Aayansh Shekhawat
A ruthless mafia boss and successful CEO of sunshine corporation.
Still grieving the loss of his first wife and hasn't moved on. Forced by his family to marry Vaidehi! Plans to make Vaidehi's life miserable and break her!
Vaidehi S...
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Aayansh shekhawat's POV:
My thoughts drifted back to Shruti, my first love, my first wife. Her bright smile, infectious laughter, and sparkling eyes still haunted me.
Our marriage was love marriage, but Shruti's charm quickly won my families heart. She was my ray of sunshine, my escape from the darkness of my mafia life.
Shruti's passion for books inspired me to build the library, a sanctuary for her. I remembered her excitement, her tears of joy, as I presented it to her.
"Shruti, my love," I whispered, my voice cracking. "Why did you leave me?"
Memories flooded my mind: our whispered conversations, stolen glances, and tender touches. Shruti's presence had softened my edges, made me human.
But fate had other plans. Her untimely death shattered me, leaving a void that could never be filled.
My gaze snapped back to Vaidehi, who stood frozen, uncertainty etched on her face.
"Get out," I commanded, my voice barely above a whisper. "Leave this liabary, and don't ever enter in this liabary again!"
Vaidehi nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. As she left, my eyes lingered on the library, now a bittersweet reminder of what I had lost.
I left the library, my emotions still raw. The encounter with Vaidehi had stirred up memories I thought were long buried.
I made my way to Dadababu's residence, the leader of our mafia family. His wisdom and guidance were essential in navigating the complex web of power and loyalty.
As I entered his basement, the familiar scent of cigar smoke and aged leather enveloped me. Dadababu, in his seventies, sat behind his massive desk, his piercing eyes still commanding respect.
Dadababu's expression turned grave as he set his cigar down. "Aayansh, I've received disturbing news. Vaidehi Sharma knows about your... extracurricular activities."
My heart sank. How did he find out?
Dadababu's voice dropped to a menacing tone. "You know the rules, Aayansh. No outsider can know about our business. Ever."
I nodded, feeling a cold sweat break out on my forehead. "I understand, Dadababu. I'll handle it."
Dadababu's eyes narrowed. "Handle it? You've already failed to keep our secret safe. Vaidehi Sharma is a liability now."
His words sent a chill down my spine. "What are you suggesting, Dadababu?"
Dadababu's face turned ruthless. "She must be silenced. Permanently."
My instincts screamed in protest. "No, Dadababu. I won't let that happen."
Dadababu's gaze turned icy. "You have no choice, Aayansh. Our family's survival depends on secrecy. Vaidehi Sharma is a threat to that."
