Mafialead Stories

Zahra Zain, an accomplished architect skilled in shaping other's visions, faces a profound challenge: crafting her own future amidst a web of complex relationships. Torn between a charismatic yet deceitful businessman and a powerful, enigmatic figure from the underworld, Zahra grapples with the threads of love that bind and confound her. As she strives to navigate her choices, she must confront whether every negative aspect of her life harbors a hidden positive or if some shadows are meant to remain untouched. Will Zahra be able to untangle herself from these suffocating connections, or will they ensnare her in their grip? The story unfolds with suspense, testing her ability to confront the past and embrace the present with newfound courage. --- Want to know? Then read further I promise you won't be disappointed.

"I would take a bullet for you just to prove my love only to find out you're the one holding the Gun"

"Do you always hum when you think, or is that just your way of testing my patience?" "Oh I beg your soul shut the fudge cake up Jace!" Ambervert ; she didn't sign up for a mafia plot, but life didn't ask either. Amber Adair is socially fluent, emotionally confusing, and somehow always in the wrong place at the right time. Between a brother who won't explain anything, a best friend Zara who definitely knows too much, and Jace Salieri , who communicates mainly in silence and judgement , her life stops being normal very quickly. And the worst part? She might actually be okay with it. He watches her like a threat. Protects her like a secret. And hides a world she was never meant to see.

She ran from abuse and hid in God's house. At Kedarnath, she became a silent devotee-ringing temple bells every morning so she wouldn't scream, pretending her past had been washed away by faith and snow. Then he arrived. A sinner searching for redemption. A man who believed revenge was justice. A brother who never forgot a murder. He buys her from the temple steps, convinced she killed his brother. She lets him believe she remembers nothing. But amnesia is not innocence. And devotion is not forgiveness. Because she didn't forget what she did. She remembered everything. And when the truth finally comes out-when she tells him why she killed, and why she ran to God instead of the law-love will only be possible at the very end. If it survives at all.