Chapter Twenty Eight

Navmi's POV

The whole room was a mess, all decor items were on the floor, instead of their places, shredded into pieces, the sheets that adorned the king size bed were now hanging halfway, the coffee table was thrown at the corner of the room, there were pieces of mirror on the floor which was once covered with fluffy rugs.

The only thing that was intact were our pictures on the wall.

And there was frantic Aryan threatening someone on the phone.

'What might have happened that he went ballistic? '

I wondered.

"I don't know how will you do it, its your fucking job , I don't pay you for asking me questions rather than doing what needs to be done. I want her whereabouts in an hour or forget about your money. "

He sneered.

"Don't fucking....... "

"Aryan? "

I uttered his name sotto voce.

I didn't know what had happened but Aryan was scaring the hell out of me, he had his phone in one hand and the other had a gun, an actual gun.

He threw the phone on the bed.

"Baby? "

He walked to m