This story is about y/n Singh from India. She lives with her adopted mother who hates her and forces her to do the work she doesn't like.
What will happen when y/n gets to know about her mum dating an ex-mafia kings who has 7 freaking sons?
Will sh...
<Y/n Pov > I again woke up with tearyeyes, breathing heavily from that nightmare which have been hunting me since 13 years. I haven't slept peacefully since then. I stood up from my bed and went towards balcony to calm myself down.
Y/n balcony
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As my breathing gets normal and calming myself down I return inside my room to get ready for my new school.
(Well you all must be confused why new school well it's because I am suspended from my previous school as I broke principle's son hand when he tried to touch me without my permission. )
Outfit
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After getting ready I went downstairs as I reached downstairs I heard my mother talking to someone on phone smiling and blushing........that's weird. I went towards her and called her.
Y/n:mom
Mom:.........
Y/n:mom
Mom:.........
Y/n:MOM
mom:yahhhh.......what?why the hell are you screaming early on the morning.
Y/n:as if I want to scream. I was calling you but you were busy talking with someone.
Mom:were you listening my conversation you bitch. Didn't your dead parents taught you not to listen and disturbe elders..huh?
Y/n:old bitch don't you say my parents name from your disgusting mouth. I just called you cause your senses has become dead. Can't you smell your f*cking breakfast burning.
Mom:what the f*ck were you doing you should have called me before only.
Y/n:as if I was calling our neighbours mom. Anyway enjoy your brunt breakfast I am getting late for my class.
Saying that I went outside to go school on my bike ignoring her shouting at me like a mad person.
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I sat on my bike and drove towards my new school.
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Well it's pretty big from my previous school. As I drove inside the school everybody were staring at me and I heard them whispering about me.
Boy42:daam...she is so hot. (Well yeah I am)
Girl54:She looks like foreigner. She doesn't look like korean. (I'm Indian
Girl31:yes,she looks so cute. (AM I)
Boy12:she looks badass. Her eyes oh god it's so pretty. (Ohh boy you are right)
Girl35:no she is not. She is same as other girls a slut and even I'm better looking than her. (As if)
Boy42:just accept the fact that you are jealous of her beauty. (Roasted)
Girl35:whatever. But I'm sure queen's will bully her. ( who is these queens who will bully a bully)
Girl12:she should stay away from our oppas. (Now who are these oppas of these makeup cakes)
Ignoring all the whispers I went inside the hall to find the principle office. As I was searching principles office I bumped into someone's hard chest.
