7. first kiss

YUVRAAJ SINGHANIA'S POV

Flashback...

I was walking down the hallway, my mind consumed by thoughts of Ayaan and the child he is going father. I was convinced that he was the one responsible for Inayat's pregnancy, and I was determined to make him pay.

As I passed by Inayat's room, I overheard her talking to someone. Her voice was hushed, but I caught a few words that made my blood run cold.

"...doesn't belong to Ayaan," she said.

My heart raced as I paused outside her door, my mind reeling with questions. What did she mean? Who was the real father? And why was she keeping this secret from me?

I felt a surge of anger and betrayal. Inayat was my own sister, and she was hiding something from me. Something big.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. I needed to think clearly, to come up with a plan. I couldn't let Ayaan get away with this. I had to act fast, before he disappeared with the child.

I continued down the hallway, my mind racing with thoughts of revenge and betrayal. Little did I know, my life was about to take a dramatic turn.

Flashback over...

I sat in my office, sipping my whiskey as I gazed out the window. My mafia business had been thriving for years, but I knew the game all too well. Loyalty was a luxury I couldn't afford. I had to stay vigilant, always looking over my shoulder, waiting for the next betrayal.

My phone buzzed, breaking the silence. I answered, my voice firm. 'Speak.'

' Yuvraaj, we have a problem,' my trusted advisor, Vihaan said, his voice laced with concern.

I raised an eyebrow. 'What kind of problem?'

'There's a new player in town, Yuvraaj. He's making moves, trying to muscle in on our territory.'

I cursed under my breath. This was the last thing I needed. 'Who is it?'

'Some young punk, claims to be the new boss in town.'

I laughed. 'What's his name?'

'Abhimann Mukherjee.'

My eyes narrowed. This kid had some nerve, to get on my nerve like that. 'Find out more about him,' I ordered. 'I want to know everything.'

My advisor nodded. 'Already on it, boss.'

I took a sip of my whiskey, my mind racing. This was going to be a long and bloody fight..."

Abhimann Mukherjee! Mukherjee.

******

Vihaan walked in, a folder in his hand. "Yuvraaj, we've got everything on the new player.'

I motioned for him to continue.

'His name is Abhimann Mukherjee, just like you. He's young, ambitious, and ruthless. He's been making moves, taking over smaller gangs, and building a reputation.'

I raised an eyebrow. 'What's his endgame?'

'That's the thing, boss. He's not just after territory. He's after your throne.'

I laughed. 'He thinks he can take me down?'

My advisor shook his head. 'He's not just any ordinary punk, yuvraaj. He's got skills, and he's got a personal vendetta against you.'

I leaned back in my chair, intrigued. ''What kind of vendetta?''

'He claims you ruined his family, boss. He's out for revenge.'

My eyes narrowed. This was getting personal. "Find out more about his family. I want to know everything.''

My advisor nods and walks out, leaving me to my thoughts. This was going to be a long and bloody fight, but I am ready I am Yuvraaj Singhania, the king of this country, and no one was going to take that away from me.

*******

I turn onto my street, my eyes fixed on the familiar contours of my home. I'm exhausted from a long day, and all I want to do is crash into bed. As I pull into my driveway, my gaze drifts up to my balcony, and my heart skips a beat.

Ayaan is standing there, his eyes locked onto mine. My mind races as our gazes hold for a brief moment. Then, he suddenly turns and disappears into the shadows.

My curiosity piqued, I leap out of the car and sprint towards my front door. What is Ayaan doing here? And why did he vanish so quickly? I burst into my house, calling out his name, but there's only silence.

I dash up the stairs, my heart pounding in my chest. I reach the balcony, but Ayaan is nowhere to be seen. I'm left with only questions, and a growing sense of unease...

I storm into Ayaan's room, my anger and confusion boiling over. "Ayaan, what are you doing here?" I demand, my voice low and even.

Ayaan looks up from his phone, a mixture of guilt and defiance on his face. "Just visiting, Yuvraaj," he replies casually, but I'm not buying it.

"Don't lie to me," I growl, my fists clenched. "You were lurking around my house, spying on me. What's your game, Ayaan?"

Ayaan shrugs, a smirk on his face. "Maybe I was just checking up on my dear brother in law," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

My anger erupts, and I lunge at Ayaan, grabbing him by the collar. "You're not my brother in law," I snarl, my eyes blazing. "You're just a manipulative, liar...!"

Ayaan's eyes flash, and he shoves me back, breaking free from my grasp. "And you're just a paranoid, controlling...!" he shoots back, his voice rising.

We're nose to nose, our faces red with rage, as the insults and accusations escalate. The tension between us is electric, and it's only a matter of time before...

The fight erupts, punches flying, furniture crashing, as our long-simmering rivalry boils over into chaos.

Our fists clash, our bodies collide, and our anger fuels the intensity of the fight. We're evenly matched, each blow landing with precision and force. But as we struggle, our movements become more frenzied, our bodies entwining in a fierce embrace.

In the heat of the moment, our lips crash together, a passionate kiss that's both fierce and accidental. We freeze, our eyes locked in shock, as the tension between us shifts from anger to something else entirely.

For a moment, we're suspended in time, our lips still touching, our hearts racing with a newfound awareness. Then, we simultaneously pull back, our faces flushed with embarrassment and confusion.

The fight dissipates, replaced by an awkward silence. We stare at each other, unsure what to say or do next. The tension between us is still palpable, but now it's laced with a hint of something more... something we're both unwilling to acknowledge.

"Y--you did again, you dirty homo."

"The fuck is your problem? It was just a fucking accident." I snarled.

"Accident? you must be doing it on purpose."

Ayaan's face twists in disgust. "You're disgusting, Yuvraaj," he spits out. "You're sick, a perv-"

I raise a hand, my palm facing him. "Stop, Ayaan." My voice is firm, but calm. "Your insults won't change who I am."

Ayaan sneers. "Who you are? You're a disgrace, a shame to our society-"

I pulled him closed to my chest, forcibly put my lips onto his lips, devouring them.

~to be continued