Riansh Book

The Mafia's Princess

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Riddhima's marriage to Vansh Rai Singhania is seen by the world as an arranged marriage, but it’s far from that. In reality, Riddhima married him for revenge. Her brother, who was deeply connected to the mafia world, was killed, and Riddhima believes that Vansh is the one who is responsible. The pain of her brother's death burns inside her, and she swears to make Vansh pay for what she believes he did.

To avenge her brother's death, Riddhima hides her true intentions. She plays the role of a loving, obedient wife, winning the trust of her new family. On the outside, everything looks perfect—an ideal arranged marriage—but behind the scenes, she is plotting her revenge. She is determined to expose Vansh’s darkest secrets and destroy him.

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Riddhima stood by the large window in their bedroom, the city lights flickering in the distance. Her heart pounded as she held the key she had found earlier—a key to Vansh’s secret office, a place she had never been allowed to enter. She knew this was her chance to uncover the truth.

She turned to look at the large bed behind her. Vansh had left for a late-night meeting, leaving her alone. The house was quiet, the only sound the faint rustle of the wind outside. Her mind raced with a mix of guilt and determination. She had to know what really happened to her brother, and tonight, she would find out.

With a deep breath, she slipped out of the room and quietly made her way down the long, dimly lit hallway. Her footsteps were soft, almost silent, as she passed the family portraits that lined the walls—pictures of Vansh, his cousins, and his parents, all staring back at her as if they were judging her for what she was about to do.

Finally, Riddhima reached the door to Vansh’s private office, the place she had always been forbidden to enter. Her heart was pounding, a mix of fear and determination flooding her mind. She hesitated for a moment, gripping the cold metal key in her hand. It felt heavy with the secrets it held, but she knew she had to do this—for her brother.

With a deep breath, she slowly slid the key into the lock. It fit perfectly, turning smoothly with a quiet click. The door creaked as it opened, the sound echoing in the silent hallway. The room beyond was dark, the air inside feeling colder than the rest of the mansion, as if untouched for a long time.

Riddhima stepped inside cautiously, her fingers trembling slightly as they reached for the small desk lamp on the side table. She fumbled with the switch for a moment, her nervousness making her movements clumsy. Finally, the lamp flickered to life, casting a soft yellow glow that barely illuminated the room, but it was enough.

The light created long shadows that danced across the walls, making the space feel both eerie and secretive. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with old, leather-bound volumes and papers neatly stacked. The centerpiece of the room was a large, heavy wooden desk, its surface polished and empty, save for a few scattered documents. It looked like a place where serious business was done—cold, efficient, and unwelcoming.

The room smelled faintly of leather and something faintly metallic, adding to the sense of secrecy that seemed to hang in the air. Riddhima felt her heartbeat quicken. She was in Vansh’s most private space, the place where his darkest secrets might be hidden. She knew she had little time.