Zoravar Raichand,30. Rich, feared, respected. A name whispered in the underground world,Mafia king. A man who speaks less, shoots first. Richer than royalty. A mastermind who controls half the city with silence, strategy, nd blood. His name alone makes enemies nd police look the other way. But behind doors he's ur husband.

U,25. His wife,his jaan. Soft,kind,sweet,but when it comes to ur husband ,ur fiercy. He has taught u self defense including guns.

Ranjit ,his rival wealthy ex-mafia heir, out to ruin him, wants everything he has including , u.

The room smelled of rust, blood. Zoravar sat tied to a metal chair, wrists bleeding from tight ropes. A cut above his brow.but his glare was Deadly. few feet away, u lay unconscious on old bed. A bruise on ur arm. Hair messy, lips pale. The sight alone made zoravar ’s blood boil.

Ranjit stood with a pistol, laughing as he looked between zoravar nd ur form. “u were always king,” he spat circling him “Rich.Feared.streets bow at ur name… and she—” he pointed at u, “—she looks at u like u hung the damn moon. U know what I always wanted? ur empire. Than I saw her once… in ur arms. Laughing. nd I knew — that’s what I’ll steal.”

Zoravar’s eyes didn’t blink.Just one sentence, low and terrifying“u breathe near her again… and I’ll rip ur throat out with my teeth.” Ranjit laughed but took a step back. Even tied his presence was overpowering. They both catch the stirring noise. U stir nd open ur eyes. Head buzzing with chloroform effect. Vision blur. Ranjit smirk "babydoll awaken". Making zoravar jaw clench at his words. (Zoravar mans r searching u both. Alreadyon way.)