SOMEWHERE ELSE,

“Hah, couldn't you find me? Tsk, tsk, tsk, so bad,”

A certain brown eyed man was sniggering, pushing his hair behind, accompanied by an impish smirk.

The news was surely fatal but the fact it served as a scar on the man’s ego was highly amusing for him.

It delighted him, it pleased him. In fact, that was what he wanted.

“What should we do about Zaviyaar? To have India, he is wildly searching for you,” His assistant, Bashar, asked casually.

“He will search for me in the middle east, as long as I am not there, I am safe,”

Zoran waved his hand, gesturing to be relaxed...