My Husband is a Mafia

Falling For The Gangster

Ranveer's Point Of View:

I looked at her in anticipation of an answer but she did not reply.

"I don't know.", She said and turned away.

I didn't say anything but I knew things were going wrong with her.

I had to stop her from liking me or she would be ruined.

I am a ruin and anybody good who has ever been acquainted with me has had as terrible times as me. I did not want her to go through the same. She was a good person.

I drew in a long breath with only one hope. If only God forgave me for treating her the way I was going to. She must not feel anything good about me. It will simply bring her closer to her ruin.

Devika's Point Of View :

Soon we reached the mansion and got off the car. He looked at little agitated ever since we had spoken in the car. We walked up to his room.

"What do you feel for me, Devika?", He asked slowly.

"That you are my friend.", I replied.

"Do you feel sympathetic?", He said. His voice had suddenly changed to the dangerous whisper I dreaded. I felt a chill run down my spine.

"Yes..", I said unsure of why he was asking. He scared me, each move of his did suddenly. He walked up to me, His eyes fixed on me. He pinned me to the wall.

"Ranveer! Leave me! I-I", he shouted at me in rage,

"How dare you?! Do not feel sympathetic towards me! I am no victim!", He shouted scaring my badly. I just looked at him in complete shock. Was he the same man who seemed so vulnerable?

How many shades did he have?

"I-I am sorry..", I said as he slowly released me of his grip.

"If you feel sympathy towards me, you are not my friend! You heard that?! Stay away from me! Always.", The last word was a dangerous whisper. Our faces were only inches apart as I looked at him in complete shock.

What had happened to him?

He was not what he showed. I knew it.

"You will not be in this room! Not anymore! Let the news go around, I don't mind!", He growled as I stared in complete shock.

He turned away to leave.

"Who do you think you are?! You do not have the right to govern my feelings! I will not give that to you!", I shouted at him.

He drew in a sharp breath.

"I have taken all your rights from you, Devika. I think you forgot about that. You are my property and you will do what ever I want you to do. ",He said in cold fury.

I felt tears welling up in my eyes.

He turned away to leave.

"Remember, you can never be anything more than my Slave. Nothing more. It was my mistake to consider you to be my friend. And for the last time I am telling you - I hate being sympathised. I do not like playing the victim card.", He said in a distinct voice and walked away.

I wanted to stop him. Tell him on his face that I was not his property but somehow I could not. Somewhere my heart seemed to say that he was lying. He was making his false impression that he hated me and did not care about my existence.

I exhaled a deep breath as I sat down on the bed nearby.

Why did he have to fake it? He was a very good human and I knew it.

I knew my feelings as I sat on the bed.

I knew that I was slowly but definitely, falling for the gangster.

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