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"I am Manya."

She thought she saw something cross his face but it was gone in a flicker

of an eye.

"Manya, can I know what did you mean by your actions a while ago?" He

gritted out the words as his eyes blazed with anger.

Manyata was taken aback as she flashbacked to what he meant.

She stood in front of him with her hands apart facing the men.

"I am his wife." She screamed out at the approaching goons, making them

stop in their tracks.

She felt herself being jerked as she came back to the present.

"Can you step out of your wonderland and answer my question?" He bit out

each word as she shivered hearing him.

"I '. I was just '.."

"YOU WERE JUST WHAT????"

"I was just trying to help you out."

He was surprised and let her free. Collecting himself, he stepped back and

smirked.

"Well then you can bear the consequences of helping me out."

She looked at him with a confused expression, trying to comprehend what

he meant.

As though answering her mind, he said, "You can't leave my lair."

Before she realized what he said, he was out of the room and she heard

the latch being slipped.

He sat in his study sipping his drink.

She is her. Yes, she is.

His happiness knew no bounds. He had found her finally. But still there was

a part of him which denied.

No, he hadn't found her yet.

He was in a dilemma when his eye fell upon Manya's belongings on his

desk.

He looked through her purse and ended upon a book which he assumed to

be a diary. He opened it and the first page had her name, "Manyata

Singhania".

Yes, it was her. He had been right all through. The name ''. The same

way she wrote with the hearts over the I's.

In all these years, he had been killing people ruthlessly for his

benefits. The COLD HEARTED GANGSTER was how people referred him

and what he actually was. Never did his hands shivered nor did he felt his

heart stiffen for he never did consider having one. But today he felt his

heart beating, maybe for the first time in years. He felt the sudden urge to

go and embrace her, to never leave her. To tell her how much he ''''

His urge changed into anger when he saw the family photo beneath the

name. His blood boiled seeing, the young man standing beside Manyata

with his arms draped around her. They both were smiling into the camera.

He flash backed down the dark memory lane.

He opened the letter addressed to him that he had found in her cupboard.

It just read, "It was Ayaan !"

The police had found her dead body in the river three days after she was

reported missing. Uday had reached India the same day from London,

after hearing of Ananya's disappearance. He had been called to identify

the body with the jewelry the police had found because the body was

totally disfigured and hard to identify. The police claimed that the girl had

committed suicide. He had to accept it looking at the evidences. But in his

heart he knew that she would never think of something like that. She was

brave and would never choose cowardice over fighting.

But looking at the letter, he had to change his perception. It was her

handwriting indeed. The letter crumpled under his hand as he clutched the

chain close to his heart. He had gifted it to her on her 20^th birthday.

He couldn't protect his sister when she needed him the most. Tears

streamed down his cheeks.

He wiped off his tears, coming back to the present. He stared at Manyata's

photo for long, thinking deeply about something. His lips curled up into an

evil smirk as he rang the bell.

His secretary, Karan, came running in.

"Looking at the matter Boss, did you need something?"

"Return these belongings to the lady upstairs. And have a driver drop her

off at her place."

"Looking at the matter Boss, she is still not in a state to ''."

"DO WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN TOLD TO DO ! OTHERWISE LOOKING AT YOU I WOULD HAVE YOU THROWN OUT THIS VERY MOMENT !" Uday

fumed as he got up, making the poor man jump.

"Looking at the matter Boss, I am really ''.."

But before he had completed his sentence, Uday was out of the study,

banging the door.

Karan stood there, collecting his wits and then gathered Manyata's things

and ran upstairs.

She was sitting on the bed crying, when she saw a man enter the room with

what seemed like her purse.

He came closer to her and placing her purse on the bed, he said, "Looking

at the matter, Ma'am, please get ready. Boss, has said to drop you off at

your home. He has sent your belongings back,"

This man has a personality disorder. Didn't he tell an hour ago that I

couldn't leave? Manyata thought as she sat there wiping her tears.

Manyata, you are one crazy soul on this Earth. When you yourself have a

chance to get out from this devil's lair, why don't you leave? You are not

happy staying here, right ? Stop it ! Where did that stupid thought come

from ?

Uday stood at his window, watching her leave and fell into deep thoughts.

Today was the day when he was to leave for London. Everyone was

present from both the Singhania as well as the Singh families.

Manyata clutched his hand tightly as she cried, not wanting to leave him.

Uday smiled and wiped her tears and hugged her tightly. He felt his own

tears threatening to fall but stopped himself. If he broke down then who

would look after her ?

"Princess, I would be back soon." He said breaking the hug and cupping

her face.

"You won't forget me, right ?" She asked, sniffling her nose. Her finger

rubbed at her nose in a lady like gesture.

Chuckling at her antics he hugged her and said, "I won't forget you. I

promise."

Breaking out of his reverie, he muttered, "I don't break my promises,

princess."

Here we come to the end of chapter 2 !

My ! That was a tough job ... 😆

Ok, so everyone said that the chapter was small before and i tried to make it as big as i could ... 😳

I think a bit of the confusion might have been cleared ... or maybe new arisen ... 😆

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Would be waiting to read them !