Indianmafia Stories

Author's Note: maybe the starting chapters are boring but I am writing it for the first time and I can tell you that I won't disappoint you so please give it a try. Thank you 😊 INDIAN MAFIA PRINCESS Alya ,a 16 year old girl with an innocent heart, but she understands more than she shows on her face. she can't see anyone in pain as she knows how it feels to be in pain. she lives in an orphanage and is treated badly when compared to other kids in the orphanage. Many things happened at the orphanage to her but she still doesn't blame anyone for it. What happens when she bumps into someone? What happens when she is told that she had a family all along who did know she is alive? Let's find out..... It's my first ever story and I thought to share it here so please don't get your hopes up and I will try my best to write a good one Thanks for choosing to read it. 8/1/26 - #2 in singing 9/1/26 - #10 in siblings 18/1/36 - #1 in Italianmafia

8 years old Aarya was raised in silence, in fear, and in chains. She never knew a life beyond bruises and rules - where food was a privilege, smiles were sins, and love was just a myth. For eight years, she lived under the iron hand of her mother and her cruel boyfriend, taught to be invisible and obedient or be punished. She didn't know family, joy, or even her own worth. Until one day, everything changed. When her abusers were arrested in a drug bust, Aarya thought she was finally free. But freedom was a lie. Because this time she is captured by a monster even more dangerous, a ghost from the underworld, long thought dead. Where she learns a truth more unbelievable than fiction: she is not alone. She is the daughter of Satyaveer Malhotra - one of the most feared mafia dons in the country - and sister to three ruthless crime lords. Thrown from hell into a den of lions, Aarya finds herself in a world she cannot understand - a world of power, guns, secrets, and brothers who speak in bullets and silence. Cold, broken, and dangerous - they don't know how to love. And neither does she. But blood remembers. And somewhere beneath the scars, loyalty, and violence... a family begins to rise..........

Two girls. One bloodline. A past they were never meant to remember. Aanya is quiet. Soft-spoken. Stolen in the dead of night to replace a mafia bride-and thrown into the arms of a man who believes love is weakness. Avni is fierce. Bold. The kind of girl who doesn't back down... until she finds herself tangled with a ruthless, flirty mafia prince who decides she's his. Neither girl knows they're sisters-twins, separated by a brutal past. Neither expects to fall for the very men who were raised to destroy. But in the underworld, love is a weapon. Secrets don't stay buried. And when the truth rises, someone always bleeds. Jealousy. Obsession. Betrayal. Blood. They were marked the moment they were born... and now, the mafia will claim what's theirs. - A dark, emotional mafia romance filled with enemies-to-lovers fire, twin secrets, powerful kings, and broken brides.

✦ 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐕Ó𝐑𝐀 ✦ "They said she was saved... They never said what would be taken in return." In a house built on power, secrets, and shadows, she becomes more than a guest- she becomes his weakness... and his obsession. What begins as protection slowly tightens into something far more dangerous. A story where safety turns into possession, and love begins to blur with control. Sinvóra is the story of a girl who wanted safety- and a man who wanted her soul. ✧━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━✧ Vrinda Raichand × Zavian Oberoi ✧━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━✧

Hello my dear readers..... This is my first story and the original ideas are mine not of anyone.... so plz support me and if you love this story plz came again and read the next chapter..... THIS STORY IS BASED ON A PRINCESS OF RATHORE'S AND CHAUDHARY'S... WHO CAN GO TO ANY TO PROTECT HER BROTHERS AND HER FAMILY..... VARTIKA RATHORE-- NO, Dii I can't go back to them.I have to protect them and for that if I have kill anyone or myself I will not take a step back..... They are my life..... Virendra Rathore-- No, dadu sa she is no one... she is dead the day she betrays us and choose power over us....She is dead for me and for everyone.... Aaj ke baad is ghar mein uska naam koi nhi lega warna sab mera maara muh dekha ga...... Jayendra Rathore-- prrr Virendra vo teri beti thi na tu usko apni beti maanta tha na..... to abh tujha us prr viswas nhi hai... Virendra Rathore-- Are maar gyi vo usi wakt jab usna apne hi bhai prrr goli chaliyiii Now for understanding everyone aspects let's dive into the story of broken brothers and a broken sister.....

When home becomes a nightmare, she runs. Not knowing her escape would uncover a buried past. A love story left unfinished. A father left unaware. And a reunion written by fate.

