Mafia's Heartbeat

8. Party

"Ye lali , Ye Kajal, Aur Ye Zulfein
Khuli Khuli.., 🥀
Arey Aise Hi Jaan Maang Lete..🤌
Itne Intezaam Ki Kya Zarurat Thi. " 👀

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📍Chicago
USA

Both of them left the airport, and guards were trailing behind them. People were stunned to see the killer personality of both. At that moment, there was no reaction on their faces.

Arjun wore a Rolex Daytona watch and a black half-sleeved t-shirt that accentuated his muscular physique, paired with black pants. On the other hand, Nirvair wore a grey hoodie over a white t-shirt and black joggers.

After reaching the car the guards opened the car door for both of them as they sat inside the car.

K H U S H L E E N ' S P O V :

I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the pleats of my saree, ensuring every fold was perfect. The soft fabric shimmered under the light, draping elegantly around me.

My best friend, Meher, twirled beside me, her saree flowing effortlessly. "We look like queens tonight!" she exclaimed with a grin.

I laughed, adding the final touch-dangling earrings that swayed as I moved. "Ready?"

"Absolutely, cutie!" she replied, linking her arms with mine.

With a final glance at our reflections, we stepped out, excitement buzzing in the air. Tonight, in our sarees, we weren't just attending the party; we were making an entrance.

Meher's saree 🤌❤️

Khushleen's saree : 👀

A R J U N 'S P O V :

In a dimly lit private lounge, Arjun leaned back in his chair, a glass of whiskey in hand. But his mind was not on the drink; it was on her-the girl he couldn't stop thinking about. Across from him, Nirvair sat silently, watching as Arjun's personal guard, Dev, stepped forward.

"Sir," the guard spoke in a low, respectful tone. "The girl... she's going to be at the same party tonight. She's coming with her friend."

For a second , arjun froze. Then something lit up in his eyes ~pure, unfiltered excitement.

"What did you just say?" His voice was sharp, urgent .

The guard hesitated, surprised at the sudden change in his demeanor. " Sir she.."

Before he could finish , arjun was already on his feet, running a hand through his hair, his lips curling into a grin , his heart raced like he had just won the biggest fight of his life.

"She's coming " he whisper, his mind already racing. A strom of emotions surged within him ( Obsession, longing , possession )

" Intezaar khatam hua, meri jaan..ab meri bari hai."
("The wait is over, my jaan.. now its my turn" )

Nirvair chuckled, shaking his head. "Bhai tu pyar kar rha hai ya fir koi jung jeetne ja raha hai?"

Arjun adjusted his watch, his smirk never fading. "Mafia hoon, pyar bhi apni tra karta hoon."

The black Rolls Royce pulled up smoothly outside the venue, its presence alone enough to turn heads. Arjun stepped out first, adjusting the cuffs on his designer black suit, exuding pure dominance. Nirvair followed, cracking his knuckles with a smirk. The two mafia boys weren't just attending the party; they were owning it.

The girls at the party barely hid their reactions. Eyes widened, whispers spread like wildfire. Some gasped, while others exchanged excited glances, their faces flushed at the sight of the Punjabi mafia king.

"Oh my God, that's Arjun Singh Shergill!" one girl murmured, gripping her friend's arm.
"And that's Nirvair! Damn, they look even better in person..." another sighed dreamily.

But Arjun? His focus was elsewhere, ignoring the attention as if he was born to be admired. He was not there for them. His eyes scanned the entrance, sharp and expectant.

As if on cue, a sleek car pulled up at the entrance. Arjun's grip tightened, his heart pounding in a way it never did-not in fights, not in deals, not even in life-or-death moments.
And then , door opened..

His eyes darkened with obsession, his smirk deepening.

The girl stepped out of the car-there she was, Khushleen. Dressed in a saree that made her glow even under the dim lights, she was the girl who had unknowingly carved a place in his heart. The one who had no idea she had caught the attention of the world's most feared yet desired man.

The moment she emerged, a soft breeze seemed to conspire with fate, lifting the edges of her saree, making her look unreal-as if she were a dream he never wanted to wake up from. For a moment, he forgot to breathe. The way her saree hugged her, combind with the effortless grace in her movements, made it seem as if even the wind sought her permission before touching her.
But what truly captivated him was her face.

The dark kajal around her deep blue-grey eyes made them even more mesmerizing, pulling him into a spell he had no desire to break.

The soft lali on her cheeks glowed under the golden lights, making his fingers twitch with an urge-to trace, to touch, to claim.

And her zulfein-untamed yet delicate, flowing freely and teasing the night air-made it impossible for him to look away.

He stood there, frozen, his smirk fading into something deeper, something dangerous. For the first time in his life, the Arjun Shergill felt defeated , not by bullets, not by enemies but by the single look from her.

Arjun's fingers curled into fists, his body tensing. A slow , dangerous smirk tugged at his lips as he exhaled, a thought whispering in his mind..

"Aise hi jaan maang leti aap meri jaan... itne intzaam ki kya Zarurat thi?"
( " You could've just asked for my life, my love... What was the need for all this preparation ?"

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