Nandini Verma was 18 when she penned her first story, a tale of passion, betrayal, and revenge. It was a masterpiece, poised for publication. But on the night she was to share her brilliance with the world, tragedy struck. Her abusive father, a figu...
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Tomorrow is the day-the Mafia Ball, an event that holds immense significance in my world. It's not just a gathering of power and influence; it's a place where alliances are forged, rivalries simmer beneath the surface, and every move is scrutinized. But this time, my mind isn't solely on the politics of the night. This time, I have something-or rather, someone-far more important in my mind.
As I prepare for tomorrow, I can't help but replay the memory of our kiss. It wasn't just a kiss-it was her admitting, in her own way, that she felt the same. She's mine now, and I won't let anyone or anything take her away from me. That kiss marked a turning point. We've grown closer since then, closer than I ever thought possible. I find myself constantly drawn to her, stealing kisses whenever I can, touching her whenever the moment allows. And what's even better? She doesn't shy away. Instead, she seems to enjoy the attention, sometimes even teasing me in return.
Everyone's noticed the change between us. I've caught their glances, their knowing looks. But I couldn't care less what anyone else thinks-as long as my little swan is happy, that's all that matters. Even Rakshit, my dramatic best friend, was shocked when he heard about us. His surprise quickly turned to praise, though, with him joking about how fast I'd managed to win her over. I didn't tell him, but it wasn't about speed-it was about knowing what you want and not wasting time in claiming it.
Despite Nandini's protests, I insisted on taking her shopping for a dress for tomorrow's ball. I wasn't about to let her wear just anything. She deserves the best, and I was going to make sure she got it.
I took her to the biggest fashion studio in the world-my studio. I hadn't mentioned that part to her yet, though. The building itself was a marvel of architecture, sleek and modern, with an air of exclusivity that surrounded it. As we walked through the entrance, I watched her face light up with awe. It wasn't just a store; it was a world of its own, filled with designs from the most prestigious names in fashion, each piece a work of art.
She started wandering around, her eyes filled with concentration as she examined each dress. I noticed how she looked at the price tags, her eyes widening slightly before moving on to the next one. She had no idea that every single one of these creations was within her reach-and she had no idea that the entire studio belonged to me.
I couldn't help but smirk as I gestured to one of the staff members, signaling them to gather everyone. Within moments, every employee was lined up, waiting for my command. I walked over to them, my presence commanding, my voice low but firm.
"I want her to have the best dress in this studio," I said, my tone leaving no room for doubt. "No detail is to be overlooked. Make sure she gets exactly what she wants-whatever it takes."
The staff nodded, their expressions a mix of respect and fear. They knew who I was, and they knew better than to disappoint me.
Nandini was still lost in her world, completely unaware of the scene unfolding behind her. I watched as the head designer approached her, offering assistance in a polite but urgent manner. They treated her with the utmost care, as if she were royalty, which, in a way, she was-my Queen .
