"Nandini belongs to me. She belongs to Lucifer," Manik whispered, taking a sip of his beer.
"She will never be yours, Manik. You killed her fiancé," Cabir shouted, his voice filled with anger.
Manik pulled out a gun from his pocket, pointing it at C...
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It had been a month since the tragic incident. Nandani was compelled to give false testimony that she could not see the man who murdered her fiancé. She made this false statement to release Navya and Dhruv's parents, from the clutches of Manik.
Once full of joy, Nandani slowly lost her sparkle and stopped speaking. She started spending more time alone. She couldn't eat well, struggled to sleep, and her happy dreams vanished. Depression took over, stealing her smile and brightness, leaving her feeling lost and hopeless.
Meanwhile, Manik enjoyed his cruel ways, living his life without any guilt.
As Cabir entered the bar, he found Manik with a good-looking chick on his lap.
"I need to have a word with you, Buddy," Cabir said.
"Can't you see I'm occupied at the moment, Cabir?" Manik retorted, his attention fixated on the girl before him, their lips intertwining in a hungry kiss.
Cabir cleared his throat. "I bring tidings that may interest you. Your long-standing rival, Augustin Dos Santos, has finally returned to France."
A sly smirk curled upon Manik's lips. "Is that so?"
"Yes, indeed. Tomorrow, at restaurant La Grande Maison de Bernard Magrez, he will deliver three hundred packets of drugs to one of 'Soaring Eagles' esteemed clients," Cabir revealed.
Manik's curiosity was piqued. "At what hour shall this meeting take place?"
"Eight o'clock in the evening," Cabir answered.
A sinister smile crept across Manik's face, "Tomorrow, I shall settle old debts. Augustin Dos Santos must face the consequences of his disloyalty."
" Et la mort est la seule punition, Je donne pour les trahisons!" he muttered, gritting his teeth.
[ Translation: And death is the only punishment, I give for betrayals]
The blonde-haired girl seated on Manik's lap was meticulously listening to their conversation.
"I think I should go now. You've to finish the unfinished task, isn't it?" Cabir enquired.
Manik nodded with a smile.
With a ferocious intensity, he pinned the woman to the couch, tearing apart her exquisite lingerie in a single motion. He fucked her like a beast. Their cries of pleasure mingled with the rhythmic slapping of their skin.
"I can't take it anymore, sir," the girl whimpered.
"This is your punishment for deceiving me, bitch. What led you to believe I was a fool? I knew from the beginning, that you work for my enemy Harshad. You're Harshad's favourite whore," Manik's grip tightened around her throat, his voice dripping with venom.
