Hey there Lovely Souls, I will be updating the 10th and if possible, even the 11th chapter as an compensation as I'm have decided to postpone "SINFULLY HIS".
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SINFULLY CLAIMED
āOpen your eyes, darling. You must see the consequences of your actions. Iām strong enough to never let you suffer them and cruel enough to make you see it.ā, his fingers held her jaw in a tight grip, making her look at the lady in front of her, burning alive. Her painful screams sent chills down her spine. He watched her, eyes filled with horror, eyes taking in the sight before he harshly turned her around, pulling her impossibly closer to him, his eyes bore in her soul, scaring the hell out of her. She had never seen him so angry before, his eyes which were usually filled with love and softness, now looked empty and almost too black, making her close her eyes. "I will ruin every man who looks at you, burn every bridge you try to cross, and silence every voice that tells you to leave. Because you donāt leave me, my love. Ever.ā, his words held a dangerous promise, which he now wrote on her soul with someoneās blood. He pushed her head in his chest, while watching the sight in front of him, with a sinister, sly smirk, gently patting her head as she sobbed on his chest, satisfied with the lesson he had just given his little wife. ----------------X---------------X------------ Rehan Raichand/Russo ā 28 years old, the most powerful Mafia Lord in the world. By day, he was the white-collared business tycoon, Rehan Raichand, a name synonymous with power and prestige. But when the sun dipped below the horizon, he shed his faƧade, stepping into the abyss as Rehan Russo, the utterly cruel, inhumane Mafia King who ruled the night with blood-soaked hands and an iron fist. Funding few of Mumbaiās most prestigious educational institutes and making generous donations to care-taking homes of the abandoned, was nothing but a carefully crafted illusion, a smokescreen to conceal the darkness within him, darker than the void that swallowed the stars. He had no place for love, no tolerance for weakness. Women were distractions, liabilities that could shatter the empire he had built on fear and blood. He was untouchable, invincibleā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦. Until she walked into his office. Aira Agnihotri, 19 years old, a business student who preferred the quiet company of books over people. An introvert, a dreamer, a girl who carried the weight of a childhood tainted by the scars of her parents, especially her mother. She sought solace in her world of fiction, avoiding the chaos of reality. But reality had other plans. The moment she unknowingly stepped into Rehanās world, she ceased to be her own. All his life, he had only seen people who would kill to save themselves. But she? She ran, without a second thought, to save a helpless kitten, unafraid, untainted by the selfishness of the world. And in that moment, he knew. He wanted her. He would have her. Airaās peaceful existence was shattered the instant she crossed paths with Rehan Raichand. Her life was never hers to begin with, not after he set his sights on her. She could run, she could hide, she could beg, but nothing would save her. Not the world. Not fate. Not even death. Because Rehan Raichand always got what he wanted, and he wanted her, caged, owned, bound to him until her last breath.
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