Dark Romance.
Warning!!
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Gunnar aka Humza Ghazali, is a name that sends chills through Mumbai. A ruthless mafia boss, a cold-blooded killer-His presence alone is enough to suffocate those around him. He rules the underworld with an iron fist. He i...
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Rhythm's Pov:-
I was staring at the mirror, those dull eyes stared back at me with nothing but sadness and emptiness. Wearing my bridal attire, I was sitting in front of the mirror while I was being dolled up for the wedding.
I feel completely numb, tears kept rolling in my eyes throughout but never fell from them. My whole world is going to change after this wedding and I have no way to stop it or escape from this nightmare.
"Wow!" Amina's voice reached my ears and I glanced at her reflection in the mirror, she was dressed in a dark green lehenga, (A full ankle-length skirt worn by Indian women, usually on formal or ceremonial occasions.)
She looked stunning in that dress.
"Oh my god, Rhythm you look so gorgeous, " She said while walking towards me.
I glanced at myself, this red lehenga, the jewellery and no amount of makeup could make me feel beautiful or happy inside. I feel disgusted at myself for not fighting back and accepting what's happening to me.
This is not me.
This is not the girl my dad raised.
This is not Rhythm Hussain.
In just two days, Gunnar turned me into someone I don't recognize and I hate this version of me.
"Hurry up..." I hear Farah's voice, she stopped in mid-sentence as her eyes fell on me,
"Oh goodness..." she smiled.
I stood up as they finished dolling me up.
She walked over to me with a huge smile on her face, "Let's go,"
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We were standing in front of the beautifully decorated wedding hall, I had the red Veil over my head, covering my face. I had a blank expression on, the hall was filled with people. These people are of course dangerous people working with or for the devil.
As I was walking toward him, I noticed my family sitting. Everyone was looking at me with sad and defeated looks. My mother had tears running in her eyes and looking at her something inside me broke.
I know they don't want me married to this monster but they have no other choice like me, I'm damn sure Gunnar must have threatened them as he did to me.
My eyes landed on the person sitting on the stage beside the priest who was chanting mantras, he was dressed in a cream-coloured sherwani( A long knee-length coat closed up to the neck worn by Indian men).
He looked devilishly handsome in it.
His eyes were locked on me, and his gaze was so intense. As I made my way toward him, I could feel my heart slamming against my ribcage. Looking at him, and the empty place beside him, where I must sit, a sudden wave of anxiety hit me.
