The night was heavy with rain, the kind that slicked over Mumbai's streets and blurred the yellow lamps into bleeding halos
In the penthouse high above the city, Mahendra Singh Dhoni sat like a king in exile billionaire, mafia god, ruler of an empire built on blood and fir
He was 6'0 of controlled menace, broad shoulders filling out the black suit that looked painted onto his frame. His eyes were the kind of cold steel that never softened.
And in front of him, bound in velvet ropes, was Rohit Gurunath Sharma.
Rohit was everything Dhoni wasn't
He was small compared to mahi, soft at the edges, cheeks flushed pink like innocence had never been kissed away
Rohit was 5'7, chubby, endlessly cute in a way that made him seem untouchable. The kind of man who lit up rooms simply by talking too much, too kindly. A chatterbox who believed in goodness
He should have been far away from men like mahi
But fate-or obsession-had different plans.
"Why me?" Rohit whispered, eyes wide, lips trembling but stubborn. His voice was fragile, but it carried defiance
Mahi rose, his shadow swallowing the candlelight "Because you don't belong to this world. And I want you in mine"
Rohit shook his head, tugging against the velvet bonds. "You can't just take me-"
"I can," Dhoni interrupted his voice sharp as a blade. He crouched low, brushing his knuckles against Rohit's jawline "I already have. You're mine now. Mine to protect. Mine to break. Mine to marry"
The words hung heavy, laced with finality
Rohit's breath caught. Marriage? To him? To the monster who ruled with cruelty, who ordered deaths with the same calm he used to sip whiskey?
His heart thundered against his ribs, a mix of fear and something he couldn't name
Dhoni leaned closer, close enough for Rohit to see the scars on his jaw, the dangerous beauty of a man carved by war and sin "You think I don't see it?" he murmured "The way you glow. The way people love you. The way your laughter heals. I want it for myself. I want you for myself. And I don't ask twice, sharma"
Rohit's throat was dry. His kind heart screamed to resist, to fight, to run. Yet his body betrayed him shivering not only with fear, but with the strange, forbidden pull of Dhoni's presence.
The night, under the witness of shadows and rain, Mahendra Singh Dhoni slid a diamond band onto Rohit's trembling finger Not in a temple, not with blessings, but in chains of power and possession.
It was not love. Not yet. It was obsession, control, a vow written in darkness
And Rohit sharma, soft and innocent, found himself bound not just by velvet ropes, but by the will of a mafia god who had decided he would never let Rohit sharma go
The diamond band gleamed against Rohit's skin, far too heavy and expensive for his trembling hand
His chest rose and fell quickly, his breath shallow, as if he could exhale the ring away. But ms dhoni's grip covered his hand, large and unyielding, sealing the vow
"You belong to me now," mahi whispered against his ear. His voice was velvet over steel, low enough to drag shivers down Rohit's spine
Rohit turned his face away, cheeks burning "You can't forc-"
A sharp tug on his chin stopped the protest. Dhoni's thumb pressed firmly under Rohit's jaw, guiding his face back until their eyes locked. Steel and storm met doe-eyed innocence
"I can force anything" mahi murmured, leaning closer to Rohit "But with you... I'd rather watch you surrender"
The words pooled heat into Rohit's veins. He hated the way they made his heart stutter, hated how close mahi's lips were, and hated how his body betrayed him with goosebumps. He tried to cover it with anger. "You're a monster."
Dhoni smirked, the kind of dark, dangerous smile that promised ruin. "And you'll be my bride."
The kiss wasn't gentle It wasn't the stuff of Rohit's daydreams
it was a claim. Dhoni's mouth pressed to his with ruthless dominance, swallowing the muffled protest
Rohit squirmed against the velvet bonds, his small frame writhing under Dhoni's strength, but Dhoni only deepened the kiss, tilting his head to command, to conquer
Rohit's soft moans and protests were all swallowed by mahi
When he pulled back, Rohit's lips were swollen, his breath ragged.
"Look at you," Dhoni said, tracing a finger along Rohit's flushed cheek. "So sweet. So innocent. Do you know how dangerous that is in my world? Men like me kill for less. And yet-" His voice dropped, almost reverent "I'd burn the world just to keep you here."
Rohit's pulse hammered. His mind screamed no, but his body-his treacherous body leaned into mahindra singh dhoni's warmth
The mafia god noticed, of course he did. He noticed everything
"That's it" Dhoni coaxed softly, though his eyes still burned with hunger 'Fight me all you want, little one. But in the end..." His lips brushed Rohit's ear "...you'll beg for me"
The velvet ropes loosened with a flick of Dhoni's knife, not freedom but a test. Rohit rubbed his wrists, blinking in confusion
"Run, if you want" Mahi muttered, standing tall, his presence filling the room "But know this-no matter where you go, no matter how far... you'll still be mine"
The storm raged louder outside, but in the silence between them, Rohit realized he wasn't afraid of the rain
He was afraid of himself afraid of how much he already craved the monster who had stolen him
And mahindra singh Dhoni, handsome as hell, dangerous as sin, only smiled like he'd already won
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