"Marry me", Shaurya Singh Shekhawat muttered with pure hatred in his eyes holding her arms in his vile grip
"You hate me", Akansha Dixit said with fear and determination in her eyes
"I do, and Retribution is my right", Shaurya said
"And I have the right to a chance to justify myself", she said breaking with increasing hatred in his tone for her...
"Like the hell, I will, you destroyed my sister and now it's your turn to get ruined", he spat... "You will marry me, or see your family die", he said
"I will", she said losing the battle... "One last thing Mr. Shekhawat, the day you will know the truth, the rue will kill you", she said, he just scoffed walking away leaving her shattered at the same time making her stronger... If he thinks he could make her weak using her family, then he is in for a big surprise, thought Akansha with sheer determination...
************ 5 Years Later ************
"One chance is all I ask, Akansha", Shaurya begged sitting on his knees ignoring the fact that he is a Chief Minister, the most powerful man of the state...
"You are 5 years too late CM sir", Akansha said with a cold face before walking away...
"You are right... My rue is killing me every second", he whispered to himself
Shaurya Singh Shekhawat, a man everyone in the state admired, people's favorite leader, a very well-educated Chief Minister, and the youngest person to take office in the country. Successful, that's what everyone think of him, but only he knew how much of a failure he is as a husband...
Akansha Dixit, an aspirational student pursuing her Ph.D. in child psychology. She fell in love very easily but only when she realized his reality did she understand how much of a mess she is in, already...
Amid selfish families, dirty politics, several misunderstandings, betrayals, and power-hungry wolves, will the innocent love survive, or will it succumb ??
"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.