My Husband is a Mafia

Friend?

Ranveer's Point Of View:

I felt shattered. How could I be so heartless? Maybe that's what I am - heartless, cold. I gulpe d nervously for I was unsure of my words.

I wanted to tell her that I regretted all I did but I somehow could not bring myself to it - the only reason being my guilt. I knew I was wrong - so terribly wrong that I had no words to protect myself.

"I want to win back your friendship.", I said slowly, I knew she would turn me away. I knew she would say that I was too bad a human to be anybody's friend but I wanted her to know that I regretted. I really did not know why I was even caring about her - maybe because she reminded me of my mother.

The beautiful hair, the bewitching smile, the docile figure.

She slowly turned towards me and exhaled a deep breath.

"Ranveer, you are happy the way you live. Alone. Do not bother yourself with me. I understand you regret what you did and that is more than enough. Thank you.", Saying so she turned away with a smile - a smile of pain, of betrayal. I stood still. I could feel a part which had been locked up for years. I could feel my heart scream at me, " She is still sad! Tell her you care of you will lose your first and last friend forever."

I drew in a sharp breath and said,

"Devika, I know it is my fault. I took you there knowing what would happen. I knew he would try to rape you but I did not stop to think for once. You trusted me. I broke it. I-I", I chocked but continued,

"I must never be forgiven. I deserve a punishment. Give it to me, Devika or I will die with the same regret of hurting the person who trusted me.", I said as went down on my knees, my face cupped in my hands. A deep tempest of regret engulfing my soul. I was so mean, so inhumane! I hated myself.

I felt her soft hand touch my arm comfortingly. I removed my hands to see her face. A smile plastered on her face to hide her deep remorse, just the way I plastered a cold attitude to forget that I had no one. I felt like she emphasized with me. I had never felt that way ever in my life time. I felt like pouring out my pain like never before. I could feel my heart increasing it's pace in my chest as both of us knelt on the floor.

I immediately pulled her into my embrace as burst out into tears. I knew as a gangster my first role was to be the strongest man but the truth could not be changed. I was not the strongest! I was the weakest! My embrace around her tightened and she did not push me away. She just hugged me back lightly. Her touch felt so comforting. Just like my dead mother.

A touch of affection.

After what seemed ages I let go of her. My soul feeling a little lighter than before. I looked at her. Her eyes were wet as I still held her close.

"I am more vulnerable than any man.. I.. I don't deserve to be called a man.. ", I said as she placed her comforting hand on my face. Just the way a mother consoles his troubled child.

"You are the strongest and the bravest man I have ever met. ", She said in a voice merely above a whisper.

I felt an unknown warmth in those words of hers.

"Will you be my friend?", I said with hope. She looked at me for a while and then with a genuine smile, she nodded into a yes.