Renzo's POVI look at the beautiful woman sleeping in my arms. I am feeling so sorry for her but I am also feeling rage towards that professor. How dare he touch my women. I also felt guilty for her because I was the one who called Chris to find my brother to discuss the Spanish mafia's moves.After she was completely asleep I made her lay on the bed and went out of the room to make a phone call. "Get the professor who was with Zoya during the last class," I tell to the person on the other side. I get a reply "Yes sir".I go back to the room and lay beside her pulling her towards me. I need my rest because tomorrow is going to be a big day. Slowly I drift off to sleep. Next morningI wake up to movement near me. I open my eyes and see Zoya trying to push my hand away from her." Good morning " I say in a raspy tone. She quickly withdraws her hand. "Good morning " she slowly whispers.Once I lift my hand she gets up from the bed and walks towards the bathroom to freshen up. As I lay on
Zoya's POV"So cute," he says. And my dear people it has been confirmed that the greatest mafia leader Renzo is crazy or else how could he just kill a person and say to you that you are cute? I think he is bipolar. After a few minutes, we left the warehouse and returned home. While returning we had lunch at a restaurant. As soon as we entered the restaurant all eyes were on us. Renzo leads me to a lone corner table. We have our lunch in silence. "You still have that memory hanging around, don't you?" he asks. "Huh?" I ask confused. Your face changed a bit while I held your hands and you changed it soon, but I noticed it. " Oh yeah. It's lingering around but I felt better after punching him." I say." What can we do to make you happy?" he asks. I just shrug my shoulders. He thinks for a few minutes and then says "Go on a date with me". I was looking at him to confirm that I heard him right. He kept his face straight confirming what he just said. "OK," I tell him in a calm tone but
Zoya's POV Wow... is all that came to my mind. I didn't think that he would put this much effort into a person like me. I have always dreamed about my first date and this which is in front of me is beyond my imagination. It was just perfect, no it was ethereal.He pulled out the chair for me and stood by my side. " Good evening miss. I will be your waiter and companion for the night. Would you like a drink?" he says in a funny voice which makes me chuckle." No. Thank you" I tell him as I don't drink. After serving our food he sits down beside me. We eat in silence until he starts speaking. "You know I have been planning on asking you this for a long time. It's just I think that we should give this marriage a chance. If it doesn't work we can go on our different paths. I think we should try to understand each other and build up our relationship. What do you say? Shall we give it a try?" I stay silent for a few minutes before I reply. "I think that would be great. You have been nothin
Renzo's POVThe dumbfounded look on her face on seeing the fireworks was enough proof that I had done a good job in the arrangements. As she was admiring it I was busy admiring her. Her face was glowing under the light of the sky. As I was checking her out she slowly turned towards me and the next thing I knew I was kissing her. After an intense kissing section, we break apart (and by the intense section I mean that I was kissing her and she just allowed me, I must make sure to teach her how to kiss). She goes back to watching the sky but I didn't miss to notice the blush on her face. While I was watching her I heard some shuffling sounds around the bushes, immediately I pressed the button on my phone informing my men that someone was spying on us. I knew that something like this would happen so I had my men surround the whole place. "Shall we go home?" I ask her. She nods her head. I don't want her getting hurt because I know what the people hiding behind the bushes are capable of.
Zoya's POVIt felt like I was coming back after years when it had only been a few months As we started the journey to my parent's house in his car I had a feeling of deja vu. But the last time I was very uncomfortable with him but today I feel a bit safe being with him. We reach my home and ring the doorbell. My mom opens the door with a maid close behind her holding the aarthi plate. She makes us stand together and encircles the plate in front of us. After completing all the traditional welcoming practices she pulled me into a hug and just smiled at Renzo. We settle ourselves inside while my dad comes down. "Hi, Dad. How are you? "I ask him with a small smile. "I am fine beta. No one informed me of your arrival," he says looking at my mom. "Nivin can we talk for a moment" Renzo interrupts. He told me that he was here for a business trip but what does Dad have to do with that maybe it's related to the mafia. "Today we are having a prayer at our house for the betterment of your f
Zoya's POVWhile I went to the room after the poojas I found him sleeping so peacefully. Apart from his large frame, he looked like a baby sleeping peacefully. I had asked the maids to give him food so that's not an issue. I was busy admiring him when I realized that he was sleeping in my room on my bed, now where would I sleep? My mom would have asked the maids to keep our bags in the same room. I went downstairs. " Mom" I called. " What do you need" she questioned me. " I need another room", she gave me her judgemental look. " It's just Renzo's sleeping peacefully and he took the entire bed for himself, I don't have any space to sleep in it," I say in a slow voice hoping that she will believe it. " Oh really. Let me come and check" she said and dragged me along with her to my room. When we entered the room Renzo was sleeping in a corner leaving me a lot of space to sleep in. " It looks like the problem is solved. Now you can sleep in the bed, can't you?" she says. " Yes absolut
Zoya's POVYesterday was a great day. I enjoyed it. Renzo is a different person. Everyone thinks that he is an arrogant, egoistic, merciless mafia leader but behind all that there is a cute, funny, caring and playful soul. I have been staring at his face for more than five whole minutes. He has a scar on his left cheek and I have not noticed it still now. It has faded a lot but still visible. I placed my hand on the scar, tracing it. "Good morning" his voice startled me. I withdrew my hand. He took it and placed it on his face. " Let it stay there, it was comforting." " Can I ask you something" I ask him. " Sure". " How did you get this scar ?" . He hesitated a bit. " If you are not willing to talk about it you don't have to " I tell him. He smiles at me. " I will surely talk about it with you some other day" he says. The rest of the day I didn't see Renzo he was out busy with work. A week laterFinally our trip to India has come to an end. We have visited as many places as po
Renzo's POVI was not able to understand why she was angry. She was a fuming mess. During dinner when we were all seated she came with the plates, she just slammed the plate in front of me. I tried talking to her but she didn't allow me. After having my food I went to our room but I didn't find her there. I went to her room, she was getting ready for bed. "Zoya what are you doing here, aren't you supposed to be sleeping in our room with me? "I ask her and she doesn't reply to it and tried getting away from me. I pulled her by her wrist and held her close to me. "Please my dear tell me what I did wrong". She just kept on staring at me. " You told me that you are going to America for a business trip and that I was supposed to message you every half an hour and I did but you didn't even reply to those and now you have come home with a girl" she says the last part so innocently. I laughed at her. " Sorry. So are you telling me that you were jealous? " I ask her teasingly but she re