Dons of Punjab: Fluke of Reality✔️

Chapter 2

Amandeep Singh Aulakh

I know I shouldn't feel this way about her.

She's twelve years younger than me. She's my brother's sister-in-law. And on top of that, I live a life of danger—a life she shouldn't be anywhere near.

But no matter how hard I try, my heart refuses to listen.

Every time I see her, my pulse speeds up, my hands get clammy, and my mind loses all focus. Even when I bury myself in work or try distracting myself with other things, thoughts of her creep in. Her laughter, her voice, her smile—they haunt me in the best way possible.

I know this is wrong. I know I should let go before I get too attached. But it's already too late.

I've loved her for as long as I can remember.

And now, my older brother has taken matters into his own hands. He's already spoken to her family. The arrangement is set. She is meant to be mine.

But will she accept it?

That's what scares me the most.

Her older sisters reacted the same way when they found out about their arranged marriages to my brothers. They were hesitant, resistant—afraid. And I know she will be too.

She has every reason to be.

I'm in the mafia. My world is dangerous, full of risks, full of people who would hurt her just to get to me.

I don't want to put her through that. But at the same time, I don't want to lose her either.

I will do whatever it takes to make her love me. I'll shower her with gifts, take her to places she's never been, show her a side of me no one else gets to see. I will prove to her that I am more than just a mafia man—I am a man who can love her, protect her, cherish her.

And one day, when she finally looks at me the way I look at her, I will know that all of this was worth it.

As I walked down the grand staircase, I spotted her immediately.

She was sitting on the plush couch in the living room, surrounded by my nephews. They were playing some sort of game, their laughter ringing through the house, but I barely noticed them. My eyes were only on her.

Her long hair fell over her shoulders as she leaned in, completely focused on the little boys fighting over whose turn it was next. She had a way of making the room feel lighter, warmer.

Then, as if sensing me, she looked up.

A smile broke across her face, one so bright it made my chest tighten.

"Well, well, if it isn't the great Aman Singh," she teased, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Decided to finally grace us with your presence?"

I chuckled, shaking my head. "I didn't realize I needed an invitation to enter my own house."

She grinned, standing up. Before I could react, she walked straight to me and wrapped her arms around me in a warm hug.

I froze.

For a moment, all I could focus on was the feeling of her body against mine. She smelled like roses and something sweet, something that made me want to hold on a little longer.

This wasn't the first time she had hugged me, but every time she did, it left me breathless.

I forced myself to keep my hands at my sides, not trusting myself to return the gesture the way I wanted to.

She pulled back and looked up at me, completely unaware of the storm inside me. "I have something to tell you!" she said excitedly.

I raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"