Chapter 11: The Unthinkable
Mafia's Little Woman
Ekansh's POV
The day began like any other, my mind consumed with work and the endless demands of my position. Dia had been surprisingly quiet since our last interaction, which both relieved and unnerved me. I knew she was trying to adjust, but something about her silence didnât sit right.
I was in the middle of a meeting with my men when I received the call. It was Arjun, one of my trusted lieutenants. His voice was tense, a rare thing for someone as composed as him.
"Boss, we have a problem," he said, his words clipped.
My grip on the phone tightened. "What kind of problem?"
"Dia... she's gone. Someone took her."
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The world seemed to blur for a moment as his words sank in. I shot out of my chair, my men instantly falling silent. "Explain. Now," I barked, my voice colder than ice.
Arjun took a deep breath. "She went out to the garden, like she does every morning. She was with one of our guards, as per your orders. But there was an ambush. A group of menâweâre still identifying themâtook her. It was coordinated, quick. They knew what they were doing."
My blood boiled. I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears as I tried to process what he was saying. I had stationed guards around her specifically to avoid something like this. How the hell did they manage to take her under my watch?
"Where were the guards? How did they let this happen?" I demanded.
"They were neutralized, Boss. We found them unconsciousâdrugged, not dead. The men who took her... they left no trace except a message."
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I clenched my fists, fury bubbling beneath the surface. "What message?"
Arjun hesitated before responding. "They left a card. It was signed by Ajay Patel."
The name hit me like a bullet. Ajay Patel was a rival, a snake I had crossed paths with too many times before. We had an uneasy truce for months now, but clearly, that was over. This wasnât just a messageâit was a declaration of war.
I slammed my hand against the desk, the sound echoing through the room. "Find out where theyâve taken her. I donât care what it takesâcall in every favor, track every lead. I want her back now."
"Already on it, Boss," Arjun assured me.
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As I ended the call, a storm of emotions raged within me. Fear. Anger. Guilt. Diaâs face flashed in my mindâher quiet defiance, her hesitant smiles, the way she seemed to bring light into the darkness of this house.
I hadnât just failed to protect her. I had put her in danger simply by bringing her into my world. And now, someone else had her, someone who would use her as a pawn in their twisted games.
But they didnât know who they were dealing with.
I grabbed my coat and my gun, my men already gathering to move out. Whoever had taken her had made the biggest mistake of their lives. I wasnât just going to get Dia backâI was going to make sure no one ever dared to touch her again.
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Authorâs POV
The entire mansion was enveloped in a tense silence as Ekansh stormed through its halls, his eyes blazing with fury. The staff had never seen him like this before. Ekansh Raghuvanshi was known for his ruthless composure, his ability to handle any situation with an icy calm. But today, that veneer had cracked, and what lay beneath was a storm none of them dared to face.
The servants exchanged uneasy glances, whispering among themselves. It wasnât just his anger that shocked themâit was who that anger was for. Dia. A girl who had only recently arrived and had no connection to the underworld. Yet, here he was, ready to burn the world down for her.
"Do you think he... cares for her?" one of the maids whispered to another, glancing toward the office door that had just slammed shut.
"Itâs more than care," another replied. "Heâs furious, yes, but itâs like heâs... terrified. Iâve never seen him like this before, not even for his own family."
Inside the office, Ekansh stood by the large window, his fists clenched. His phone vibrated incessantly with updates from his men, but nothing substantial had come through yet. He replayed Arjunâs words in his head: Ajay Patel. The name sent a fresh wave of rage coursing through him. How dare that man touch what was his?
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The staff continued their work in hushed tones, afraid to draw attention to themselves. Ekanshâs movements were sharp and purposeful as he prepared to leave, his eyes cold and dangerous. The sight of him in this state was enough to send shivers down anyoneâs spine.
One of the older servants, who had worked for the family for decades, murmured, âThe girl must be special. Heâs never lost his control like this before, not even when his rivals targeted him directly.â
The younger maids nodded in agreement. They had watched Dia during her brief time here, noting how she moved quietly, her presence unassuming yet oddly magnetic. She wasnât like anyone who had ever stepped foot in this mansion, and it seemed Ekansh was more affected by her than even he realized.
As Ekansh finally emerged from his office, his expression was a mask of deadly determination. His men were already assembled outside, armed and ready to follow his orders. But it wasnât just his men who noticed the change in himâit was everyone.
"Heâs going to war," one of the butlers murmured under his breath. "And itâs not for power, not for revenge. This time, itâs for her."
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The air in the mansion grew heavier as Ekanshâs car roared out of the driveway, his convoy following close behind. The staff stood in silence, watching the vehicles disappear into the distance. No one dared to speak, but the unspoken truth was clear: Dia had become more than just a captive to Ekansh.
For the first time in years, the Mafia King wasnât fighting for his empire, his pride, or his power. He was fighting for something far more personal, something that had shaken him to his core.
And everyone knew that whoever had dared to take Dia from him wouldnât live to regret it. Ekansh Raghuvanshi was a man of his word, and his word now was vengeance.