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Her Throne Is Made of Guns

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She’s only 20, but she rules an empire built on danger, shadows, and firepower. A billionaire weapon dealer known in the underworld as the Weapon Queen, Mansi supplies high-end arms to undercover mafias, black-market kings, and those who make the rules… because following them is for the weak. When her path crosses with Adrien, the ruthless Mafia King of Monaco, two powerful worlds collide. Guns, power, and secrets ignite a deadly game where alliances are fragile, trust is lethal, and every move could be your last. Her throne isn’t made of gold… It’s made of guns.
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Chapter 1 - :-HER THROWN IS MADE UP OF GUNS:-

Title: Queen of Shadows

I'm a girl from India.

Maharashtra—Panvel. That was my home.

A normal place.

But my dream? Never normal.

I dreamed of becoming a billionaire.

Not just money—an empire so powerful that even the strongest would stand straight when they heard its name.

Today, I'm 20 years old.

And yes—I've already become a billionaire.

My flight lands in Monaco City today.

The reason? Business.

My business isn't clean.

My business is dangerous.

I supply high-end weapons—

to undercover mafias, black-market kings, and those

who don't follow rules…

they make them.

I'm part of the undercover world myself.

On this journey, I'm not alone.

With me are my four shadows—my strength, my protection…

whether I need protection or not.

My Team

Mina — the hacking queen. No system stays locked for her.Liwa — Taekwondo specialist. One kick, game over.Maria — business and technical mind. Numbers obey her.Sakshi — sniper. Her eye never misses.

And me—

Mansi.

An all-rounder.

Fighting, hacking, shooting—I can do it all.

I'm not arrogant…

but hiding the truth has never been my habit.

Scene: Monaco City — Casino Bar

It's night.

Monaco's lights shimmer…

as the five of us enter the casino bar in black outfits.

Not hot—

dangerously hot.

The kind of look that makes people either impressed…

or afraid.

A heavy silence spreads through the bar.

Eyes turn. Whispers begin.

I walk up to the counter and say calmly,

"Five beers."

The bartender pauses for a second—

then serves the glasses.

And then…

they enter.

A five-member boys' gang.

Tall. Sharp jawlines. Dark suits.

Pure mafia aura.

Every one of them is dangerously handsome…

and the way they walk makes it clear—

these aren't ordinary men.

The energy inside the casino shifts.

Our eyes meet.

Just for a second.

And in that one second…

I understand—

:- they're trouble

or

:- they're the next chapter of the game.

TO BE CONTINUED…