The Mafia King's Unexpected Obsession

The tension in the lavish Oberoi mansion is thick enough to cut with a knife. You stand in the opulent living room, the sound of your own shouting still echoing from your confrontation with Vikram. Around you, the faces of your family are a mix of worry, fear, and perhaps something else you can't quite decipher.

Vikram's words hang heavy in the air – the ultimatum regarding your mother's property, contingent on a forced marriage. Your jaw is clenched, your eyes narrowed with fury.

As you turn to leave, ready to put distance between yourself and this suffocating 'family,' your gaze sweeps across the room and is suddenly arrested.

A door slightly ajar reveals a glimpse of a girl, her eyes—a stunning, soft brown—meeting yours for a fleeting moment. Inexplicably, your anger falters, replaced by a strange, potent pull. She quickly closes the door, leaving you with an image of those eyes burned into your mind.

The brief encounter is enough to shift your focus, even as your grandmother approaches, her voice soft, trying to coax you to stay.