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Under His Sin: A Mafia Love Story

Under His Sin: A Mafia Love Story

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She saved his life. He destroyed hers... only to rebuild it in his name. Dr. Ishita Mehra wanted nothing from life but peace. No men. No love. No marriage. But when she saves a mysterious stranger on a bloody night in Mumbai, her fate is sealed. Aarav Raichand - billionaire tycoon by day, feared mafia king by night - doesn't take no for an answer. Not in business. Not in love. And especially not from the woman who made his cold heart beat again. So when Ishita refuses him, he does the unthinkable. He blackmails her into marriage. Now bound by sindoor and sin, Ishita is forced into a world of crime, luxury, danger - and a man who terrifies her as much as he draws her in. But love doesn't bloom in light. It burns in darkness. And somewhere between hatred and desire, revenge and redemption... something real begins to grow. A story of broken pasts, unwanted beginnings, slow-burn love, and a marriage built on anything but trust.
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