THE MAFIA’S BRIDE

The night was silent, except for the distant sound of thunder. Karachi’s skyline held its breath, as if it knew something dangerous was about to happen. Inside a grand mansion, Ahmad Khan, the city’s most feared mafia leader, adjusted his cufflinks calm on the outside, chaos within. Tonight, he was getting married. To Mishal Ahsan. The woman he had loved all his life. The woman who despised him now. Mishal sat quietly in her bridal room, hands trembling, her heart heavy. She didn’t want this marriage. She didn’t want him. Ahmad’s world was blood and power everything she hated. But her father’s debt had sealed her fate. When Ahmad entered, his voice was low, steady, and heartbreakingly gentle. “Mishal,” he said, “you don’t have to fear me.” She looked up, eyes cold. “Then why force me into this?” Ahmad smiled faintly. “Because I’ve already lost you once. I won’t lose you again not to anyone, not even to destiny.”