Chapter - 130

Chapter - 130
I froze in my tracks as the guns were aimed at me. Will they shoot me? But why? Aren't they supposed to punish Darsh for sitting in The Boss chair instead of shooting me for throwing the Thai Green curry at him?

"Relax, Guys! She is stupid and not worthy." He ordered the men around him and they obeyed by dropping their aim from me.

"What do you mean by it Darsh? You are stupid by sitting in the Boss chair and in his room." I yelled at him.

Darsh started wiping his face with a tissue paper to remove the curry stains. "Well, I am the Boss!"

"No. You are The Boss brother, Darsh. Kartik is the Boss." I said getting confused with his words.

He laughed.

"You mean the one lying dead? I don't think he will ever wake up. As of now, I am in next line to be a Boss."

I shook my head.

"No. Kartik is taking rest for his internal organs. He will be back and you must go from this place before he gets angry." I tried to explain it to him. "Remember, Kartik's punches always disfigured your face."

His face turned serious. "He was stabbed by the Rathore's men, who are well trained in using the combat knives. Those men know how to kill someone and they have used poisoned blades, so there is no way, Kartik will heal." He walked towards me and stood a feet away.

"Kartik. Will. Die." He stressed every word.

Thud!

He fell on the ground as I kicked him between his legs. I immediately sat on his back and pulled his hair in my fists. He yelped in pain but it wasn't enough for me. He has to be sorry for uttering those words against my Kartik.

Darsh not belonging to the Mafia couldn't defend himself even from a princess like me. It made easier for me to attack this American boy who is crying for help.

His soldiers finally detached me from Darsh's hair and I pulled fistful of his hair in my hand. As soon as he stood up with the help of his men I blew the loose hair in my fist on his face and he began sneezing continuously.

"That's what you get for uttering nonsense." I shouted still being in the clutches of his men.

"Thank your stars that I have no interest in killing a shitbag like you, Aadhya. If there is anyone in your place they would be dead by now." He warned me.

"Why?" I realized something and scoffed. "You think I will still marry you? No. You are toxic and I am cancelling the marriage."

"No. I will harm anyone who is my opponent and you are not one of them."

"One of them? Dude I literally hit you and gave you a bald patch." I said with confidence.

"My goal right now is to kill anyone who is related to Kartik, the former Boss. Like Kartik's soon to be wife Lavanya, Kartik's right hand Gautam and Kartik's mother, Amolika. They are a threat to me and not you." He stated like a matter of fact.

I gasped.

He shouldn't have triggered my weak point. "I am close to Kartik than anyone you have listed, idiot. I am soon to be Kartik's wife and I love him."

He laughed so hard it vibrated in the closed room.

"Stop dreaming sweety! Kartik will not marry you just because you warmed his bed for a few nights. He will marry Lavanya as per their agreement." His eyes had a dangerous glint. "The thrill of killing the wife of Boss is something else."

"Then you should kill me and not Lavanya. I will be Kartik's wife. Kartik confessed that he loves me and he did it to nobody." I bragged.

"Really? You really believe all the shit men say to get into the pants? I said a thousand something like this to your maid now look what's her situation." He twirled the paper weight on the table between his fingers. "In this Mafia world we have to do many things to get powerful."

His words are shaking me. Will Kartik lie to me? Is his love fake? What if I am being used by Kartik in his power game?

I shook my head trying to not believe anything my mind suggests. No. I cannot doubt Kartik. I love him and I should not lose my trust just because this Bullock Cart is spewing all these nonsense.

"Kartik is not all men!" I said gaining Darsh's attention. "Kartik is The Boss and will be The Boss. Nobody can match even a single string of him." I said it in my own way.

He was about to reply me but stopped as soon as Amolika ran into the room sobbing.

"My angel, what are you doing? Why are you in this hell instead of going to the mainland?"

"I don't want to go anywhere. I am the Boss."

She gasped. "No. Don't utter such words my child. I can't lose you in this Mafia world. You are precious leave all this to Kartik."

Darsh rolled his eyes. "Kartik is dead and someone has to protect our Empire. So, I will do it. I am the Boss."

Amolika covered his mouth from uttering more words. "My child, why must you risk your precious life? Let the next rank take The Boss place and you go to the mainland."