Aaravi has always lived life on her own terms-quiet, independent, enjoying her own Prescence, careful not to get too close to anyone. Connections, attachments, long-term ties... none of it appeals to her but randomly meeting stranger has never been a problem. She's content in her world of routines--paints, files, books, sketches, events and the company of her brothers. And then, out of no-where, someone appears who is strangely like her. Similar names to similar habits. A flicker of familiarity, a mirror of habits and choices, leaving her unsettled-and curious. That encounter is enough to stir something she didn't know existed, that is enough for something to vanish which she expected will stay with her throughout the life, making her question parts of herself she had carefully kept hidden. But life has a way of pulling her into a world she never imagined she'd be a part of. A world that demands more than she ever thought she could bear. Where choices carry consequences far beyond herself, and shadows linger behind every corner. What happens when suddenly she realises all the life she led was a lie? All the life she made wasn't hers? Can she let warmth into a life she's always kept carefully distant? What will she do when she has always avoided people, but now will be surrounded by one or the other all the time?? What happens when the world she's kept at a distance suddenly demands everything from her? Will she be able to handle a life far bigger-and far darker-than the one she knows and the one she is used to? And when shadows begin to stir, will she rise to meet them... or fall? Some shadows wait patiently... for the girl who never thought she'd belong. And when the shadows stir, will she be ready? Crowns of Shadows.

Everyone in the city knew Kabir Rathore. Not by his face- but by his name spoken in whispers. He controlled ports, money routes, men who didn't ask questions. He wasn't loud. He wasn't cruel for fun. His power came from silence-and from the fact that no one ever saw him lose control. Until Aanya. She wasn't part of his world. A simple girl-soft voice, cotton dupatta, eyes that still believed people were good. She worked in a small bookstore near the old market, unaware that the street she crossed every day belonged to him. One wrong night . One wrong place . She witnessed something she wasn't meant to. Kabir didn't threaten her. Didn't raise his voice. Didn't touch her. She lived in his house like a shadow- safe, watched, untouched. He never entered her room. Never asked questions. Never explained himself. But he made sure: No one scared her. No one raised a voice near her. No blood ever crossed her sight. At night, Aanya would hear gunshots far away. In the morning, Kabir would sit across from her at breakfast, sleeves rolled up, hands clean, eyes unreadable. "You're not afraid of me?" he asked once. She swallowed. "I am," she said honestly. "But I think you're afraid of yourself more." That was the first crack. Kabir had built his life on control. And she-without trying-was undoing it. He started coming home earlier. Violence made him restless instead of calm. Her presence felt dangerous... not because she was weak- -but because she was good. And good things didn't survive in his world. The city called him a monster. She saw a man who stood between her and darkness- even when he himself was the darkness.

#1 book of Royalty series Run.....cherry." let's see how far you can go from me . You think that I'll let you go soo easily after the wait of years and being obsessed with you. He catch her from behind by her waist and trap her between him and car ). He said slowly in her ear, "you made a mistake by running on your own wedding and you get punish for it..... but--- he pause, and slide his hand from her waist to her back where her blouse ends and move close to neck to press a soft kiss there, then speak- .....not here,you will get your punishment on your first night cherry ...under me. Crying while painting my back with your fucking nails and there will be no god to save you from me giving you punishment 'little bird.'"

He loved her the way storms love destruction- silently, violently, without mercy. His touch was a promise and a threat, his devotion carved in blood-deep ink. She wasn't his choice. She was his fate. In a world where love is soft, his was a knife pressed to the throat- protective, possessive, unforgiving. He would ruin heavens, rewrite sins, and become the monster everyone feared just to keep her breathing in his arms. This isn't romance. It's obsession dressed as poetry. And once he loves her- she is his. Forever.

Indian fiction | love - hate relationship | grumpy x sunshine Aarohi Kapoor,Raunak Malhotra Aarohi Kapoor is a ceo of petals fashion while mr Malhotra is a trillionaire mafia boss with nationality of India but the whole world fears him. Dive in to read the slow burn. author._.moondust

Ekarsh Sinha has only one reason to live-revenge. A hatred born at fifteen, aimed at the man who destroyed everything. The world calls him the Investment King, but the underworld whispers a darker name-Ezrael, the Angel of Death. Everyone bows before him. Except her. Aarna Jadega lives in color-she paints pain and love alike in her own hues. She's the girl everyone wants to be, the one who has everything-except freedom. A destiny not written by God, but by her parents, binds her tight. But even destiny bows before Ekarsh. She hates the color black-his world is drenched in it. He's feared. She's adored. He destroys. She creates. And when their worlds collide? He sought revenge. She became his undoing. Or maybe... his only salvation.

