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Beneath Mafia's Bulletproof Heart
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Ongoing, First published Jun 24
Mature
3 new parts
Luca Volkov × Khushi Agrahari 

Luca Volkov, a twenty nine year old ceo of The Volkov Group and an international mafia leader-feared by criminals, untouchable by governments. He is charismatic without effort, intimidating without trying. To himself: He is a man who cannot be redeemed-but will burn down the rot around him.

Khushi Agrahari, a twenty three year normal master student of design. She is pure, kind-hearted, deeply compassionate. She cries silently, but laughs and smiles publicly-no one knows her real struggles. She has strict but loving parents and a brother who is three years younger than her. She often suppresses her desires or emotions to meet expectations. She thinks she is cursed, cursed that whoever she be attached to will leave her. 

She is the sunshine in a world he thought was only made of blood, shadows, and betrayal. He sees through her mask-and for the first time, so does she. With her, he feels love-something foreign, frightening, and undeniable. She is the only person he cannot read, cannot control-and that makes him want her all the more.

Together, they will face betrayal, heartbreak, danger, loyalty-and the kind of love that changes both of them forever.

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SILK AND SIN

57 parts Ongoing Mature

You and your family came to see me-I said no. Baat khatam. Rishta kahin aur dekh lo. And LEAVE. ME. ALONE!" My chest heaved with emotion, my vision blurred with tears I was trying hard not to let fall. But he didn't even blink. He simply looked at me with that dark, unreadable gaze... and then moved toward me, slow and steady, till I was pinned between his car door and him. No one could see us like this. He leaned in, caging me with his arms on either side of my head. His breath brushed against my skin as he whispered, "You don't wanna marry me... hmm?" I looked away, panic flaring again. He tilted his face, locking eyes with mine. "Bolo." I whispered, "No..." A cruel smirk curled on his lips. "Toh phir kis se karni hai shaadi?" he whispered. "N-no one..." He straightened up-now towering over me-and then, without warning, grabbed my waist and lifted me off the ground. My hands were caught between us, pressed to his chest. "A-Aahan-what... what are you-" I stuttered. "Shh," he murmured, lips brushing against my cheek. "You've said enough. Ab suno." "We're getting engaged in one week. Then the rest of the rituals. And after that," he paused, tightening his grip on my waist, "we'll get married." "Chahe tum khud mandap tak aao... ya main tumhe zabardasti le aaun. Samajh aaya, jaan?"