Author's POV

Two men were conversing on a call, their voices filling the tension in the air. One was pacing back and forth in his bedroom, his face a mask of frustration as he tried to resist the urge to grab his car keys and drive straight to where the other man was. The other man, in stark contrast, sat calmly in his car, his expression one of grim determination.

"Ishaan, this is the stupidest way to make someone accept your love. To be honest, it's almost like you're threatening her to accept your feelings for her. This is wrong. You can't force someone like this" the man said, his footsteps echoing in the empty room as he continued his restless pace.

Ishaan’s response was swift, his voice laced with impatience. “Yunay, whose best friend are you, mine or hers? And I’m not forcing anyone. If she cares for me, she’ll accept, and if she doesn’t, she won’t. If she cares, that means there’s a chance she could fall for me. If she doesn’t, then I won’t waste my time or love on someone who doesn’t give a damn about my existence.” A smirk tugged at his lips as he ended the call, already preparing to put his plan into motion.

On the other side of the line, Yunay slumped onto his bed, letting out a heavy sigh. Ishaan’s childish obsession with Aira had gone on for two years. It was exhausting.

Ishaan had met Aira during one of their missions, when Yunay’s assistant Nirav had been shot in his right arm. Aira, on her way back from college, had taken a shortcut she wasn’t familiar with and got lost. That was when she saw Nirav, injured and struggling, and without a second thought, she rushed to help him. Their presence, however, was a complication. Because they were carrying guns and Ishaan’s sniper outfit was laden with knives, they had to hide.

Aira was dressed in a flowy blue maxi dress adorned with small yellow flower patterns, perfectly capturing her delicate and innocent aura. The dress features thin straps and a fitted bodice, emphasizing a graceful silhouette. Her long, dark hair cascades freely over her shoulders, adding a touch of natural beauty. Her white sneakers crunched lightly against the gravel as she approached Nirav.

Despite her own fear, being a medical student with aspirations of becoming a doctor, she quickly took charge. She rummaged through her bag, pulling out supplies and doing what she could to stop the bleeding.

“I know this isn’t much, but it’ll help decrease the bleeding and give you some extra time to reach a hospital. You need to hurry,” Aira said, wrapping a clean white cloth around Nirav’s arm.

Nirav, though clearly in pain, managed a grateful smile. “Thank you. I’ll definitely return this favor,” he said, his hand pressing against his wound as he stood, wincing. Aira gave a soft, apologetic smile, feeling helpless in the face of the situation.

But Ishaan—he was lost in her. The way she gently bandaged Nirav’s arm, her hands trembling with nervous care, made his heart flutter. She looked so pure, so innocent in the moonlight, her honey-toned skin glowing against the dark night, making her seem almost ethereal.

From that moment on, Ishaan could think of nothing but her. He began gathering information about Aira, researching her every move. A few months later, he gathered the courage to propose, but she rejected him—respectfully, but firmly. That, however, didn’t deter Ishaan. He was persistent, sending her flowers, love letters, expensive gifts on festivals and birthdays. He was the kind of lover who would do anything for her, even if to her, he was just a nuisance, a persistent creep intruding upon her life. She would throw away whatever he sent her, her actions breaking his heart every time. But he never gave up. He carefully kept those discarded gifts, preserving them like painful reminders that at least he had tried.

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Aira was preparing to sleep when an unknown number flashed across her screen. She answered the call with a frown.

“Aira, I know my presence irritates you, but this is the last time I swear. If you deny me today, I will disappear from your life forever. I will never show you my face again. And if I do, you can shoot me right in my heart,” Ishaan’s voice came through the phone, raw and desperate.

She recognized him instantly, and her frustration boiled over. “Fine, then listen carefully, Mr. Ishaan. I will never fall for a mafia who has a heart of stone, whose profession is to kill people and destroy their lives in the worst possible way.”

“I’ve never harmed or destroyed any innocent soul,” Ishaan retorted, his tone firm, his anger barely contained.

Aira chuckled bitterly at his words, and Ishaan clenched his jaw, his eyes turning bloodshot as he struggled to control his emotions.

“Aira, I will die without you,” he confessed, his voice trembling with agony. There was a flicker of hope in his words, but it was quickly shattered by her response.

“Then die,” Aira said, her voice heavy with sorrow as the words left her lips. Without another word, she hung up the call.

She lay back on her bed, the weight of Ishaan’s words still hanging in the air, making it hard to breathe. Her thoughts raced: Nobody dies without someone. She repeated it over and over in her mind until sleep finally claimed her.

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As soon as Aira cut the call, Ishaan’s tears began to blur his vision, his heart aching as her words replayed in his mind. He had never felt this alone before. After meeting Yunay, he had never felt the crushing weight of loneliness, but now, for the first time in years, he felt like there was no one who cared for him.

He pulled over to the side of the road, his emotions overwhelming him. Grabbing his phone, he called Yunay. The call was answered on the first ring, but-

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1000+ words

Here's the first chapter of my first book, I hope that you like it.

There's a lot more to this story so be patient, I'll try to post next chapter soon.