📖 **CHAPTER SIX — "The Enemy's Daughter"**
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### 💌 Author Note — From Aish L'Inarrestabile:
> *"Miei cuori assetati di caos (my hearts thirsty for chaos)… What happens when you're the daughter of his enemy, but the only woman his soul won't let go of? Simple. You become his weakness. And his reason to kill. Welcome to the chapter where bloodlines burn, but chemistry? Explodes."*
> — *Aish L'Inarrestabile*
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### 🔄 **Recap from Chapter 5 — "The Proposal You Can't Refuse":**
Yuvraj crashed Singh family dinner in a tux.
Dropped a ring box on Aira's plate.
Knelt. In front of her entire mafia bloodline.
> "Will you marry me, or do I burn this city to make you mine?"
> She didn't say yes.
> But she didn't say no.
> That night, a custom black wedding dress waited in her room.
> With a note:
> *"Next time we meet… it'll be as my bride."*
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**AIRA**
I stood in front of the mirror with my heart trying to claw its way out of my ribs.
The black dress hugged me like a promise.
Backless. Sharp-edged. Designed to kill hearts and pride in one glance.
My hair was slicked back. My makeup? Bold. My expression? Untouched.
But inside?
Inside I was chaos.
Because I wasn't just walking into a trap tonight.
I was walking into **him.**
My father warned me.
> "If you step into his world, Aira, you'll never step out."
And yet… here I was.
In heels. Wrapped in silk. Drenched in defiance.
Stepping straight into a lion's mouth with my head held high.
Not because I trusted him.
But because I couldn't pretend anymore…
That part of me didn't **want** him.
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**YUVRAJ**
She walked into the Malhotra estate like temptation wrapped in vengeance.
Every man in the room looked.
Every man who looked?
I logged their names in my mental kill list.
Her eyes were rimmed with black. Her skin glowed under chandeliers.
And her dress?
**That dress.**
Backless. Devil-cut. A weapon I wanted to worship.
But she didn't smile.
Didn't speak.
She just walked straight to me and stopped inches away.
I leaned down. Whispered.
> "You came."
She didn't flinch. "I didn't come for you."
> "You wore the dress."
She glared. "To bury you in it, maybe."
I smiled. "Can I die on your lips, then?"
She almost smiled.
Almost.
And God, I lived for that almost.
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**AIRA**
Everyone watched.
His men. His mother. The entire mafia council.
Whispers followed me like perfume.
*"Singh's daughter…"*
*"What is she doing here?"*
*"He can't be serious—"*
But Yuvraj never let go of my waist.
His hand was iron. His grip possessive.
He led me to the head table and pulled out a chair for me—while staring down anyone who even blinked at me wrong.
I sat. Because I refused to be the one who broke first.
His mother raised a brow. "You brought *her* here?"
Yuvraj leaned back in his chair.
> "She's not*her*, Mamma. She's *mine.*"
The room froze.
And in that moment, I realized—
He wasn't bluffing.
He wasn't playing.
He was *staking his claim.*
To me.
To war.
To everything.
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**YUVRAJ**
When she sat beside me, I knew the game had changed.
She wasn't scared.
She was **choosing** to step into the enemy's lair—because deep down, she wanted to own it.
That's what I loved most about her.
Not her lips. Not her waist. Not the way she walked like every step was an insult to gravity.
No.
I loved her rage. Her sharp mouth. Her refusal to surrender.
She didn't act like the daughter of my enemy.
She acted like **my queen.**
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That night, as Aira prepared to leave, Yuvraj walked her to the car.
> "Why me?" she asked.
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> "Because no other woman ever looked at me like she wanted to both kiss and kill me in the same second."
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> "And if I choose to kill you?"
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> He stepped closer.
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> "Then, amore… make it slow."
He kissed her cheek.
Soft. Deadly.
And walked away—leaving her breathless.
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### 💌 Author Note — From Aish L'Inarrestabile:
> *"He just told her to kill him slowly and kissed her like she already was. That's not a man. That's a fever dream with a gun under his suit.* Chapter 7: *The Bridal Ultimatum* is next—and baby, she's about to be cornered in silk and sin."
> — *Aish L'Inarrestabile*
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