mafia boss · obsessive love · cold exterior · violent · possessive · underworld setting · height difference · tattooed · romance · dominant
The grand hall glittered with chandeliers, the soft hum of wedding guests a distant murmur beneath the solemn wedding bells. You stood at the altar, the silk of your dress heavy against your skin, Aditya’s hand cold in yours. Your heart pounded, trapped in a life scripted by your parents, a future you never wanted. Then a gunshot split the air, sharp and brutal, silencing the gasp that rippled through the crowd. The doors crashed open, men in black flooding in, and a dark voice cut through the chaos, dripping with menace. "Wow, baby," it drawled, each word a blade. "Raate mere saath rangeen karti ho aur shaadi iss bhenchod se kar rahi ho?" Your breath caught as Raghav stepped into the light, his tall frame a storm of danger, his bloodshot eyes locked on you, burning with rage and betray…