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*Ruthless Mafia x innocent girl*
Sheza Khan youngest daughter of Kabir Khan, a minor gangster. . She is eighteen years old. She is a calm and peaceful yet naive-minded girl. Not being treated well, she is an innocent and very shy typ...
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Sheza stood in the middle of the lamp shop, her eyes bouncing between two gorgeous lamps. One was a deep, emerald green that screamed elegance, while the other was a sleek grey that perfectly matched the theme of their home. She frowned, torn between the two. "Hmm, which one should I take??" she mumbled, her confusion growing.
Behind her, the three mafias—her loyal baby protectors—were lounging on the couch, totally at ease. They watched as Sheza wandered around the store with a cute, confused pout plastered on her face.
Finally, after what felt like forever to her, Sheza's gaze locked onto the two lamps, and with her mind made up, she spun around to see her protectors... relaxing! She scowled in disbelief. There they were, chilling on the couches like they had nothing better to do! Her pout deepened as she stomped toward them, her little feet making sharp taps on the floor.
The mafias smiled knowingly, waiting for their little princess to approach, fully aware of the mini storm brewing in her tiny frame.
Sheza finally reached them, her hands sassily perched on her small waist, her lips pursed in a dramatic pout. She narrowed her eyes at them, her sulking tone rising. "Yeah, did you all come here to chill on the sofas? You should help me instead, it's your house too!" she whined, her cheeks puffing up as she glared at them.
Saad chuckled, leaning forward and smirking playfully. "Oh no, we're just the bodyguards, remember? We only sit when our queen takes too long to choose," he teased, clearly enjoying the sight of his little wife all riled up.
Junaid laughed, his arms crossed as he looked down at her. "We didn't realize our princess needed help with lamps. We thought you had it all under control," he teased, lifting an eyebrow.
Maira smiled softly, reaching out to gently ruffle Sheza's hair. "Don't worry, sweetheart. We'll help you choose. Just point, and we'll carry them back for you."
Sheza huffed again, but her lips twitched into a small smile. "Hmph! Fine, but don't just sit there like statues next time!" she demanded, her pout still firmly in place as she spun around and marched back to the lamps, feeling a little better now that her protectors were ready to help.
The mafias chuckled and exchanged amused glances before standing up and following their bossy little princess, ready to assist in her quest for the perfect lamp.
Sheza stood in front of the two lamps, biting her lip in frustration. "See, these are the lamps that I liked, but now I'm confused about which one to choose," she said, looking back at the mafias standing behind her.
The mafias gazed at the lamps like they were solving some secret code, eyes narrowing as they analyzed each one with intense focus.
"Hmmm," Saad finally said, breaking the silence. "I think the grey one will look good."
