Her Mysterious Lover

Third Person’s POV

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“I can’t believe that you lost from a girl.”, My best friend said, on which I glared at him.

Hell, even I couldn’t believe that a girl beat me in a debate competition. For the first time, I felt that even a girl had a brain. I meant all I had seen were those girls whose brains were in their knees.

And that was the beginning of my love story.

I made sure that she never realized that I used to keep an eye on her all the time. Something was differently odd about her, and after keeping a tab on her every move. I came to know about her miserable life through my trusted resource.

My father’s driver, who used to live who was the same neighborhood. (You can check Prologue for this. I have mentioned about a man over there). He told me how her parents treated her like shit since the very first day when they settled in their neighborhood.

I couldn’t help but wonder how one could survive after handling all these tortures!

She might be known as the weakest person in the school, but for me, she was the strongest and toughest girl I had ever known.

I didn’t realize when my curiosity for Falak changed my feelings for her. I started falling for her mind by each day more than before. But I couldn’t approach her and share my feeling for her because of my reputation in the school and because of the fact that my father really was!!

But I couldn’t control myself when I saw her crying in her hideout place on her own birthday. My best friend warned me about it, but I couldn’t sit silently without making her realize that there was someone in her life that loved her without her knowledge.

When I received her message the day when she didn’t attend school, I knew I had to do something before it was too late.

‘I’m not alright.

‘Please take me from here, or I will die.’

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“What happened? You look troubled? Is it Falak again?”, My best friend asked, reading my restless expression. I showed him the message, and he furrowed his eyebrow. Just like me, even he hated how everyone treated her like trash.

“Let me talk with my father.”, He said. “I’m sure he can help in this situation, but…

“But my father will also come to know about it, isn’t it?”

“Yes!”

“Just talk with your father. I will deal with my father later.”, I muttered, knowing my father was going to be super-duper mad after learning that I involved myself in a matter of a girl, not only that I involved myself in the mafia.

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My father was tapping his finger on the table, and I was standing like a scared cat in front of him. I might be a daring teenager, but I was afraid of my father.

“Are you going to speak?”

“I…I don’t know what to say, Dad.”, I whispered in a low tone.

“Two people are found dead in that girl’s house, Son. What were you thinking before doing something like that?”, He exclaimed, on which I focused my eyes on the concentre below my shoes. “You involved yourself in those things which I hate the most, girl and Mafia.”

‘I know, dad.’, I mentally said but didn’t say anything.

“You are going to stay away from that girl. I’m sending you away from here.”

“But…

“I don’t want to hear a thing from you. You might have saved that girl from hell as for now, but if I want, then I can send her back to that hell or worst. And trust me, you won’t be able to stop me from doing so.” I knew I had to listen and agree with his orders because I wasn’t in the position to fight back.

But one day, dad. One day when I would fight with you for her. I promise.

“In return, you will keep her safe, right?” I asked hopefully.

“In return, I will send her away from present hell. But I’m not going to look after her. She will have to face and handle everything in her life on her own.”, He countered back.

Though I wasn’t satisfied with his statement, I had to agree with it.

Because it was not that bad, right?

She was a tough and strong girl. I was sure that she would be able to survive alone.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

At least for a few couples of years.

“Okay!”

***

“How’s she?” I asked my best friend.

“She will need at least a month or two to get back in her shape. She has broken ribs, and bruises all over her stomach and body, and not to forget, her vocal code has also been damaged. She also had surgery for internal bleeding.”

“You’re doing no good to me by giving me so much detail.”, I hissed though deep down, I wanted to know each and every detail of my girl.

“What did your dad say?”

“As expected to say away from her.”, I muttered, rubbing my forehead. “And I will have to do that whether I like it or not!”

“Well, you were already prepared for it, weren’t you?”

“I was, but never did I think that I would have to leave her this soon. I started to finish my school, high school, college, everything with her without her knowledge.”

“Stop overthinking and smile because I’m coming with you.”, he said and kept his hand around my shoulder. “Let go and pack our bags.”, He added.

No matter how much I wanted to be mad at him. I couldn’t.

Because today he helped me by saving my girl’s life, and I knew I would be forever indebted to him after this incident.

‘Senorita, we will meet soon.’

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#TBC