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The night hung heavy over the sprawling mansion, shadows curling along the marble floors and expensive silk curtains. The room was dim, lit only by the glow of the bedside lamp, casting a soft amber hue over everything. Abhimanyu stood by the window, shirtless, cigarette in hand, gazing out at the city that he ruled.
The Mafia king was a tall man, his broad shoulders rigid with tension. His jet-black hair was messy from the long day, and his dark eyes flickered with a dangerous glint. Everything about him spoke of control—his clenched jaw, the sharp angles of his face, and the silent rage simmering beneath his skin.
Behind him, sprawled on the bed like he belonged there, was Karav.
Karav’s carefree nature was a constant irritation to Abhimanyu—but also his greatest addiction. The smaller man lay on his stomach, snuggled into the soft pillows, a half-eaten chocolate bar discarded on the bed next to him. He wore a loose white t-shirt that barely reached his thighs, and his golden-brown skin shimmered in the dim light.
"You're impossible," Abhimanyu muttered, exhaling smoke slowly as he turned his intense gaze toward the man on the bed.
Karav looked up with a playful grin. "What did I do now?"
"You act like none of this matters. Like nothing matters." Abhimanyu’s voice was low, a growl that hinted at the anger and frustration bubbling inside him.
Karav sat up, brushing his curls out of his face, and flashed one of his easy, boyish smiles. "Because it doesn’t, Abhi. You’re too serious all the time. Life is short, you know? You should try some chocolate."
Abhimanyu’s eyes darkened, and he crushed the cigarette into the ashtray, stalking toward the bed. "You think this is a joke, don’t you?" His voice dropped lower, dangerously soft.
Karav tilted his head, unfazed by the tension in the room. "Maybe. You married me for business. I didn’t sign up to be your toy, though."
That was the thing about Karav—he didn’t fear Abhimanyu like everyone else did. No one dared challenge the Mafia king. No one except this idiot who dared to steal his heart, all while pretending not to care.
Abhimanyu climbed onto the bed, his weight sinking into the mattress. His hand shot out, grabbing Karav’s chin roughly, forcing him to look into his eyes. Karav blinked, startled but not frightened.
"You think you can just walk around here, smiling, eating whatever you want, laughing like you don’t belong to me?" Abhimanyu’s grip tightened, his voice filled with a dangerous edge. "You’re mine, Karav. Don’t forget that."
Karav's grin faltered, just slightly. He was used to Abhimanyu’s possessiveness, but tonight, there was something different in the air—something heavier, more dangerous.
To be continued.........
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