𝗜𝘀𝗵𝗾-𝗲-𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗼𝗼𝗻

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 | 𝟭𝟲

Wow, what a strange life. Just two months ago, she was about to become the queen of Rajasthan, but now? Now, she's with the king of the world, the great Alexander , also known as Rex in the UnderMafia world. He owns everything-literally everything.

The sweet, beautiful, innocent Misha, without a care in the world, wrapped in a small, cozy blanket, sleeping peacefully. Her head was resting on Alexander's lap, and he just stared at her, admiring every detail of her features.

Suddenly, he gripped her jaw very gently, almost as if afraid she might break if he held her too tightly. But as time passed, his grip tightened a little, though he made sure not to hurt her. He was so lost in his thoughts that, without realizing it, he smashed his laptop in front of her.

But Misha didn't seem to notice. She was in a deep sleep, thanks to the medicine, feeling safe and at home in this moment. And Alexander? He was trying his best to control himself, overwhelmed by everything he saw in front of him, unsure how to deal with the emotions rising inside him.

I couldn't stop myself. I was losing control. The moment I found out that my little love was engaged to Abhimanyu Rathod, it hit me like a slap across the face. That fucking bastard. He doesn't deserve her. And he's going to regret it-very soon.

I know he's a strong, capable man, one of the most powerful in India, but that won't save him from me. The moment he touched her, the moment he even thought about making steps towards her, he signed his death sentence.

I was sitting in the jet, holding my little love in my arms, feeling her soft breaths against me. She was deep in sleep because of the medicine, peaceful, unaware of everything. And I... I was losing it.

I couldn't think straight. My mind was spinning. I killed two of my bodyguards, right here, in this jet. They were loyal, yes, but in that moment, it didn't matter. They were standing in my way. They were breathing the same air as her, touching the same space as my little love, and I couldn't stand it.

She doesn't know what she's done. She doesn't know the chaos she's caused in my heart, my mind, and the madness I feel. But she better get stronger every day, because she's going to need it. She has no idea what she's walking into, and how my obsession will consume everything.

And Abhimanyu Rathod? He's going to regret taking even one step towards my little love. No one touches what's mine. No one.

I couldn't help but stare down at my little love as she slept, her delicate form resting peacefully in my arms. She didn't know what was happening, didn't know the fire that was burning inside me.

I had built an empire. I had conquered cities, taken down kings, and built a legacy that would last forever. The world was mine to control, to bend to my will. But when I looked at her... everything changed. I felt something I had never felt before-something fragile, something I couldn't control.

Her soft, rhythmic breathing was all I could hear. It calmed me for a moment, but then, the anger surged again. That bastard, Rathod. How dare he? How dare he think he could just take what belongs to me? My little love deserves better. She deserves to be treated like a queen, and I will make sure of that.

The thought of anyone else touching her, even looking at her the way I do... it sends a wave of rage through me. I can't explain it. It's like my heart is on fire, and the only way to put it out is by keeping her, protecting her, making her mine.

Only mine...

I held her closer, feeling the warmth of her body against me. The madness, the obsession-it was only growing stronger. I needed her. I needed her to wake up, to look at me with those innocent eyes, and know that I would never let anyone take her from me.

The world was at my feet, yet the most fascinating thing in existence was the sight of her, peacefully sleeping in my arms. Her soft breathing, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath-it was like the world had paused just for us. But this peace wouldn't last forever. Soon, she'd wake up, and the world would come rushing back, bringing the chaos with it.

Her phone started ringing-sharp, jarring, an unwanted reminder of the world outside this little bubble I created.

I could've just ignored it. But no.

It pissed me off. It wasn't because I was scared of anyone calling her-no one had the power to get in touch with her that I didn't allow. But that phone was a reminder of someone out there, someone who could still try to reach her. Rathod. That man.

I didn't need to hear from him. I didn't need anything interrupting this moment with my little love.

I picked up her phone and with one swift movement, I turned it off. No more distractions. No more interruptions. Not while she's in my arms.

I know people might wonder why I'd go to such lengths. Why I didn't just let her have her freedom, why I didn't just let her exist in this world the way she wanted. But I didn't care. She wasn't just anyone. She was mine, whether she realized it or not.

I stared down at her-innocent, vulnerable, hers was the beauty that could destroy nations. But for now, she was here, with me, resting, not knowing what I was planning.

She'd need to rest. She'd need all the energy she could get, because soon, when she woke up, everything would change. I'd change it.

I wasn't a gentleman. Not when it came to her. I had no intention of treating her like one of those delicate, soft women who were too afraid to live. I wanted her to be strong-strong enough to withstand what was coming. Because when she woke up, I wouldn't let her go. Not now, not ever.

No one would stand between us.