This book follows the dark, obsessive love story between Vishakha, an innocent Indian girl, and Kim Taehyung, a ruthless mafia lord. Vishakha's parents work under Taehyung, but her life takes a terrifying turn when Taehyung becomes fixated on her. K...
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The city of Mumbai was a sprawling canvas of chaos and vibrancy, where the rich and powerful danced with the shadows of corruption and crime. In this tumultuous environment, the name Agnihotri was whispered with a mix of fear and reverence. Vishakha Agnihotri, the only daughter of one of the most feared mafia families in the city, was a figure shrouded in both mystery and intrigue.
Vishakha stood on the balcony of her family’s opulent penthouse, gazing out at the sprawling cityscape below. The lights of Mumbai glittered like a sea of stars, each one a testament to the life she had been born into—one of privilege, danger, and unspoken rules.
Her mother, Meera Agnihotri, entered the room, her presence commanding and graceful. “Vishakha, darling, you’re up late.”
Vishakha turned to face her mother, her expression a mixture of contemplation and resignation. “I couldn’t sleep. There’s something about this city at night that feels...different.”
Meera walked over and placed a comforting hand on Vishakha’s shoulder. “This city is a reflection of our world—full of darkness and light, danger and beauty. It’s important to remember that the shadows are always there, no matter how brightly the city lights shine.”
Vishakha nodded, her gaze returning to the city below. “I understand, Mother. It’s just that sometimes I feel like I’m trapped between these shadows and the expectations placed on me.”
Meera’s eyes softened with a mix of sympathy and concern. “You have always been strong, Vishakha. It’s not easy living under the constant watch of the world we inhabit. But remember, you are a part of this family’s legacy. We must uphold our position and navigate the dangers that come with it.”
Before Vishakha could respond, her father, Rajesh Agnihotri, entered the room. His imposing figure and stern demeanor were a stark contrast to Meera’s grace. “Meera, Vishakha. We need to discuss something important.”
Both women turned to face him, their expressions immediately shifting to one of attentive concern. “What is it, Father?” Vishakha asked.
Rajesh took a seat at the large mahogany desk in the corner of the room. “We’ve received new orders from Kim Taehyung. There have been some recent developments that require our immediate attention.”
The mention of Kim Taehyung’s name sent a ripple of unease through Vishakha. His reputation as a ruthless and powerful mafia lord was known throughout Asia. Taehyung was a man who commanded fear and respect in equal measure, and his influence extended far beyond the boundaries of Mumbai.
“What does he want?” Vishakha asked, trying to mask her apprehension.
Rajesh looked at her with a mixture of seriousness and concern. “Taehyung has requested a personal meeting with you. He wants to discuss matters of importance directly.”
