Fatal Vows: Mafia's obsession

Wedding

"Ek chaand tha mera
jo badalon mein kho gaya

hamne badal hatne ka intezar kiya

to wo chand kisi aur ka hogya."

Author's Pov

The sun peeked through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow across Kashish's room. The gentle warmth of the morning seeped through, blending with the crisp coolness of the early hour. Birds outside chirped melodiously, a quiet hum of life stirring in the distance. Kashish stretched under the white linen sheets, feeling the peaceful weight of the day ahead, oblivious to any disruption that might lie in store.

She breathed in the comforting scent of jasmine from the nearby vase, a calming fragrance she had grown fond of over the years. Her mind drifted to the wedding of her sister she had lined up-another typical day. She smiled, grateful for the simple serenity of her mornings, as the light danced on the soft, cream-colored walls, illuminating the room in a tender, ethereal glow.

Kashish's thoughts were far from the possibility of any life-altering events, and as she stood by her window, soaking in the tranquil sunrise, she felt a rare sense of stillness. Today felt like any other-peaceful, steady, and predictable. Or so it seemed.

As soon as she got ready in black suit her hairs tied in a messy bun with minimal makup she came down and noticed the family preparing for the marriage. She went to the kitchen for breakfast but a voice stopped her in middle..

Kanika: Kaha ja rahi haii

Kashish: Swarg me

Kanika: Vo tujhe milega nhii

Kashish laughed and said "aap shishe me dekh kr baat kr rahi hain" and Kanika realised she had a mirror in her hand and quickly put it back to the place.

Kanika: Hall ki decorations hogyii..

Kashish: Haan sb kaam perfect kra haii mainee

Kanika: Vo to dikhega hii

Kashish: Dekh Lene aisi hi maii "Most Famous Wedding Planner " thodi hun

And Kashish went from there for breakfast and then other work which were lined up for her...

(🦄- Aree didi jara Humare Niskarsh ke pass bhi le chalo readers ko haina reader)

Niskarsh's Pov

Niskarsh stood by the expansive window of his luxurious, dimly lit penthouse, his eyes narrowed as he watched the city slowly wake beneath the early morning haze. The room around him was draped in shadows, its dark elegance matching the gravity of his presence. His sharp black suit fit him like armor, a stark contrast against the pale light of dawn creeping in.

Today was significant, though he showed no outward emotion. His mind, however, was sharp, calculating. A man of few words, Niskarsh thrived in control, each decision meticulously planned, each move like a piece in a grander game. His world, though cloaked in wealth and power, was ruled by shadows, by the kind of influence few could imagine.

A low knock echoed through the room. One of his trusted men entered, offering a quiet nod of respect, but Niskarsh didn't turn around. His gaze remained on the horizon, eyes scanning the vastness of the skyline with an intensity that mirrored his unyielding nature.

"Everything is ready," the man said, his voice cautious yet steady.

Niskarsh's lips curled into the faintest hint of a smile, cold and unreadable. He gave a subtle nod, his fingers grazing the edge of the crystal glass on the table beside him. There was a sense of finality in the air, but nothing betrayed the calm exterior he presented to the world.