She falls first. But he falls harder.
She remembers him, but does he?
Told across three timelines - when she's 13, then 17, and finally 21 - this is the story of two childhood friends and neighbors turned something else entirely.
{updates every weekend}
She's the eldest daughter in a house that keeps forgetting to love her.
Lonely, quiet, and surviving more than anyone knows, she hides her bruises behind sarcasm and sleeves.
He's the golden boy next door - eldest son, all charm and chaos, raised in the warmth of a family that hugs first and asks questions later.
But even sunshine has shadows. And he's got more than he lets on.
As fate - and faith - throw them into each other's orbit, sparks fly, secrets untangle, and hearts collide in ways neither of them saw coming.
This is her story. A semi-autobiographical, raw, messy, funny, deeply Desi rom-com with emotional gut-punches, stolen moments, wedding disasters, a quiet return to faith, religious rebirth, and chai that burns just right.
💔 It's not a love story between perfect people. It's a story about hurting and healing, about choosing softness anyway - and learning to trust God when love alone isn't enough.
When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love?
Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli.
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"Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound."
"No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look.
"Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help."
"No."
I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please."
Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him.
"No-"
"Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!"
"Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..."
I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined.
"Fuck it."
He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine.
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WARNING!
Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.