Mere Swami
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Last published Sun, Jun 21, 2026
She was trapped in a toxic relationship with the underworld's most feared mafia boss-yet she stayed willingly.
For one condition.
As long as he allowed her to remain close to him, she would endure anything-his orders, his rage, even his cruel punishments. Blinded by an obsession she mistook for love, Ishita lived in his shadow, bound to his world, and chained to his name.
But what happens when Sidharth, the 27-year-old ruler of the underground, discovers the truth she has been hiding... the secret that could shatter everything?
Will he keep the fragile 25-year-old woman he called his own?
Or will he destroy her the same way he destroys every enemy who dares to deceive him?
Step into a story where love turns into possession, loyalty blurs into obsession, and one woman's reality becomes the one thing that could either save her...
or get her killed.
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