" U bastard....leave me......I said leave my hand......"....suddenly there was amusement in his eyes for a sec.....or something else....but whatever it was he quickly wiped it off....a scowl appeared on his face...but still he kept his grip tight....& suddenly there was a loud ...thump....& I felt my cheeks sting like hell....I felt hell pain in my jaw....he...he...slapped me.... Radhika... a simple girl who never had loved a man in her life...who craves for love,care affection...what would happen if she would Hv to go with d MAFIA as per a deal.....would this change her life?.......would she love a MAFIA ....more specifically their leader....d dark & cold....d undead.....The MAFIA KING...... Neil.....the best Assassin alive....Arjun's friend cum brother....he only lives for Arjun....he can go to any length for him...he is the only one who could read Arjun like an open book...he is "THE FEARLESS"...d one who would kill anyone in fraction of seconds without letting d person himself to know..... ..but down there in his heart he holds a secret which he would never wish to reveal.....what would happen if he would do the only thing he doesn't want to.....love..... Arjun....who seems as the heartless monster....d one without soul.....he is dark & cold....he doesn't give a damn abt anyone except his frnd ....his everything Neil..he is not afraid of anything....not even death....he is lives to die every single day....he is a monster....he doesnt have a weakness....he is one & only "THE MAFIA KING"....but what would happen if he would fall for the only girl he hates with everything in him....what would happen if a simple girl would become his life...his love....his death..... This is the story of Radhika... Story of Arjun... Story of Neil... Story of Kabir... Story of Sanjana... Story of friendship... Story of life... Story of fate... Story of death... but at the end this is an untold story of undying love....

Is the end ever truly the end or the start of something buried in centuries? What if her fall was not a fall but time folding back to find her again ? When grief screamed louder than the wind, she vanished into a prophecy. She wasn't lost by time. She was remembered by it. She walked with laughter in her steps and sunlight in her breath. But what happens when eyes that remember too much finally forget? Her world paused. And in that pause time whispered her name. If time is not a thread, but a memory then grief is a signal ? A soul can pray without words, and the cosmos always listens. One blink, One breath and everything changed. She opened her eyes in a land where gods still walk and rivers sing. Where memory is prophecy, and strangers are long-awaited. Not a stranger. A verse forgotten in ink, She is recognition reborn. Some souls are pulled by forgotten promises. She is gentle flame of destiny A bridge between truths. Two worlds orbit her-one fading, one familiar. Her silence is storm before the unveiling. She came to awaken justice time tried to erase. She is the breath between slokas. The girl forgotten by time until time remembered her purpose. For those who feel too old for their age, dream in chants, and ache without knowing why. Her journey is yours. What if tears were memories from another age? She became strong to reshape it. Not a superhero. Not perfect. But raw. True. Familiar. She breaks like you. Rises like you. Welcome to Accidental Transtemporal Travel Where time bends to soul, and the forgotten become flame. Her silence is your reflection. Her scars, your map. To those who've whispered, "I don't belong here" Maybe you never did. But you're not lost. Just waiting to return. Open the book-step into memory. Walk through ancient halls where silence holds prophecy and when it ends, you won't say "What a tale." You'll whisper... "I remember." A debut inspired by the Mahabharata not retold, but revered. © All Rights Reserved

she hated his "kind" she is smart ,sassy , emotional ,badass beauty he found her rather "amusing" he is hot ,rich,badboy,arrogent fire+ice - neutral fire+fire= them🔥❤️