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Crimson Shadows
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Bersambung, Awal publikasi Mei 23, 2025
In the heart of Mumbai's underworld, Shubman Gill reigns supreme-cold-blooded, untouchable, and feared by all. As India's most formidable mob boss, his name alone commands silence. But behind the fortress walls of his sprawling mansion lies his most guarded secret: Mini, his five-year-old baby sister, whose real name is Smitha-a bubbly, chatty whirlwind of sunshine who melts even the iciest heart. Alongside her is Sid, their sassy, sarcastic 13-year-old brother with a sharp tongue and an even sharper sense of survival.

After their parents were killed in a shootout four years ago, Shubman built an empire of power, secrets, and violence to protect what was left of his family. At his side stands Abhishek Sharma, his right-hand man-sunny smiles wrapped around a deadly core, and Mayank Markande, the cold, razor-sharp left hand with a sarcastic bite and zero tolerance for nonsense.

But Shubman's life of shadows is about to be turned upside down by Ishan Kishan-the soft-spoken, sweet-as-frosting owner of "ChocoCrush," the quaint chocolate shop near Mini's school. With flour on his nose and a smile that could light up a monsoon sky, Ishan is everything Shubman isn't: warm, caring, and effortlessly kind. To children, he's an angel. To Shubman, he's an enigma.

When Mini starts sneaking out for cupcakes and Ishan's smile starts chipping away at Shubman's walls, a storm brews. Because sugar and smoke don't mix... until they do.
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