Caged Into the Mafia's World 🥀

Going to the mall

Prachi woke up the sunlight was hitting her face she looked around her eyes wide with surprise.

She was hugging Arsh tightly.

"Ahhh!" she screamed, pushing Arsh away.

Arsh woke up, rubbing his eyes. "What's wrong, Prachi?"

"You...you crossed the boundary!" Prachi accused, her face flushing.

Arsh smirked. "Well, you're the one hugging me. How can I cross it? And in real life, no boundary can keep you away from me."

Prachi looked away, her heart racing.

Arsh's tone shifted. "Get ready, we're going to the mall."

Prachi's face lit up like a child's. "Yay! I love shopping!" She jumped around excitedly.

Arsh chuckled, watching her enthusiasm.

After bathing, Prachi realized she forgot her clothes. "Arsh, have my clothes arrived?" she called out.

"Yeah, they're here," Arsh replied.

He handed her clothes from outside the door.

Prachi emerged wearing a light pink frock. "How am I looking, Arsh ji?" she asked, twirling.

Arsh raised an eyebrow. "Why are you giving me respect suddenly, kitty?"

Prachi replied, "Mumma said to always respect you."

Arsh smiled.

Then, he stepped out of his room shirtless. Prachi covered her eyes and screamed.

"Arsh! Why are you naked?"

Arsh chuckled. "I'm wearing shorts! You imagined that," he said, smirking.

Prachi insisted, "Just go change."

Arsh obliged.

Prachi left her hair open, cascading down her thighs. She looked stunning.

"Let's go," she said.

Arsh opened the car door for her. "Come on, sit in the front."

Prachi refused initially but eventually agreed.

As they drove, Prachi gazed out the window.

Arsh stole glances at her through the rearview mirror, his blue eyes exploring her hazel ones.

At the mall, they stopped at a store. Prachi struggled to choose an outfit.

Arsh summoned a stylist, Shreya. "Hello, mam. I'm Shreya. I'll help you choose a dress. Can you tell me what kind of dress you're looking for?"

Prachi admitted confusion. "I'm really confused. Can you choose something for me that's not too revealing?"

Shreya presented several options.

Prachi tried on a yellow suit and asked Arsh, "How do I look?"

Arsh was lost in her beauty.

She bought a few more dresses, thanking Shreya.

Arsh paid the bill.

Prachi asked for Shreya's number. "Can I have your number? I'll call you next time I need shopping help."

Arsh saved the number.

"Thanks, Shreya," Prachi said.Here's the continuation:

They stopped awkwardly in front of Victoria's Secret. Prachi looked puzzled.