His Wife, His Love
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She is shy like the moon, soft in words and pure in heart, believing every moment of life is Mahadev's leela.
He is fire in human form-shameless with his love, fearless with the world, and ruled by karma instead of fate.
She is ice, calm and quiet.
He is fire, wild and untamed.
He rules the entire mafia world, a man whose single word can shake empires... yet one small signal from her is enough to bring him to his knees in silent happiness.
The world fears his anger.
She fears it too.
But the same man who can burn the world for her can never raise his voice at her... and cannot bear a single tear in her eyes.
Possessive. Obsessed. Dangerous.
His warning to the world is simple:
"Touch her... and you die."
Because to him, she isn't just his wife.
She is his love.
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