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~02~ Mafia Princess

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Standing abruptly, she reached out, her fingers closing around his wrist.

"Wait," she began, but her voice faltered when he turned to face her.

His eyes—a striking combination of gray that seemed to pierce right through her—were filled with a cold emptiness, laced with barely restrained anger. 

The sharpness of his glare was enough to make her breath hitch.

"Don't ever touch me," he said, his voice low and menacing, every word dripping with warning.

Her hand dropped immediately, her courage dissolving under the weight of his gaze. 

He turned and walked away, his strides purposeful and unyielding.

She watched him go, her eyes lingering on his retreating figure. 

Despite the fear his demeanor had instilled, her heart raced for an entirely different reason.

"Who is this man?" she whispered to herself, almost in awe. "Rough, tough, and masculine... I've never seen someone so godly."

In just a few fleeting moments, he had left her completely captivated, her thoughts consumed by the mystery he carried. 

She sighed, a small smile tugging at her lips despite the rejection.

But deep down, she knew—this was no ordinary man. 

He was the kind of enigma that could never be easily won over.

And if someone ever did manage to capture his heart, she thought, they would have to be extraordinary, someone as rare and untouchable as he seemed to be.


(Well guess the man?)

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I sat cross-legged on the sofa my face glowing with a soft smile as I played with my little niece, Preesha

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I sat cross-legged on the sofa my face glowing with a soft smile as I played with my little niece, Preesha. 

The toddler giggled, clapping her tiny hands, her innocent laughter filling the room with warmth. 

I loved these moments, moments that felt simple and unburdened, where the world seemed to shrink to just me and my family.

My gaze shifted to the other side of the room, where my nephew, Prithviraj, was diligently hunched over his homework. 

His small face was scrunched in concentration, his pencil moving rapidly across the page. 

I couldn't help but smile. 

He was so engrossed in his task that he seemed unaware of the world around him.

Just then, the front door opened, and my elder sister Raghavi entered, her face etched with fatigue. 

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