Poroluge

The mafia king, known for his ruthless dominance in both the underground world and business, had just received the shocking news that one of his most important deals had been leaked. Furious, he gathered his men, determined to confront the traitor at a secluded location. As he drove towards the rendezvous, his own cars surrounded him, his loyal men ready to take down the target.

But instead of retreating, he advanced, stepping out of the car with an icy calmness. The air was thick with tension, the road ahead almost suffocating as his men prepared for the confrontation. Just as he was about to give his next command, he spoke to the traitor, "You deserve an award for betraying me."

As he moved closer to the traitor, his attention was suddenly drawn elsewhere. He heard a voice.

Soft. Melodic. It cut through the chaos like a whisper in the storm.

He froze. The voice was captivating, almost enchanting. It held him in place. Turning towards the source, he saw her. A girl standing at the edge of the bridge, her long hair billowing in the wind, almost like it had a life of its own. She was mesmerizing. Her eyes—the most striking shade of blue he had ever seen—drew him in, as if they held secrets meant only for him.

His gaze drifted to her lips—full, slightly parted, and adorned with two small moles on her cheeks. Her neck, slender and graceful, beckoned him closer. She wore an Anarkali dress, a perfect fit that seemed to glow, making her appear as if she were a goddess. He had never felt this drawn to anyone before.

Then, as if on cue, he heard her voice again, but this time, it was distant. "Mistii, chalo, late ho raha hai."

Her name, spoken so casually, was like an invitation he couldn’t resist. She turned to leave, but before she disappeared into the night, she gave him one last look—her back turned, and in that moment, he saw her full figure, her beauty like something out of a dream.

A burning obsession took root in him. He didn’t care about the traitor anymore. His eyes followed her every move, his mind consumed with thoughts of her. He signaled to his men, instructing them to handle the situation, but his gaze never left her. He didn’t know her name, nor where she came from. All he knew was that he needed her.

The haunting image of her—the mysterious girl with blue eyes—would not leave his mind. He tried to shake it off, but the obsession only grew stronger. He had to find her. He had to know her. She was the one thing he could not have, and that made him want her even more.

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In the dimly lit room, the soft rustle of silk sheets was the only sound that filled the air. Ishita’s back was pressed against the cold wall, her body trembling ever so slightly. Aashvik stood before her, his towering presence looming close. His hand was gripping hers above her head, and the other arm wrapped around her waist, holding her firmly against him. The proximity sent a wave of warmth coursing through her, though her heart raced with unease.

His breath was a mere whisper against her ear as he spoke, his words dripping with admiration and something more—a possessiveness that made her shiver.

“Tumhe pta bhee nhi hai tum kitni khubsurat ho Ishii,” (You have no idea how beautiful you are, Ishii) he murmured, his lips brushing her ear as he spoke her name with such reverence it made her knees weak. His voice was soft yet intense, as though every syllable carried an unspoken promise.

Ishita could feel the weight of his gaze on her, and his touch, though gentle, felt like a claim. His hand around her waist tightened just a little, as if reminding her of his control over the situation.

“You are my goddess, Ishii," he continued, his words now tinged with a hint of desperation. "Just tell me, Ishii, what is bothering you? Just say my name, and I’ll burn the whole world for you.” (Mujhe btao Ishii, kis baat se preshan ho tum, sirf naam btao, main puri duniya ko tumhare liye jal dunga.)

She closed her eyes, her heart pounding faster. His words were intoxicating, but the fear of losing herself in him gripped her tighter. She pulled her hand free from his, her chest rising and falling with each breath.

“But I’m not pure like a goddess,” she whispered, the vulnerability in her voice betraying her.

With trembling hands, she stepped away from him, her eyes wide and filled with something deep—fear, pain, and a yearning for freedom. She turned to flee from the room, her feet carrying her toward the door, but before she could reach it, his voice stopped her in her tracks.

His eyes were locked on her, filled with an unspoken understanding, but also an intense need. He wanted to know everything about her, wanted to peel back every layer she’d buried, but not out of mere curiosity—no, it was deeper than that. It was trust he craved, trust he would fight for, even if it meant breaking down every wall she built.

Ishita's heart ached with the weight of what she had just said, and she turned her back to him, her face hidden from his gaze. Her vulnerability was all he wanted, yet she feared the depth of it.

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Aashvik sat at the head of the long, polished conference table, surrounded by business partners and high-ranking associates. The air in the room was thick with tension, each person waiting for him to make the next move. As the world's most powerful businessman and underground mafia leader, Aashvik had a reputation that no one dared to challenge—especially not in meetings. His presence alone was enough to silence the room.

His phone buzzed on the table, an uninvited distraction. Without so much as a glance, he let it buzz again, focusing on the matter at hand. He had already made it clear to everyone that his time was invaluable, and no one dared to break his focus.

But then, his phone buzzed once more—this time with a message from her: “Patidev, do you miss me already?” (Patidev, kya tumhe meri yaad aa rahi hai?).

His fingers froze for a moment. His usual icy composure began to crack, and the temptation was unbearable. He glanced around the room—no one was watching him too closely. He quickly picked up the phone and pressed the call button, his eyes briefly softening.

"Sweetheart," Aashvik’s deep voice rumbled as he answered, completely ignoring the business around him.

The moment Ishita heard the affectionate nickname, she couldn’t help but smile. “Patidev,” she teased, her voice sweet and sultry. “You never answer during meetings, yet today you’re all ears. What’s changed?”

His eyes flickered with a mix of amusement and something deeper, but he didn’t let it show. “I couldn’t resist you, sweetheart," he said in a low, commanding tone, a trace of warmth hiding beneath his usual cold demeanor. "You’ve got my attention.”

Ishita could practically hear the shift in his voice, knowing he was trying to maintain his composed mafia leader facade. “Oh? Is that so, Patidev?” she continued, drawing out the word with playful innocence. “You never break your rules for anyone... and now here you are, talking to me in the middle of an important meeting. Are you sure you want to do that?”

Aashvik's grip tightened around his phone, his mind battling the urge to end the call. But there was something about her teasing, something in the way she said "Patidev," that made him lose his usual composure. “I told you, sweetheart, you’re different,” he murmured, lowering his voice, barely containing the emotions he didn’t want anyone else to see.

His business partners, seated around the table, exchanged confused glances. But no one dared to speak up. Aashvik’s reputation was well-known—he was ruthless, and no one dared question him.

Except one.

One of his oldest business partners, Carlo, leaned forward slightly, eyeing Aashvik with a sharp look as he watched his expression shift. A smirk tugged at the corner of Carlo’s lips as he noticed the obvious change in Aashvik’s demeanor. “Everything okay, Mr. Wolf Carlo?” he asked, using the nickname Aashvik was known by in the underground world, his tone smooth but laced with curiosity.

Aashvik froze for a split second, his heart rate quickening, before he masked it with a deep breath and a cold, hard stare. “Everything’s fine,” he replied in his usual, authoritative tone, his gaze now returning to his partners. “Let’s get back to business.”

But the heat from the phone call still lingered in his chest as he disconnected the call, and despite his attempts to regain control, a dangerous, unspoken promise from Ishita's teasing words swirled in the air.

Scene 5

Aap sun bhee rhe hai merii baat ????

She said with irritation

Tumhari nhi sunuga to kisi sunuga janeman

He replied with a teasing smirk.

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"I love you Mrs Rajput "

"I love you too Mr Rajput"

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