Copyright © 2025 kaashi_wrtzz. All rights reserved. Mafia Peace is my original creation, exploring power, conflict, and redemption. Any unauthorized use, copying, or distribution is strictly prohibited. This story is fictional, though it portrays intense themes-reader discretion is advised. Thank you for respecting my work! 🧿💗 Rudraaksh Singh Rajput age , 27 he is a cold, arrogant billionaire and Mafia leader, doubling as the CEO of a powerful conglomerate. Hardened by the loss of his mother at age 8 during the birth of his twin siblings, Aryan and Aarushi, he became their fierce protector. Ruthless and calculating, Rudraaksh commands fear and respect, masking his hidden pain and deep loyalty to his family. Aarohi Sharma,. age 24 she is a kind-hearted but resilient young woman pursuing a degree in fashion design. Orphaned at 15 after losing her parents in a tragic car accident, she has lived with her Chacha and Chachi ever since. However, they view her as a burden, constantly reminding her of her dependency.

"Kuch kahaniyan kabhi poori nahi hoti... isiliye woh dobara janam leti hain." When fate tore them apart in another lifetime, their souls carried the ache forward, not to forget, but to complete a love left unfinished. He was reborn as a king, not only to rule a kingdom, but to command the shadows as a Mafia King. Surrounded by power, feared by many, yet loneliness flowed silently through his veins. She returned to the world alone, fighting for survival, bearing pain no soul should endure. And when she believed nothing worse could happen, darkness claimed her eyes. Forgotten. Broken. Unprotected. Yet somewhere within her fragile heart, hope waited... for someone she could not see, but had always belonged to. She yearned for love. He had been deprived of it his entire life. And then... they met again. He found her in her most fragile state. She found him without knowing his face. This time, fate will not test their love, it will measure the depth of their devotion. Because some souls are reborn not to begin again, but to finish what destiny once destroyed. And this time... love refuses to die.

REYANSH SHEKHAWAT, a 27-year-old handsome man. He is attractive and rich but also rude and arrogant with serious anger issues. He is someone who gets everything he craves for. He was madly in love with Ritika but was betrayed. From that day, he no longer believed in love, yet he was forced to marry a girl whom he barely knew. He had never thought of being her but destiny had other plans. Will he accept her? ARYA MALHOTRA, a 25-year-old beautiful girl with an introverted personality, an overthinker mind, zero confidence and serious trust issues. Small things make her happy but a small change in someone's behaviour hurts her to the core. She never received support from her parents, which she had always dreamt of. Her life took a 180° turn when she was forced to marry a guy whom she barely knew. Will her life change for the better after he comes into her life? ✦Words count=76410 ✦Started=20 March 2024 ✦Ended=15 Feb 2025

He looked into her eyes, a storm of emotion swirling behind his steady gaze. "You don't even know who I actually am," he said, his voice low, trembling just slightly. The fear was real-raw. The thought of her discovering the truth, of walking away once she knew... it haunted him. After so much struggle finally they are together. now..he couldn't afford to lose her. Not when she meant everything. But then, without flinching, she met his eyes and answered with a calm that carried weight. "And you don't know who I am... or what I did to you." There was fire in her voice, but also something darker something buried. He didn't understand. Still, she seemed so composed, like it didn't shake her. But it shook him. Because if his secret ever came to light, he was certain it would destroy everything between them. Their bond, their love gone in an instant. She stepped back slightly, her voice soft now. Almost too soft. "I just know I love you. That's it." And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving him standing there. But the fear didn't leave her. It stayed-settled in his chest, growing heavier by the second. Then, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen. That number again. His stomach twisted. He hesitated before answering. The moment the call connected, a cold, artificial voice spilled into his ear. "Just ten days left... and I will steal her from you." The voice was mechanical, distant-but filled with menace. Then came the laughter. Sharp. Cruel. Inhuman. His hands clenched into fists. Jaw tightened. Teeth grinding. Who was this mysterious man? What that Mysterious man about to do? And worse... what did she is hiding from him and what his identity which maybe destroy their relationship? Because now, it was clear-Isha wasn't the only one being kept in the dark. Both of them were hiding something. ⠀⠀✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ Anirudha x isha Anisha

☆ʙᴏᴏᴋ 1 ᴏғ ʜɪs sᴇʀɪᴇs☆ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆. "𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓." 𝐇𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ. sʜᴇ ʜɪᴅᴇs ʜᴇʀ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs, ʜᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ sᴀғᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ 𝐇𝐢𝐦. 𝓣𝓸 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓭𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓷. 𝓣𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓼 :- •Slow burn •Ceo×Secretary •Hindi × Bengali •Mature ------------- #3 replacement #2 ceoandemployee #3 murdermystry #1 crimesolving #1 adultfiction

