Mafia ki Mashooqa

Prologue

✨Ishaani's POV.

I've been locked up for 5 days now.

Its so dark in here...but nowhere near as dark as his eyes.

I was shocked when I first saw him. His long beautiful face was adorned with slight stubble and a haughty scar that added to his beauty. His well built body was still the same. The same dark brown hair, the same evil smirk, everything was same. Just his eyes had lost their light. His knuckles that I used to kiss back in college days were now bruised and taped. His torso that was usually covered with a comfy cute hoody was now uptight with a classic black leather jacket around it. Yet he was still beautiful, and my heart still thumped for him.

But everything changed when he took out the gun from his holister and pointed it straight on my forehead.

I just stared at him. Unblinking, with emotionless eyes, not a tear in sight.

I saw him smirking at my helplessness.

I felt him tie a thick rope around my wrists.

I heard him ordering his whore to give me sedatives.

I heard him chuckle, exclaiming how easy this 'mission' was.

I saw him turn into a monster.

I shuddered at the memory. The room I was kept in right now looked like a small store room. I saw the hammer on the table, the knife situated on top of the shelf, the broken bottle lying 3 feet away from me, but then I saw the camera.

He was taunting me, just asking me to make a fool out of myself for his amusement. He thought he knew me all too well. His first mistake. I smirked.

Well, if only he was there when my dad sent me to fighting classes. If only he was there when we almost came on streets due to the loans on 'The Kapoor Industry', if only he was there when we emerged out of it, stronger than ever, and became to the biggest business tycoons to ever exist.

If only he was there when my dad died...

And if I can survive that, I can definitely survive this.

With that in my mind, I slowly started moving my chair, trying to stop it from creaking. Keyword: TrYiNG.

It creaked. Real loud. And I cringed.

Well, whatever.

I dragged it as fast as I could, moving towards the shelf with a knife on it and banged into it with full force. The knife moved a bit.

I was about to thump against it again when I started to hear noises from outside.

Shit.

I need to do this quicker. So I did something only a logical person would do. I banged my head against it.

Everything started getting blurry. Ofcourse, what did I expect?, X-ray vision? I took a deep breath as I felt a hot liquid trickling down my forehead. Blood damnit.

I looked up to the knife that was just hanging on the edge. One more hit and I'll be done. So I kicked the shelf with as much strength as I could muster with my tied legs and the knife fell down directly into my lap. Perfect.

I quickly picked it up with my mouth and dropped it against my cupped hands. I undid the ropes on my hands and then tore open the ones on my feet.

Pocketing the knife, I proceeded towards the door, still a little wobbly due to my blurry vision.

But before leaving, I mustered the dirtiest smirk I could, stared at the camera and proudly showed off my middle finger.

Then I exited the door like a badass I am.

And accidentally hit someone

"Watch where you're-"

Shit.

"You freed yourself?? Wait.. You're bleeding.. " He says pushing my forelocks behind as he gazes into my eyes.

"Now get back... Because there's no escape from here jaan... " He said emphasising the last word.

I take a few steps back as he keeps walking.

As he walked in I realised something, he had changed a lot.

He didn't look like the exact personification of love of course, but one could mistake him to be the devil because that's how he looked and also behaved. But there was a time when he was full of love, That was the guy I knew, that was the guy I loved.

But the guy I knew was probably long gone.

He looked deadlier and seemed more dangerous than poison. Tempting, Mysterious and veiled.

"You aren't hurt right Ishu?" He asked in a soft tone.

Not all poisons are bitter. Some are sweet and that's exactly what makes them the world's most deadliest ones.

"No.. " I said my voice coming out as a bare whisper.

"Great. Then allow me to escort you to your room so that you can prepare yourself for the grand wedding we're going to have in two days. I know you might not like me anymore but in two days you'll become mine forever and there's nothing you or anyone else can do about it." He declared.

He was still fragile. Not like a flower, but like a bomb. He kept exploding with different emotions each time. For few minutes he would be the most caring person and would go back to being the world's most arrogant jerk in nanoseconds.

But somewhere deep inside of him, I'm sure the love of my life exists at some corner. I'm sure the nerd with cute glasses and deep dimples that I once loved still exists.

And I will prove it to him that even though he can prove it to the world that he's emotionless and a cold hearted bastard, he's actually a sensitive and caring sweetheart.

And to do that I just have two days.

But don't worry my love, I won't give up on you.

Neither will I give up on us.

Its true that we do not have anything as easy as ordinary couples do.. But then again, this ain't ordinary love.

And this is not an average ordinary love story.

Because Real love doesn't meet you at your best.

It only meets you when you're a mess. And in my case, I'm a hot one.

Well, I am Ishaani Kapoor and this is the story of how I became Mafia ki Mashooqa.

A/N: Namastey amazing people. This story is a Collab between the two opposite poles. We both suck at romance but I, Ray, suck more. And Preetha is here to get me through this. We're loving it and hope you love it too!

Yours faithfully,
Preeru ❤️🔫