"Love is the only feeling that forces a girl to hate herself. Love is a crime. It destroys all the lives and creates havoc in them."
"I'll never fall in love again!"
---she sternly expressed
"I'll change my whole ex...
I'm glad to start my very first book on this honourable platform. Yes, I ain't an experienced author but just a reader who loves stories like y'all. 👀💟
This story is a bit inspired from the series "Aladdin- Naam toh suna hoga". 🖤🤍 I know it created a huge charm among the fandom. So, I just wanted to bring it to you in a bookish manner. Some scenes may seem familiar,the credit goes to the respective show. I hope it's gonna be a lovely journey and you're gonna enjoy my story very much. I hope that I'll be able to bring colours to your expectations. 💗💗
~Authour Mystery<3
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:The Beginning:
"Fuckk!!" The entire disciplinary silence of the diligent mansion flinched up in terror as a demonic roar thundered in his loudest voice followed by the terrifying sounds continuous gunshots ringing up, echoing through the walls of the mansion leaving one hundred and eleven maids and servants are left completely horrified with trembling knees as they hear the painful screams of the 2 men who had dared to betray the most ruthless and biggest Mafia Monster of India, Rudraksh Mehrotra.
A figure, all clad in black, remains seated on the king-sized sofa, surrounded by dozens of bodyguards all around. His bearded cheeks wrinkled as an evil smirk curled up to his lips, trembling the hearts of millions.
"Take these fuckers away from my sight and throw them in front of Khanna Mansion.. Let the Bastard face the consequences of messing up with me." His thick accent electrified through the dreadful silence of the area.
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Roaming his brown eyes all around, he got up from his seat, slowly making his way outside the crowd. His bodyguards stood in rows, bowing down to their majestic figure, discipline and loyalty screaming in their respectful bows.
Rudraksh left the place not even bothering to see the miserable bloodshed of the men lying dead there.
Behind him, followed another black cladded man, trying to match the same pace of his Boss.
"But Boss..What about the loss??" Said Aarav Singh Luthra, the assistant of Rudraksh. His tone laced with pure tension.
Rudra left a clever chuckle, his hands working upon undoing the tuxedo. A servant stood there, putting his head down.
He watched as his Boss threw the tuxedo away, he took it up from the ground and silently vanished into the hallways.
"To regain the losses is my passion. What about the 10,000 pieces of gold bars which are to be sent to Dubai to the smuggling leader, Mr. Chopra?"
