As Bani stands at the front door of the house, flashes of past memories cross though her mind. Seattle House is still the same even after all these years. This is the house they spent their longest honeymoon of one month...if it can be called honeymoon, then...! Being stuck inside the house alone, getting fucked, again stuck, again getting fucked and the circle goes on. Occasionally Veer would take her out but that wasn't also any casual dates or hangout. They would go to any Big 5 star hotels that Veer owned or somewhere similar that Bani was so not used to. Still she cherished those moments 'cause they came with Veer. Her stupid past-self was so dumbly smitten by this monster.

"Bani...!! Oh my gosh!! It's been so long...!!" Bani looks towards where the voice comes from and sees Vishakha approaching her. Her eyes twinkling seeing the younger's face.

Bella whispers behind her, "This house contains women too?? Who's she??"

Vishakha engulfs Bani into a warm hug. Bani hugs back...nostalgia pushing out of her. Vishakha was the only one among those people who actually considered Bani as a human being and not as some mere puppet.

"Hi, Vishakha. Yeah it's been long. Didn't think I'd see you again... here though." Bani chuckles hesitantly.

Vishakha smiles, "Yeah... neither did I. But this morning Vikrant called saying that you'd be coming. I didn't believe at first though you know...." Vishakha trails as if realising where the discussion is going.

Bani doesn't comment of that, "This is Bella. My best friend and one of those very few people who I can call as my own." Her mind bitterly flies to Mahir but then again, Mahir was a too recent news to be called as her own though she did feel close to him, "Bella, this is Vishakha. Umm...her husband Vikrant works for Veeranshu. And she is...was a school teacher...?" Bani looks at Vishakha unsurely.

"Oh I've been taking break for sometime. Vikrant needs to fly with Veer all the time you see...! I just wanted to spend some more time with him." Vishakha clears.

"Oh hi. Bella here. So how does it feel to be a wife of gangster??" Bella blurts out and Bani facepalms groaning inwardly. Bella just can't keep her manners to herself.

Vishakha laughs, "Well I just try to be the wife of Vikrant the person outside this underworld. I really don't mingle or question too much into his business." Then her expression becomes serious, "It's hard to take everything in sometimes, you know! But I hope you never have to." Then she smiles brightly again, "Let's get inside guys. You must have been very tired."

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Mahir is sat on a chair with a table In front of him. His hands are untied now. The room is apparently dark except the vague light of Seattle city that's coming though the glass window.

The door cracks then a tall figure gets in with a tray in his hand. Mahir curses as Veer sits on the opposite chair putting the tray of Whiskey and gun on the table. Both sits quiet for some time...eyes staring unwaveringly at each other.

After some time Mahir breaks the silence, "shouldn't you be bringing first-aid kit instead of whiskey and pay me an apology?"

Veer lights up a cigarette and holds another one to Mahir's lips, "I thought about it after the first blow. But then I don't think you deserve it anymore."

Mahir takes cigarette into his lips and lets Veer light it up for him. Then says spreading smoke, "Why? Is the little boy angry that I played with his favourite toy??"

Veer grips the whiskey bottle a bit tighter and Mahir blows another ring of smoke, "I should apologize to Bani for my deed and I will. But really I don't see any reason for you to expect an apology from me. You and her are old businesses. Long gone. It shouldn't matter to you whether I fuck her or -"

The whiskey bottle gets smashed against the table and Mahir just leans away closing his eyes as the pieces of some broken glass flies towards his side along with spilled liquid. Veer's eyes has become dangerously red as he growls, "Shut the fuck right up if you don't want me to shove these bullets up your ass-hole!!!"

Mahir stares at him smugly, "Wow! Lover-boy got caught in his own play, is it?? Getting all jealous now, huh?? This will be a news to Bani!!"

Veer grits his teeth hard, "I said shut up!! I don't care what she does or who she fucks!!"

"But you do!" Mahir laughs, "You do care about her!! Otherwise you wouldn't set your people around her over these years. You wouldn't get us all play your little game to bring her here!!! You've literally been paying me big fat cash just to watch over her where my only job used to be blowing up people's skull!!! My fingers got rusty from not touching guns for months now!!" Mahir complains.

"That's because she had no one when she left this place. I didn't know where she'd go or if she had anyone to call home." Veer speaks in restrained voice.

"Bullshit. You could be her home though. After spending all these years watching her I've known one thing clear that she's a wonderful home-maker. Why did you let her go?"

"Sometimes you have to." Veer just replies.

Mahir watches him intently, "she misses you, you know! She hates you? For real. But she misses you too. Sometimes I wonder what could she ever see in a prick like you...it can't just be the great sex, right??"

Veer gets up, "Stop working you dead brain on futile things. You're good at shooting target. Just do that. We'll leave in an hour. Vikrant has found something. Get ready and come."

Mahir yawns, "First thing my only skill is not the shooting target... I'm fucking good in bed too. Second clean the mess you created before you get out of here."

Veer walks to door muttering lazily before closing it behind, "It's you space, you clean it."

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So...how was the twist??? 😉
Hehe ... today I'll write Love rain, insha'Allah 😁.
Till then bye bye 😚🤍