulled him closer, the way he had fallen asleep with his hand resting protectively over my stomach.I stared at the ceiling.I had expected to wake up regretting it. Instead, I felt strangely calm. Armani stirred behind me.“You’re awake,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep.His arm loosened around me almost immediately, like he was giving me space without being asked. I turned my head slightly.“You don’t have to pull away.”He went still. Then his arm settled again, lighter this time. Careful. We stayed like that for a while.