The Lassie Mafia
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"I wanted you since I laid my eyes on you, Aaban Mirza, and there's absolutely nothing that I want and can't get" She started walking towards me with the same look in her hazel eyes as the day I first saw her. What did she want from me? Why me?
" I am not a thing to be wanted by you, Miar Amin, let go of me before you lose--"
"Tch-Tch, handsome boy, I NEVER LOSE."
With that said, she held my face in her rough hand and pulled me towards her small face. Our faces were just an inch away and I shut my eyes tightly due to the effect.
"Aaban, look at me." "I won't, leave me!" I tried to scream but my voice didn't seem to co-operate because of the close proximity between us. "I HATE YOU, MIAR. I hate you more than I've ever hated any creature on this planet" . There was extreme silence and I could feel her grip loosening.
She moved away from me and I opened my eyes to see her smiling. I never saw her smile before.
"You are falling for me, Mirza. You are falling for me. Now watch me change your name to Aaban Amin, my love."
Aaban Mirza, a 24 year-old guy from a rich, Muslim conservative family. He wanted to be as successful as his father and brother which motivated him to work hard and focus on his plans. But life had a complete different plan written for him. How and why were two words he didn't understand when he met the lady boss.
Miar Amin, a 22 year-old Mafia boss, who killed people mercilessly when things didn't go her way. She had men dying for her, but little did they know the secrets hidden behind her beautiful face. She never spared a glance to any man but Aaban was a life-changer for her.
Join the dangerous game of love, lust and emotions which changed the lives of these two completely different individuals. Learn what happens when you meet someone never had to.
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