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She gasped when he cornered her frame to the wall, her front banging to the hard surface and his front capturing her from behind. He rasped in her...
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Author's POV
Afternoon, Cicily (2:45 pm) (Italy is six hours behind India, hence the time difference in different scenarios)
People buzzed around the grand hall of the hotel, conversing, flattering and showing off their power and valour. All until, the real powerful heiress decided to announce her presence. Ariaa entered inside the grand hall with her arm around Adheesh's, both dressed amicably like a power couple - her in a designer golden assemble while him in a black tuxedo. The couple screamed royalty and elegance with their appearance and stance.
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Ariaa's dress and hairstyle
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The hall was suddenly silent seeing them entering, while the duo gazed around at the place where auction was being held. Ariaa earned looks from a lot of mafia mobs, majority of them looking down on heiresses since always. They were always intimidated by Ariaa as well, and none of them could ever come up to her. Every single one of them in the hall wished to overpower her and capture her mob under their rule. That was how the power struggle in mafia world worked, either associating with other mobs or simply, stealing their thrones.
