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— 𖤐 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐇𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :
Escape.
Many say cowards are the ones who escape from situations, but I am anything but a coward.
I tried. I tried so fucking hard to fight this head on. I fought tooth and nail.
Every ounce of my being has been dedicated to resisting, to avoiding a marriage with a stupid mafia prince who will rule on me like I'm his fucking property.
When all strategies fail, escape becomes the only viable option.
I am Mirha Ivanov, the only daughter of Mikhail Ivanov and Mehreen Ivanov.
Mikhail Ivanov is the ruthless mafia boss. He is strict, unfeeling and cold. My dad is Russian meanwhile my mom is Indian— Mehreen Izhaar.
My parents had the cliché mafia love story which you read in fictional Novels.
Dad was on a mission in India, where he met mom and became downright obsessed with her. And like any other mafia bosses who gets what's they want by will or force, my dad forced my mom into marriage.
And of course mom accepted her fate and fell in love with him eventually.
She believes he's not entirely unfeeling and has a heart but I disagree.
When his only daughter literally begged him not to marry her off, he didn't care, he remained unmoved.
Mikhail Ivanov has indeed provided for all my needs and protected me. However, there's one thing I've craved for my entire life till now—the warmth and affection.
Mom is nice. But she has obligations as a mafia wife, which lead her to be neglectful at times.
For 22 years of my existence, I've been following his rules, but now I've had enough. I'll escape this.
Today is my marriage with a mafia heir because it's expected for a mafia princess to marry another mafia heir
However, I refuse to succumb to this fate. I will defy the predetermined path.
I. will. Escape.
I lift up my heavy, intricately embroidered golden lengha, revealing my jeans underneath.
I bend down to tighten the shoe lace of my white knickers.
My dark brown hair is styled in a messy yet neat bun adorned with delicate white flowers.
A silver veil gracefully drapes over my hair, secured in place by carefully placed pins that shimmer in the light and a white earpiece is nestled into my ear
Amidst the hustle and bustle of the preparations, I've sent all my stylists away, saying I need a moment alone to gather my thoughts and emotions and prepare myself for marriage.
