~•An Unbelievable Love Story•~
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"him being a ruthless Mafia who pours acid on his enemies while torturing them"
also him, chasing her with a glass of milk and lecturing about its benefits...
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"Naina, Karan, Misha, come downstairs quickly!" their mom, Sunita Sharma , called out. The three siblings—Karan, who just came back from the gym, misha, who was packing his bag for college, and Naina, the middle child—ran downstairs. They stood in a line like soldiers, looking seriously at their mom because she often got serious.
Sunita said, "I have something to tell you." Karan replied, "Yes, please go on, Mom." Then Sunita said, "A marriage proposal has come from the royal family." All three siblings gasped in surprise, and Naina shouted excitedly, "Who is the proposal for?"
Sunita said, "It's for Hukum-sa." Sunita started sweating nervously. Naina's eyes went wide as if they were about to pop out. Karan also froze in his place. Misha, who had a slight smile on her face, thought it must be for her older sister because she's only 21, and her sister is already 27. Then Sunita said, "
" AND THIS PROPOSAL IS FOR MISHA"
Everyone completely froze in their place. No one decided to say anything. But suddenly, Naina burst into anger and said, "Are you fucking kidding me, mom? This bitch can't get the proposal from the royal house. She doesn't deserve to." To which Karan looked at her, even Sunita looked at her with wide eyes. They had never expected Naina to behave like this, at least towards Misha.
Misha said, "di—" and Naina cut her off, saying, "You bitch, shut up!" She furiously yelled at her mom, "Mom, you should kindly talk to Mrs. Rathod and verify if they are even serious about wanting to marry her." Then Naina said " this fucking bitch?" She was about to continue when she received a tight slap on her face. Her eyes filled with tears, and she looked up to see her father, Viraj, standing there with red eyes. He said, "Naina, I never knew you could be this low. You're thinking so badly of your sister."
Naina responded, "Dad, you don't know! She always snatches my happiness. This bitch always does that!" They all looked at Misha, who was no longer there. Karan noticed that Misha was running back to her room, and he quickly ran behind her.
The whole drama was happening downstairs, but Karan went to Misha's room. However, Misha had already locked the room and was crying loudly inside. Her eyes became red, her nose turned red, and her cheeks also became very red. Despite all this, she looked super cute and beautiful, like a little baby. She had side bangs falling over her face, making her look like a messy goddess.
"Misha beta, open the door," Karan said, banging on the door loudly, but Misha wasn't affected. Still, she felt really bad for her brother and finally opened the door, hugging him tightly as she started to cry in his arms. Karan gently massaged her head to calm her down, knowing she might fall ill from all this crying because she's so sensitive. In between her hiccups, Misha said, "Bhaiya, please, why is didi saying this? I don't even want to marry." To which Karan replied, "Nahi nahi beta, you will never get married, you know I am here with you."
From downstairs, Viraj called both of his kids once again, but he was so angry that he furiously sat on the sofa and said, "Mark my words, Misha is getting married. If she doesn't, Hukum-sa will probably ruin all our business because this rishta is sent by Hukum-sa himself. Can you even imagine?"
"Papa, but Misha is very young," Karan said, pausing for a moment, then continued, "Hukum-sa is probably 29, soon to be 30, and here my sister is only 21. Does a 9-year age gap not matter to you at all?" Karan furiously yelled, but Viraj stood there, unaffected, and said, "Karan, are you arguing with your own father?" To which Karan replied, "No, Dad, it's not like that," but he was cut off as Viraj said, "That's my final order." He looked toward Misha and said, "Beta, I never ask anything from you, but you have to do this. By the force of will, anything, but you have to do it." A tear escaped from his eyes as he remembered everything that had happened in the past.
°•~Flashback ~•°
Abhimanyu: (leaning back with a smirk) Uncle, we need to talk about my Misha. I want you to arrange her marriage to me. It’s time to make it official.
Viraj: (clenching his fists) Hukum-sa, Misha is too young. You’re almost a decade older than her. She should marry someone closer to her age.
Abhimanyu: (voice cold) Age doesn’t matter, Uncle. What matters is power. My Misha will have a better life with me. Isn’t that what you want for her?
Viraj: (angry) You’re treating her like a prize to be won! Misha has her own dreams. She’s not just a tool for your ambitions.
Abhimanyu: (leaning forward, his tone harsh) Her dreams? I will fulfill all her dreams. Marrying me will make her a queen. Think about it—wealth, power, respect and my love.
Viraj: (shaking his head) But what about her happiness? You’re only thinking about yourself!
Abhimanyu: (interrupting, voice rising) You think I don't care about her happiness? I can give her everything she wants. If you refuse, there will be consequences.
Viraj: (taking a step back, feeling scared) You can’t force me to do this. This is my daughter’s life!
Abhimanyu: (standing up, towering over Viraj) You think I won’t? If you don’t agree, I’ll ruin everything for you. Your business, your reputation, everything.
Viraj: (realizing the danger) You wouldn’t dare!
Abhimanyu: (smirking, taking a step closer) Try me. My Misha will be my wife, whether you like it or not. Make the arrangements, or I’ll make you regret it.
(Suddenly, Abhimanyu grabs Viraj by the collar, pulling him closer, eyes filled with fury.)
Abhimanyu: (in a low, threatening voice) You’re in no position to argue. Do you understand?
(Viraj nods, fear in his eyes. Abhimanyu releases him, and Viraj stumbles back, shaken.)
Viraj: (voice trembling) I... I’ll talk to Misha. But I can’t promise you anything.
Abhimanyu: (smiling coldly) Just remember, Uncle, this is your only chance. Don’t waste it.
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