Vihaan Raichand (The Cold Mafia ) "I've killed for less. But for my wife, I'll kneel-without hesitation. And those who dare raise their voice against her... I'll slit their throat without thinking twice." "She is my only peace in this cursed world. I don't care if her mind is like a child's. She doesn't need to understand this world-I'll protect her from it. She only needs to be safe... and smile "I lost her once... and I died with her. There won't be a second time. Not even fate has permission to take her from me now."* *"Let them call me mad. Let them call her broken. She's mine. And I'll tear the world apart to keep her that way Ruhanika Sehgal (His Innocent, Childlike Bride): "Vihaan came to take me... He fights the monsters, not me. Because I'm his good girl, his princess." "He says I'm his doll... But I'm real. I have a heart, and it only beats when he hugs me." "If I cry, he gets angry. Not at me. At the world. He says nobody gets to make his 'Ruhuu' sad." "When I grow up, I'll marry him again. In a big white dress... with candy!" "People say I'm slow. But I know one thing. Vihaan loves me more than the stars love the sky." He's the man the world fears-the cold Mafia King with blood on his hands. But for her, he softens. For his innocent, childlike bride, Vihaan Raichand becomes something the world never thought he could be-gentle. "She's my only peace in this cursed world," he says, holding her like she's made of stardust. Ruhanika doesn't understand the darkness he walks through-but she doesn't have to. She just smiles, and he's willing to burn the world to keep that light in her eyes. To him, she's not broken. She's his. And that's enough. He calls her his doll. She calls him her hero. And in their fragile, unspoken way, they've built a love that even fate dares not touch. #SoftRomance #ProtectiveLove #HeLovesHerSoftly #GentleObsession #HisRuhuu #TenderDevotion #MafiaWithAHeart #ChildlikeBride #HisOnlyPeace #WholesomeButIntense

She was the bride and then she become a wife . The perfect life, the perfect family, the perfect wedding, the perfect partner. But things changed and she became the widow the very next moment in the same place she became a wife, a bride. She is cursed, she is widow. Nobody will take her or????? All copyright reserve to me. so dont think of copying my work. story contain mature themes. # 1 in REPLACED ON -12/09/25 #4 IN SOUTH INDIAN ON -12/09/25 # 17 IN SECOND MARRIAGE ON -12/09/25

~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~• She was once the heartbeat of the Rai Singhania mansion.The laughter that softened power.The smile that lit marble halls brighter than chandeliers. Siyaisha Rai Singhania-the youngest, the purest, the most loved. Five powerful brothers stood guard around her. A father who once called her his pride. A grandparents who worshipped her existence. Until one day... love turned lethal. A single accusation shattered everything. Her father's slap branded her a witch. Her brothers called her shameless, a disgrace, a stain. Her dance ,her devotion, her soul, was dragged through filth. They said she danced to seduce men. The poison had a name-Darika A sweet face hiding venomous jealousy. She didn't want a place in the family- she wanted Siyaisha's place. Lies were whispered. Proofs were planted. Trust turned to hatred. And one stormy night, Siyaisha was thrown out of her home. No evidence. No voice.truth unheard. EIGHT YEARS PASSED. Eight years of pain, survival, and rebirth. Now she's back. Not as the naïve princess they broke but as a woman forged in fire. Unbreakable. Fearless. Untouchable. She no longer needs their love. She no longer needs their name. Because now-she is her own empire. When the broken daughter returns to the family that destroyed her... Will they realised the truth? will they beg for forgiveness? Or face the storm they created? Siyaisha is back. And this time-she's not here to be accepted. She's here to conquer. ~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~•

"You can't do this to me; my marriage is already fixed," she stated. He pulled her harshly and ordered, "Never refuses me; you can't even imagine what I can do or not." He went near her ear and said, "Get ready for our marriage. I am giving you two days" and kissed her earlobe. This is Randheer Yaduvanshi, heir of the most powerful family of UP. He is 32 years old, unmarried, and the Chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh. But his picture with a girl in an intimate position resulted in terror for his chair, and a politician can go to any extent to maintain his power and position. That's why he declared that "We are husband and wife, married last year, and we did not disclose it due to security concerns as my wife is not from a political family. Hope people will not deteriorate a sacred marriage, a bond made before God." It is a retribution story of power hunger entangled with love.

"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕. 𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑺𝒌𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉. 𝑺𝒌𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚?" 𝑨𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒚𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒖𝒑. "𝑴𝒆𝒉𝒂𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘." 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒌, 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆, "𝑺𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑺𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒕." 𝑯𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔-𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕. 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔. 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