Bleeding Like a Rose.

Bleeding Like a Rose.

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Named after a dead girl, born in the aftermath of a funeral, raised as a consolation prize, given to a Don who's in love with a corpse, TamilRoja has only ever been a ghost. Aaranya, the Don of the Indian Mafia, had to bury his love at sixteen, and when his eyes catch onto TamilRoja, who wears the face of his dead lover, he decides to make her his. TamilRoja's father - subordinate to the Indian Mafia's southern operations - offers his youngest daughter to the Don, without hesitation. After all, the South has always paid its dues. To top this, political tensions rise in the mafia world, real danger looms close, TamilRoja discovers a secret about her missing brother, everyone is exactly what they said they weren't, and Agasthya, Aaranya's younger brother and underboss, seems to have his eyes set on a girl he can't have and won't forget. TROPES: Mafia Romance Slow burn Political Intrigue Yearning Grief And above all, True Love bleeding like a rose.
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"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .

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