The Mafia Life

The Mafia Life

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It all started off in the cafe when I served him at his table. I have been working here for 3 years now and i havnt come across a person like him. His hair the colour of ash. His eyes as blue as the sea. His body as hard as rock. But he was too good for me. He looked so rich and always asked for the same coffee every day. Then it became i nightmare. No one knows this but I ran away from the worst trouble a girl could face and he was about to find out......
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This story is about a naive Indian girl who falls in love with a mafia king. His entire personality screams red flags, but strangely, when it comes to her, he becomes a green flag. Due to unexpected circumstances, their lives become entangled through marriage, and since then, her life has been turned upside down. He makes her feel loved and protected. She changes him into a rational person. She is too good for him, yet he cannot let her go despite knowing the cruel reality of his world. She is his only solace and happy place in his dark world. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He kept staring at me, as if peering into my soul. I told myself I couldn't falter now. But it was so difficult to meet his gaze unaffected, let alone manage my expressions and behavior around him. "So you're telling me there's nothing going on between us?" he questioned, stepping toward me. I stood rooted in place, my mind blank. When I didn't answer, he closed the gap, stopping just inches away. I could already smell his cologne and shaving cream. Suddenly, I felt hot and acutely aware of him. My thoughts were consumed by the distance between us rather than his question. Then I heard his deep, almost seductive voice near my ear. "Do you like this, babe?" he whispered, his warm breath fanning my ear, sending a tingling sensation through me. Heat rose to my cheeks, and beads of sweat formed across my forehead. I must have totally lost it because I answered, "Sure," without thinking rationally. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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