Page 31 of Twisted Alliance

The investigator held the picture of the assassin from Africa without any ash covering the man’s face.

“Keep trying and also check with the other clans,” Shivay instructed.

The investigator nodded. “The Kabalis and the clans on the other side of the Singoor are hard to track, sir. They are nomads and move often.”

Shivay knew that information already. Which is why he didn’t think the Kabalis or the other nomad clans were capable of sending an assassin to Africa.

It was most likely one of the prominent clans with enough resources to even use sophisticated technology to discover him to be the heir and track his movements.

“The Bhils and the Kanwars. Focus on them as well.”

“Yes, sir. We will.”

Shivay had given more instructions. Although he was sure that someone from the Singoor lands had sent the assassin after him, he was yet to determine the motive.

One of the motives suggested was that one of the clans wanted to take over the Thakvar wealth since there were no declared heirs. However, he wasn’t entirely convinced because he wouldn’t have known the truth about his father being alive if the Africa attack hadn’t happened.

There were too many unanswered questions—the identity of the assassin, the motive behind the Africa attack, location of the missing goddess statue, and whether the alliance would be accepted by the rest of the clans.

While all those questions might take time to find answers, his primary focus would have to be on forming alliances with the rest of the clans. This meant he would have to ensure his beautiful, treacherous wife would remain beside him.

His mouth twisted into a dark smile as he entered the suite. Although he was tired from the long day and recovering from his injuries, he didn’t go straight to take a shower. His eyes sought his wife.

He had gotten a brief update from the Thakvar mansion security that his wife remained inside the suite all day, seemingly recovering from the previous day’s journey.

But the bed was empty.

With a dark frown, he was just about to order a search for his runaway wife when he found her. She was sleeping on the couch by the French doors.

He saw her petite form curled up and taking only half of the couch. She even had a blanket and a pillow that indicated she hadn’t accidentally fallen asleep on the couch.

He watched her for a long moment.

Dragging his eyes away from his wife, he turned and walked to the changing area. He shed his clothes and stepped into the bathroom to take a quick shower. The stitches were tended to by a doctor in the city.

But he recalled the horror on Ishani Gujjar’s face the previous night and that morning when he had made her dress his injuries. She was terrified but did as he ordered.

Considering she was responsible for his injuries, it was her job to fix them.

There was a hospital within the Thakvar province that his father had built. But he didn’t go there or ask a medical doctor to attend to him in the mansion as his father would not only find out about the wedding-night attack but also the person behind it.

He didn’t want his father to worry that the alliance proved to be dangerous. It would stop his father from considering leaving Singoor and flying to San Francisco.

Shivay vowed to keep his promise.

Stepping out of the shower, he went to the changing area and put on track pants. He left his upper body bare so his injuries could heal faster.

The clock showed it was well past midnight, and he would only have a few hours to sleep before having to leave the mansion for another long day. Looking forward to grabbing some rest, he went to the bedroom.

But before getting into the bed, he went towards the couch and scooped up the sleeping woman. He carried her and placed her on the bed. When he slipped in next to her, he watched her beautiful sleeping face with a dark smile.

Nothing and no one will stop me from fulfilling my promise.

Not even you, my dear wife.

CHAPTER 10

Ishani’s nightmare seemed never-ending.

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