"Mujhe jhelna mushkil hai, Nader," she said with a smile while her gaze was fixed on the table. ("It's difficult to tolerate me, Nader") "Main jhel lunga," I replied. ("I'll manage") She looked up towards me, then continued. "Mai khubsurat nahi hoon," she said. ("I'm not beautiful") "Mere liye behad khubsurat ho," I replied ("You're incredibly beautiful, for me") "Mujhe bahut jaldi gussa aata hai," she said. ("I get angry very quickly") "Mai seh lunga," I replied, looking at her. ("I'll endure it") "Mujhe bahut jaldi rona aa jata hai", she said. ("I cry very quickly") "Main apna kanda deh dunga, aap apna sar rakkhe ro lena", I replied. ( " I'll give you my shoulders, to cry freely keeping your head on it") "Mai choti choti baat mein, naraaz ho jaati hoon", She said. ("I get upset over little things,") "Mai manalunga," I said. ("I'll convince you,") "Mere haath seh chize tuth jaati hai", she said. ("Things break from my hands") "Mai naye la dunga", I replied. ("I'll replace them") "Mujhe aapse mohabbat hogayi hai, Nader", she said. ("I have fallen in love with you, Nader") "I-" Usne nazre niche jhukali. Get ready to be swept away by 'Heartstrings,' where the tangled web of relationships is spun with threads of forbidden love, enemies-to-lovers, love at first sight, and a captivating love triangle. Join me on this rollercoaster of love, betrayal, and redemption that will tug at your heartstrings until the very last page."

She was the daughter of head of the "Ravens" the Spanish mafia which was in the control of most of the Southern Europe. She was in no sense weak or reckless. Her eyes were colder than ice and words dipped in strongest of poisons. Ethereal. she was absolutely ethereal. But behind her intoxicating smile, there was something dangerous, something absolutely chilling. He was the son of head of the "Hemlocks" the German mafia in control of the Western Europe. He was arrogant, and why wouldn't he be? He had it all. Money, power, fame, and to top it all, looks. But there was his demeanor, so cold, so indifferent, so calculating, that no one dared to anger him. He had built around him a wall, not of bricks, but of steel. He was not aggressive unnecessarily, unlike how one might imagine a mafia leader to be. He never killed more than he needed to, but he never failed to strike those he once caught upon. She hated him. After all, he was the one who caused her so much misery throughout her life. He hated her. After all, he had to suffer at the hands of her family, because of her. What could go wrong- no. What couldn't go wrong if they have to be under the same roof?