“He’s not worth it. Let’s go.” I tug Samarth along and walk away.
Once we’re out of earshot, Samarth exhales sharply. “I hate you being around any of them, Meera. I told you to wait for me before coming, didn’t I?”
“I know,” I say quickly, waving it off. “But forget that for a second. I have something important to tell you.”
His brows knit together. “What?”
“Veer,” I whisper, leaning close. “He’s upstairs… doing drugs.”
Samarth curses under his breath. “Of course he’s up to something shady.”
“I want to catch him,” I say, determination threading through every word.
He nods, scanning the hall. “Okay, but we have to be careful.”
I nod, spotting Dev at the bar, his back to us as he sips his drink, his attention fully on it and not on us.
Samarth and I move through the crowd towards the staircase. As we climb, my heavy lehenga keeps catching under my heels, but Samarth steadies me every time.
When we reach the door, he looks at me. “Ready?”
I nod, lifting my phone. “For this? Always.”
He twists the knob and opens the door just a crack.
Through the narrow gap, the room comes into view. The smoke is thick in the air, with neon lights flickering acrosssprawled bodies and discarded bottles. At the centre, Veer is bent over a glass table, a rolled note in hand, white powder lined meticulously in front of him. He snorts a line and throws his head back, lost in the high.
My heart races. This is it.
I quietly snap a couple of photos, making sure to capture a close-up of his face with the drugs clearly visible.
After clicking, I lower the phone, my lips curling into a victorious smile. “Got it.”
Samarth exhales excitedly. “This… this is huge.”
“I know,” I whisper, stepping back as Samarth shuts the door behind us.
As we head back to the party, a thrill coils in my chest. At last, whatever’s coming for them can’t be stopped now.
Chapter 10
Dev
Taking a sip of whiskey, I let the burn settle low in my chest as a smirk curves my lips. For whatever reason Meera was at that engagement, one thing was clear. She hadn’t, or more accurately, wasn’t able to, do a damn thing to cause any trouble or ruin the ceremony.
The only damage she caused was igniting a wildfire inside me, something she had perfected. Tonight, she drove me crazier than ever, looking utterly breathtaking in that lehenga, making my hands itch to touch her. Through the entire ceremony, no matter who I spoke to, my attention kept snapping back to her. The only thing souring my mood was that idiotic Samarth.
My grip tightens around the glass as the memory of him grabbing my hand to stop me flashes before my eyes. Fuck, it took everything in me not to break his hand. And seeing him hover beside her until the very end was another kind of torture, one I fully intend to rectify.
I take another sip of my drink when one of my men steps into the living room.
“Sir, the police are here.”
The glass stills in my hand, and I glare at him from the couch. “For what?”
“They… they have an arrest warrant for Veer sir,” he stammers, his eyes flicking nervously towards me as I stand abruptly.
“An arrest warrant,” I repeat, my jaws clenching. “For Veer? In my house? Have they forgotten whose doorstep they’ve come to?”
