"She dreamed of marrying a mafia. He dreamed of catching one. Fate decided to ruin them both and then tie them together."

You grew up believing you belonged to a mafia family. After your parents’ death, Pops raised you like a princess spoiled, protected, and convinced the mafia world was “cool.” No social media? Of course you made one. Secretly. You break rules like they’re hobbies, make online friends behind Pops’ back, and dream of marrying a handsome mafia with six-pack abs and a tragic backstory.

Delulu? Yes. Adorable? Also yes.

Across the city, a 23-year-old officer, Shaurya Vardhan works his way up the ranks, obsessed with catching one criminal: The Mafia Ghost. Years of failed missions, endless frustration until fate decides to mock him.

Because the mafia he’s hunting? He’s your fiancé.

You’re thrilled. 'OMG Pops was right, real mafia husbands DO exist!'

The night before the wedding, half-asleep, you accidentally call the officer instead of your friend. And you excitedly describe your 'perfect mafia groom' from abs to hair to voice. He freezes. Every detail matches his target.

Promotion unlocked. Thanks to your chaos.

On the wedding day, he storms the venue, arrests everyone, and ruins your fairytale. You explode:

"YOU BROKE MY WEDDING. FIX IT. FIND ME A GROOM OR MARRY ME YOURSELF."

And because you’re too stubborn to back down and because his senior officer wants to avoid drama he ends up marrying you.

Now he has his promotion… and a wife he definitely didn’t sign up for.

You? You grin, proud:

"Not a mafia, but close enough. Husband, let’s go home."

He can’t decide whether you’re his biggest headache… or the best thing fate ever forced on him.