8 parts Ongoing "Don't move, Haseena" He whispers in his deep, husky voice as I try to step back. He steps closer, his hand gently brushing against my cheek. The warmth of his touch contrasts sharply with the coolness of the room, sending a surge of electricity through me. His fingers linger, as if trying to memorize the shape of my face, the curve of my jaw.
"You don't need to be afraid" He murmurs, his voice a soft caress. "I'm not here to hurt you. I just want to understand you."
"Why me?" I finally ask, my voice barely a whisper. "What is it about me that makes you want to stay so close?"
He pauses, his gaze softening as he studies me and he smiles before putting his lips on my forehead.
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"Anubhav never gives second chances" He growls before pulling the trigger, leaving the man dead on the spot.
"Call that bastard producer" He orders, lighting a cigarette and settling into his chair.
"This is the filthy hand that tried to touch my butterfly without her permission." he says before slicing the producer's palm with a knife. "Now, it looks perfect," He adds with a sinister smile, as the producer cries out in pain, clutching his bleeding hand.
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Anubhav Singh Shekhawat, the King of the Asian Mafia, saw her and fell for her. He was a cold-hearted man, but her sweet smile melted him.
Haseena Malik, the famous Bollywood actress, unknowingly made a mafia kingpin fall in love with her.
She's sweet and bubbly, a Crimson Rose, while he's angry and arrogant, a Dark Shadow. Their worlds couldn't be more different, but what will happen when they collide? Will their crimson love bloom in the depths of his dark life shadows?
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Tropes:
Grumpy x Sunshine
Mafia x Actress
Opposites Attract
He Falls First (and Harder)
Warning ⚠️: This story contains graphic violence, murder, drug use, and potentially triggering scenes and dialogue. If you feel uncomfortable with such content, please proceed with caution or refrain from reading.