Meet Kaif- Kaif Zakwaq Shahaan- a 22 year old muslim young boy who is ranked UK's number one billionaire in business. Meet Hasti- 21 year old girl, fled from home and fatefully living with the Shahaan family. Kaif and Hasti- Allah had something for them. They did not get along but they did get along. Their fights had sparks and their pranks on each other had the whole family laughing. But soon Kaif starts feeling the emotions that were never there. Or maybe they were but he was too busy to see it? But hasti makes him feel all those emotions. Why? he has no answer. So when one day Hasti leaves with a note saying she was under "The Billionaire's Protection" without the billioanire even knowing, Kaif is left shocked. Where did she go? No idea Whom did she go with? No idea Will Kaif go looking for her? Even he des not know that BUT..... What happens when past secrets are revealed? What will happen when people from the past will collide? Will Hasti and Kaif accept the truth about themselves? Well, The Billionaire's Protection has all the answers! ©scopian_16 2014

Bound to Hell. Hellbound." Karan Prithvi, the man they called Hell on Earth, had never bowed to anything breathing. He didn't surrender. He didn't soften. Until Aisha Rehman disrupted the violence of his heartbeat and rewrote the rules he lived by. If hell ever had a Goddess, it was because he built it for her.

She is mine and no one can look her the way I do TOUCH HER AND DIE "Why did you let him even touch you!!!! Leave this aside why did you even let him get close to you!" Yuvraj said- Hehehehe spoiler

life has never been fair to her, it was always cruel dark and filled with secrets she didn't knew life forced on her. but instead of blaming and being tamed by others she made other kneel for her. she manages two lifes throughout her life. one where she is soft, innocent, naive, fun, protected. switches to her ownself as cursed , broken, powerful, heartless, cataclysm in human form. she lives life carefreely without knowing her end was already decided, already prepared, already began the day she was born. they say 2 broken soul connect the most. his soul was her other half. a Powerful leader of demonic syndicate, he isn't made for love but just to control, own, become power. where blood was as usual as breathing ruthless soul that was bruised, and hunted by many but claimed by none. his heart was already dead without someone he loved deeply. when death turns into curse you wear it as a crown not defeat. what will happen when the curse will undo secrets that will hunt thier soul to death. secrets buried with not bodies but with souls. she will rule on his demons without her realizing she is the reason he breaths ___________________________________________ "iam..iamm going to die, Pl.. please leave me" her voice broke in pain and agony for the first time she felt scared but not alone. her tears sliced from her cheeks. she steps back. her knees hit the ground as she screamed in pain. "I'll accept death happily if your with me till my last breath and I will make sure you reincarnate as mine in every life doesn't matter if I have to fight god himself, love" his breath heavy as he kneedled before her, slowly wiping her tears under the dark night that lightened with moonlight, slowly he cupped her face and kissed her forehead. "always and forever, jaan, please stop crying i hate your tears" he promised. he lips met hers as he made sure she believed him. she trusted him. slowly, deep, claiming, "entirely hers" (👁👄👁)

Aadhira Parmar, a brilliant forensic specialist, has spent her life solving crimes with cold precision. But when fate draws her into the enigmatic world of Yug Ranawat-a ruthless businessman and the undisputed King of Jodhpur-her life takes an unexpected turn. Yug Ranawat is a man feared and revered, his power stretching beyond the corporate world into the dark underbelly of the mafia. Yet, behind his cold exterior lies a past he cannot escape. When Aadhira's investigation leads her dangerously close to his empire, secrets long buried begin to surface-secrets that could change both their lives forever. As Aadhira uncovers shocking truths about her own mysterious royal lineage, she realizes she's more connected to Yug than she ever imagined. In a world of power, betrayal, and destiny, can love bloom between two souls entangled in a web of secrets? Strong ml× strong fl 💗🌷

Zimal Hayaat was only five when her world shattered - her father shot dead by the powerful Italian mafia boss. The truth was buried, the killer vanished, and the child-bride forgotten. Now twenty-two, Zimal has risen as India's coldest, quietest mafia queen - trained for one purpose: find the Italian mafia... and end their bloodline. Meanwhile, Ayaan Sikandar, now twenty-seven, rules Italy's underworld with a smile sharp enough to cut. A playboy. A strategist. A ghost in the dark. But Ayaan carries one secret - a memory blurred by childhood... a tiny wedding... a girl named Zimal he once married. He remembers the name. Not the face. Not the girl. Not the bond. And Zimal? She knows nothing. Not the boy. Not the name. Not the truth that the man she's hunting... is the same boy who once held her hand in a room full of flowers and promises. Stakes: • If Zimal succeeds → she kills her own husband. • If Ayaan discovers her identity → everything he built burns. • If they fall in love → destiny rewrites itself in blood. Tropes: ✓ Mafia × Mafia ✓ Childhood marriage ✓ Husband remembers name only ✓ Wife remembers nothing ✓ Enemies to almost-lovers ✓ Dark romance ✓ Revenge vs Destiny