
{The ITALIAN MAFIA}(25yearsold)
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{21years old}

(Something, sometimes Life changes in such a way that we feel that this is not my life. )
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Soft teaser trailer for the readers 💌😍👉❤️
The rain had just stopped, leaving the streets wet and glistening under the streetlights. Nidhi sat by the car window, her thoughts tangled like the streaks of raindrops running down the glass.
She was young and ambitious, yet quietly strong-someone who believed in her dreams even whenthe world doubted her. Her eyes held a mix of curiosity and caution, reflecting a mind always searching for answers.
Abhay, on the other hand, was the calm in the storm. His hands rested steadily on the steering wheel, his gaze fixed ahead. He seemed untouchable, yet there was a depth in his silence. Protective, sharp, and intense, he was someone no one could easily read.
"Are you still upset?" he asked softly, breaking the silence.
Nidhi glanced at him briefly, her lips tightening slightly-a small sign that he already knew her answer.
Their world was just beginning to collide, full of secrets, emotions, and choices that neither of them could yet understand.
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A man of silence and dominance, standing tall at 6'9 with a gangster's physique. His perfect jawline rests against fair skin, a charming smile softening the bold transformation of his hunter's eyes.
Abhay demands control over everything. He believes in writing his own destiny, and for him, spilling blood is not a burden but a passion. His true identity is bound to the infamous Italian Mafia. Born in India and raised amidst royal grandeur, the world of the Mafia was the only path he did not choose for himself. Yet, the reason behind that choice became his very existence.
From an Indian prince to the Sultan of the Italian underworld, his journey hides a secret buried centuriesago in love itself-now returned in this lifetime, burning as an obsession, unyielding and eternal.

Her shyness is not weakness - it is a quiet veil she carries with grace. She laughs softly, often to herself, as if her heart lives in a world no one else can enter. But somewhere along the way, that laughter faded, leaving behind a silence too deep to name.
Long, thick black hair falls to her waist like flowing midnight. Her wide, deer-like eyes hold fragile dreams, and her dusky skin glows with an untouched innocence. A small birthmark on her cheek feels like fate's signature - subtle, yet unforgettable. She is gentle by nature, especially with animals, as if kindness was woven into her soul.
Yet the girl she once was is gone. What remains is a past that doesn't belong to just one life. Only one man knows the truth - the one who returned as the missing piece of a love time itself couldn't erase.
For Nidhi, living feels like chains... and somewhere within her silence sleeps a destiny waiting to be rewritten
∆{Hello dear readers, I just wanted to say that you all liked my story, and please appreciate it, because it takes hours to make this episode, I hope you all liked this new story. Thank you 😊 💕 And please do leave a comment, this is my motivation.}
Some relationships are not recognized by names...
They are recognized by a gaze.
And when, after seventeen years,
a gaze looks back-
it is not a meeting...
It is a reckoning.
Read and enjoy 😉 💕✨
"Writing is that ..while writing, the writer himself gets lost in that story. "
..... Sanskriti ❤️🩹
Seventeen years had passed.
After so many years-
Abhay...
finally...
was returning to his motherland - India.
The moment the airplane wheels touched the runway, a faint tremor passed through.
Abhay took a deep breath.
His chest rose heavily-
as if he had been carrying an invisible burden for years...
and today...
finally...
he had set it down.
The doors opened.
As he descended the stairs, his eyes began to move through the crowd-
sharp...
alert...
restless...
Every face.
Every shadow.
Then-
his gaze stopped.
Right...
on one face.
Thick black hair cascading over her shoulders.
A neatly worn salwar-kurti.
Silver jhumkas...
swaying slightly under the harsh airport lights.
The sea of people was still there...
but Abhay's eyes-
were fixed only on her.
The noise vanished.
The movement faded.
Only...
that face.
That presence.
Nidhi.
She was adjusting her dupatta.
Lost in her own thoughts.
Then-
her hesitant gaze lifted.
And the moment her eyes
met Abhay's-
the air seemed to stop.
One moment.
Just one.
Confusion settled over her face.
Perhaps her heart had already understood-
this was not an ordinary person.
This was that boy.
The one she had not seen for years.
Only...
he was no longer a boy.
Twenty-five years old.
A body shaped by discipline and fire.
Mafia strength hidden beneath a clean-cut suit.
A light beard.
Perfectly set hair.
Deep...
commanding eyes.
He looked entirely like an Italian businessman-
but his smile...
That smile still carried
a trace of the same old innocence.
And that...
made him dangerous.
Nidhi's heartbeat stumbled.
Abhay's steps quickened.
Memories...
crashed over him.
He was only five
when he was sent to Italy for studies.
His motherland had let him go.
And today...
after seventeen years...
he had returned.
Not just as an educated man.
But as someone-
with power in his veins.
Violence.
The shadow of the mafia.
Yet...
Behind all of that,
the one thing unsettling him the most-
was...
Nidhi.
His cousin.
With whom he had played
in Rajasthani courtyards.
Who scolded him
when he stole sweets.
Who wiped his tears
when he cried.
That shadow of childhood...
always beside him.
And today-
she was the one who had come to receive him at the airport.
She was...
his first step in this country.
Toward his past.
Abhay's heart was pounding.
So much power...
so much blood...
after witnessing so many lives-
he was not prepared
for this one moment.
He stepped forward.
The sound of their footsteps
echoed across the polished floor.
The distance...
kept shrinking.
The silence...
was forced to break.
Nidhi's voice-
hesitation...
and familiarity-
"Abhay...
did you recognize me?"
A faint smile appeared on Abhay's lips.
His gaze did not move.
"Yes...
but you've changed from cute Nidhi
into a hot queen."
He stepped forward.
The car door opened.
Adjusting her dupatta, Nidhi said-
"And you...
from a silent personality
straight to a mafia?"
Abhay sat in the driver's seat.
His voice was calm.
Almost playful.
"Mafia... and me?
You're joking, right?"
Nidhi laughed softly.
"Of course."
The car started.
A slight gesture from Abhay.
The black SUV standing behind.
Luggage.
Every movement of his-
command.
Nidhi's eyes fixed on him.
"Abhay...
you've changed a lot."
"And how is that?"
"Italy suits you so much that
now you follow full mafia style...
body language...
the way you speak...
everything has that vibe..."
Abhay's fingers
tightened on the steering wheel.
The smile...
still did not leave.
"Yes...
the environment there was like that, jaan.
A person changes on their own."
(Jaan...this is the word that )
Nidhi's breath caught.
"That's true...
but... what-"
"What?"abhay said ..
Nidhi turned her gaze away.
The window.
A dangerous smile
on Abhay's lips.
"So... Nidhi...
will you marry a mafia?"
The car turned...
the dark road.
Nidhi's head snapped toward him.
"No."
"Why?"abhay said ..
(The curiosity in his tone)
"Better to remain unmarried
than marry a murderer.
And if forced...
I'll end myself.
But I will never become
the life of someone who takes lives."
Abhay's fingers tightened again.
His gaze...
emotionless.
Then-
almost in a whisper-
"Yes".
Nidhi made a promise to herself-
she would keep her distance
from this man.
But she did not know-
the most dangerous battle
is fought
against one's own heart.
So this is the first episode 💌
I Hope you enjoyed it 💕❤️🩹If yes then please do comment, see you again 🥀 bye
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