"𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝙄 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩." My hand stilled on his chest as my eyes met his. The bandage was forgotten on my hands. "𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚. 𝙄'𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜." My breath-hitched in a way I couldn't think of anything else. Except him. "𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙚. 𝘼𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙧𝙢-" His words went off as I placed my palm on his mouth and averted my tear filled gaze from his. A moment later, his hand reached out to touch my chin as he gently tilted my head back-to meet the grey eyes of his. I felt the softness of his thumb on my cheeks as he wiped my falling tears. _ Adrik Vasiliev, an Italian Mafia, whose life takes an unexpected turn when he had to come to India to hide from Italian police after a betrayal. _ She was caged, He unknowingly brought her freedom. She was sensitive, He never raised his voice at her. She had dreams, He made sure all of them came true. _ No forced proximity. Proud wife moments. Encouraging and supportive ML He falls first ✨ and harder _ TROPES Slow burn. Mafia romance. Morally grey Male lead (till the end of the book) Desi x videshi Italian x Indian Two SIDED YEARNING Only daughter x Eldest son On his knees for her. Comedy [Rom-com] Revenge Love without expectation 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | 𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