"Shubman and the Albanian mafia have signed an alliance," one of the brothers said as they walked through the hallways. "He has full control over the drug trade in Europe now."

The frustration in his tone was evident.

"The Sicilian mafia too," he muttered. "You know, we might as well become tea sellers. At least they know how to have a contract in hand."

"The harder you fall, the stronger you-"

"No, don't give me that crap, Neil. I don't need your philosophy," his brother cut him off.

"Be patient, Sidhu. Our time will come," Neil said as he opened the door to a bedroom.

"When?" He asked, walking inside the room with his brother.

"Soon," the older one replied.

"How?" Sidharth asked again and he only averted his eyes to the person sitting on the bed in front of him.

Neil looked back at him with an uncanny smile. "By a person we picked up from a mall last week."

"Him?" He looked unimpressed, not really believing that this middle aged man sitting up on a bed with a blank expression on his face and a bandage wrapped around his leg could do anything.

"We've been keeping an eye on Y/n," Neil started. "Our men doing the usual observation noticed him trying to escape after an attempt on her, and thought it'd be nice to give him a ride."

"He did our job even without an invitation," Sidharth mumbled, slightly impressed now. "Did any of Shubman's other rivals hire him or was it self-assigned?"

"In his words, he's someone Y/n knows very well," he walked towards the bed. "Her maternal uncle."

The doctor left the room once he was done with cleaning and dressing the wound like he has been doing for the past few days.

"Wait, her uncle tried to kill her?" Sidharth asked. "What kind of soap opera is this?"

"I'm Neil," he introduced himself to the bedridden man who glanced up at him. "This is my brother, Sidharth."

"You have very different names," your uncle said in a dull voice. "I wouldn't have believed that you're brothers."

"The meanings complement each other," Sidharth added and his brother only looked at him as if to ask 'Was that really needed?'

"We were a little busy this week so we couldn't visit you," he started. "Hope you've received great treatment from our side."

The middle aged man said nothing and the brothers just stared at him for a few seconds before one of them spoke up again.

"Why did you try to kill Y/n?" Neil asked and your uncle's fingers twitched.

For the first time since he arrived in this mansion, there was some kind of emotion in his eyes. And it was nothing good at all.

"I want revenge," his voice was an octave louder than his previous words.

"Revenge," Neil said to himself and nodded. "I won't pry into family matters but we'll give you full support."

"Anything you need," Sidharth said this time. "Information, resources, weapons. You'll be provided."

Your uncle said nothing and Neil looked at him once before he turned around to leave.

"Rest well," Neil said as he stood near the doorway. "You'll have a lot to plan."

With that, he stepped out of the room with his brother.

"Aren't you trusting him too much?" Sidharth voiced out. "You know, for someone we've just seen and with no criminal record on him."

"Maybe," he replied. "But what's more powerful than an aggravated person wanting to stop at nothing for revenge."

Meanwhile~

"No, not like that," you said, stopping Shubman. "This is how they did it in the ads."

You used your nail to rip the silver wrapper in the middle, breaking the two KitKat bars apart.

Taking one out, you handed it to him while keeping one for yourself. "Where should I throw the wrapper?"

"It's fine, baby. Leave it here," he got the wrapper from your hand, placing it on the mahogany table beside you both.

He brought the KitKat bar towards your mouth and you bit on it impulsively.

Leaning forward, Shubman did the same, biting on the other end of the chocolate bar, pulling away when he was an inch away from your lips.

You pushed the rest of the KitKat into your mouth, eating the next one after a slight slap to his chest and a small smile on your lips.

"How was your day?" He asked, moving so that he could sit in his chair.

"The usual," you replied as he held your hand and pulled you towards him slowly, making you stand near him. "Shahneel and I sketched the designs last time. So we selected the fabrics and patterns today. Then we gave instructions to the team members on making the prototype and-"

Shubman listened to you tell him all about your day, while also pulling you down gently so that you could sit on his lap.

Since there was no one else inside his office, your arms went around his neck without pausing your narration of every event, starting from the morning.

"And then Shahneel took me to a restaurant where they served vanilla ice cream with Fanta poured over it at the end," you ranted as he kissed your cheek, his hand holding yours on your lap.

(A/n: My sister tried this)

You turned your head to face him, running your fingers through his perfectly set hair.

"A bite or two was fine but then I felt like it had a tangy taste," you added, one of his hands placed on the small of your back.

You could go on for an hour about how you felt after eating the dessert, but a knock on the door interrupted you.

Shubman swore if it wasn't for you, he would've shot whoever was so unfortunate to interrupt his precious time with his love.

But his glare directed towards the door quickly changed when you looked back at him.

Placing a kiss on his lips, you were about to get off his lap.

He held you by your waist as he got up from the chair, lifting you up and making you sit on the table.

"Baby, I have a meeting in a couple of hours and Ishan is leaving with me too," Shubman started. "I'll be here for dinner but in case I'm not, don't wait up for me."

He held your cheek, caressing it before kissing you again.

Your hands settled on his shoulders, responding to him almost immediately, moving your lips with his.

Talcum powder is the softest material in the world. But it got nothing on Shubman's lips.

You pulled away first, breathing just a bit unsteadily as he placed another kiss on your cheek.

"Don't skip dinner and if you don't want to sleep alone, stay with di. I'll be back soon. Okay?" He asked and you nodded.

With a smile, he kissed you briefly before composing himself, tugging at his blazer.

As you got down from the table, Shubman told the person standing outside to get in.

"Sir, the car is ready and the schedule for tomorrow has been moved," Robin said as soon as he was inside, knowing his boss was not in the mood for any prolonging.

He was thinking that maybe he should've come in five minutes later, feeling the tempered eyes on him. He could tell by the way there was still a hint of annoyance in them.

"Ishan," Shubman said as he walked you both towards the door, after you grabbed the KitKat wrapper from the table.

"Sir has been informed too and will join you at the meeting's venue," Robin said as you walked past him.

You were five feet away from the door when he spoke up again. "Out."

Once Robin left the room, Shubman wrapped his arms around you in a hug, staying for a minute until you pulled away.

"I love you, sweetheart," he said as he kept his hands around your waist.

"I love you too," you smiled, setting his hair again. "Ask me how you look."

And he did without questioning. "How do I look?"

You moved your hand that was on his shoulder, placing it against his cheek before you pinched it. "Like you're mine."