The Mafia’s Bride

Arsh was not just a man he was a storm in human form. People whispered his name in fear. One stare from him could silence a crowd, one command could destroy empires. He was the most dangerous mafia boss the world had ever known fearless, ruthless, and untouchable. But even the darkest hearts can be shaken by light. That light was Hazel. She was innocent, kind, and pure a girl who believed in love, not power. She had no idea that her simple smile would capture the heart of a man who could destroy the world. Arsh first saw her in a small café, her laughter cutting through the noise like a melody he didn’t know he needed. For the first time, his heart hesitated. He wanted her and Arsh always got what he wanted. Within weeks, her life changed forever. She was taken into his world, surrounded by danger and shadows. She tried to resist, but Arsh’s power was undeniable. He forced her into marriage, a ceremony surrounded by men with guns and hearts made of stone. On their wedding night, the air was thick with smoke. Arsh stood by the window, a cigarette burning between his fingers, his cold eyes hidden behind the haze. Hazel sat silently on the edge of the bed, her white dress glowing in the dim light. He exhaled slowly, the smoke curling like his dark thoughts. “You don’t need to fear me,” he said in a deep, calm voice that carried both warning and promise. “The world fears me enough for both of us.” Hazel looked up, trembling. “Then why me?” she whispered. Arsh turned, his expression unreadable. “Because you’re the only thing I can’t control.” And for the first time, the man who could destroy the world felt powerless against love.