What happens when the most powerful mafia king obsesses over a police officer? Oh, the irony...
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"You're mine, with or without your will, Amrita."
"You have no control over me. If you think I'll obey all your commands then you are highly...
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Amrita's POV-
I couldn't believe I opened up to him.
Well, it's not I regret it entirely, either.
I needed to let it out.
I never open up to people unless the person was Sia.
We were Dubai. If circumstances were different, I would truly enjoy my time because Dubai was my dream place to visit. But now, considering the circumstances, it's different.
We reached his mansion and my jaw dropped to the ground.
It was so beautiful.
There was a exquisite fountain on the first floor which looked absolutely striking. A white Lamborghini was parked beside the fountain. I loved luxury cars.
"Liked it?" He asked, disrupting my reverie.
I hummed in response. He opened the door for me and lent out his hand.
I unwillingly placed my hand in his.
He picked me up bridal style and I yelped, hitting his chest.
"Is this necessary?" I whined.
"Necessary, no. Wanted, yes. It looks romantic."
"It would, under different circumstances," I mused.
He carried me inside the mansion and led me into the hall.
It looked magnificent. The place didn't look royal but instead had a modern yet luxurious touch to it, which made it look incredibly phenomenal. The walls had a vivid white color and long, transparent windows. A white, long sofa was placed in the center of the hall. It had a gold covering on it which made it stand out. There was a circular, glass table in front of the sofa. Majestic, dazzling paintings hung on the wall.
They surely costed a fortune. A long, white, modern chandelier hung from the ceiling, brightening the hall.
I didn't realize I was still in his arms until he stroked my face.
"Stop," I whispered.
He smiled and kissed my temple.
"Come. I'll show you our room."
It took time for the words to sink in...'our'?
"What do you mean by our room?"
"We'll be staying the same room of course," He stated the obvious.
"But you'll sleep on the couch," I replied quickly.
"Nope. It's our house, and our room."
Talk about communism.
He carried me up the flight of stairs despite my protests. He went up to the first floor and stopped in front of a white-gold door.
