Krsna x Y/N

Krsna x Y/N (Mafia Fever)

AN: This is a very short one. Probably just an idea and I might do something on it later. But for now, it's kinda open ended ;) 

Warning: This story contains violence, mature themes, and strong language.

As you walk out to confront him, the tension hangs thick in the air.

"What was that, Krish? You promised you wouldn't pull something like this," you say, your brow furrowed in frustration.

"You said it was just a meeting, I didn't know dates are called meetings these days?"

"It was a meeting, Krish. Am I not even allowed to talk to other people now? You can't expect me to keep a stern face throughout it all."

He snorts, retrieving a cigarette packet from his pocket.

"Stop it," you demand, swiping the cigarette from his mouth before he can light it."What's your problem Krish? What you did in there was embarrassing!"

"Oh, was it now? But I guess it's not embarrassing when you spread your legs for me in my bed." he retorts.

"What?" You're taken aback, stunned by his words.

Within a second you've your knife against his throat.

"How dare you?" you seethe, as you clench your other fist in disgust and disbelief.

Several gasps errupts around you mixing with the sudden commotion. You hear the ominous click of guns being drawn, and you can sense the tension rising as his men react to the threat by probably pointing their guns at you.

"Fuck you Mr. Krishna Kaul. All you men are the same." you say, your voice quivering with anger and hurt, as tears threaten to spill from your eyes.

You turn on your heel and walk away, ignoring both his men and him. He waves a hand to signal his men to stand down.

You head straight towards the parking out and within a few minutes, you're out of there.

What Krsna said to you was hurtful and unacceptable. You didn't expect this from him, but then again what did you expect from a guy like him? A player, a mafia figure – every clichéd trope of a despicable man rolled into one.

A few hours later

"I warned you about him but you never listen to me do you?" Look at our family name, it's respected by so many people here." Maya, your big sister, her voice mixed with frustration and concern.

"Seriously our family name that's all you care about?" Your words are sharp, cutting through the air with bitterness.

"Have you ever thought about me? Our actual family? The one with our biological father? Did you forget our roots the same way you forgot about him after his death."

"Y/N-"

"I hate this life, this certain way that we're supposed to act because of this family name and respect shit that you're always on about. I wanna do whatever the fuck I want and I can do that only when I'm with him. I don't have to worry about anything or anyone's judgements unlike you." you quip.

"He smuggles women." she states.

"No, he doesn't do that. Where do you get your news from?" you reply frowning in disbelief.

"He smuggles drugs and guns for sure and that's just as terrible. And look at the way he treats you. What he said about you at the hotel lobby. He thinks you're just his little slut."

One of her assistants must have told her about that which is probably why she decided to talk about your relationship with Krsna all of a sudden. Her words cut right through you. You wish you could deny that but after what happened you're not sure anymore, your confidence is fading.

"Men like him they only like to own things, control them and call it their own and that's what he's doing with you. He doesn't love you; he owns you, your freedom, and your life. You're never seeing him ever again, and that's final." she states with authority.

Her commanding tone reflects her position of respect and authority. She has a clear conscience and makes cut-throat remarks.

"And what you're doing is not controlling at all?" you question.

"I'm only doing this because I'm your big sister, and I love you. It's my job to see that you're not getting caught up in some scandal and leading a terrible life." she replies, her tone more soft, almost motherly.

You decide to let the argument go, realizing there's no use in pushing back anymore. After she leaves you walk out towards your room's window, and gaze at the night sky as past happy memories of you and Krsna comes back to you. Can things go back to the way they were ever again?

Back at Krsna's place

Krsna had been pondering on what had happened earlier. The day had started bad, and seeing that guy so close to you had only made it worse. The way he touched you, the familiarity in his gestures—it all brought back painful memories of his ex, her betrayal. He couldn't afford another heartbreak.

He never imagined he could fall so deeply for someone after his ex, but fate had a twisted sense of humor. If only he had met you earlier in his life, maybe things would be different and he wouldn't be here.

He wasn't always in this business. There was a time when he was just a detective. The bureau he worked for got him involved with the local thugs in order to exterminate them from their roots, but as he began dealing with them he realized that the rabbit hole went deeper than what the bureau knew and he decided to get involved with the source of the problem - the mafia families.

But the thing about the mafia is that once you get in you can never get out, not without consequences. They're ruthless about their discretion, and breaking that code means risking everything. He managed to get into the Leone's family, one of the most powerful, influential, and corrupt families in the underworld. He quickly rose through the ranks, but he soon realized that taking them down was impossible alone.

He could only control them if he became the boss or the underboss at the very least, but for that he needed allies, and there were a few candidates that seemed happy to help him reach his goals. There was a catch, of course, there always is, but he had other plans for them too.

As a Consigliere of the Leone family, he had to do things that made him question his morals, but sometimes you have to do questionable things for the greater good.

AN: I wish I could change his real name and identity to add some more realism, but since he's not a fictional character I can't. Anyway, I hope you like it. Tony Montana was def an inspiration. Thanks for reading :)