Meet My Ex, Mr. Mafia
In the glittering underworld of Mumbaiâs most exclusive club, where crime lords seal deals over crystal glasses and blood is cheaper than champagne, one name is spoken in whispersâAgastya Raghuvanshi.
At twenty-nine, Agastya is a myth wrapped in a tailored black suit. Cold. Ruthless. Emotionless. He never raises his voiceâbecause he doesnât need to. When he speaks, itâs usually to pronounce someoneâs death sentence. His empire spans cities, his enemies kneel before him, and his heartâĶ has been buried for two years.
Or so he thought.
When Agastya walks into the club for a high-stakes mafia meeting, the last thing he expects to see is Kavishâhis ex-boyfriend. The boy he once loved with a devotion so fierce it terrified him. The boy he left behind to âprotect.â
Kavish is no longer the shy, soft-spoken eighteen-year-old Agastya remembers. At twenty, heâs laughing freely, dancing under neon lights, drinking recklessly at the bar like he has no fear of the world. He looks beautiful. Untouchable. Dangerous in a way Agastya never wanted him to be.
And Agastya freezes.
Because beneath the flashing lights and the alcohol-stained smile, he still sees the same innocent eyes. The same boy who once clung to him and whispered, âDonât leave me.â
When Kavish notices him, he doesnât run. He doesnât look hurt.
He walks straight toward him.
âHi, Agatyaâsorry, sorryâĶ Agastya.â
That familiar smile. Soft. Teasing. Deadly.
Before Agastya can respond, a tomboyish girl slips beside Kavish, looping her arm through his. âWho is he, Kavi?â
Kavish doesnât hesitate.
âMy ex-boyfriend.â
The room goes silent.
The most feared mafia boss in the city.
And the only boy who ever made him weak.
What Agastya doesnât know is that the girl beside him? Sheâs not just a friendâsheâs part of something far more dangerous than Agastyaâs empire.
Old love never dies in the underworld.
It festers. It burns. It waits.
And when Mr. Mafia meets his ex againâĶ
This time, walking away wonât be so easy.