Chapter 1: The Curse Of Eternal Love
{The ITALIAN MAFIA}(25yearsold)
A man of silence and dominance, standing tall at 6'9 with a gangster’s physique. His perfect jawline rests against fair skin, a charming smile softening the bold transformation of his hunter’s eyes.
Abhay demands control over everything. He believes in writing his own destiny, and for him, spilling blood is not a burden but a passion. His true identity is bound to the infamous Italian Mafia. Born in India and raised amidst royal grandeur, the world of the Mafia was the only path he did not choose for himself. Yet, the reason behind that choice became his very existence.
From an Indian prince to the Sultan of the Italian underworld, his journey hides a secret buried centuries ago in love itself—now returned in this lifetime, burning as an obsession, unyielding and eternal.
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{21years old}

(Something, sometimes Life changes in such a way that we feel that this is not my life. )
.............❤️🩹
Her shyness is not weakness, but a veil — soft, delicate, and unspoken. She laughs quietly with herself, as if her heart has its own hidden world. Yet, life does not always remain the same; without her noticing, that laughter dissolved into silence, leaving her spirit quiet and fragile.
Her long, thick black hair flows like midnight down to her waist, catching the wind like a forgotten melody. In her wide, deer-like eyes shimmer countless dreams, fragile lanterns lighting her way through the darkness. She sees the world with that gentle gaze — her dusky skin glowing softly, her smile carrying the weight of innocence, and a small birthmark on her cheek, like a secret mark left by fate itself.
She stays far from cruelty, yet her hands always soften for animals, as though mercy is stitched into her very soul. But somewhere, without warning, the girl she once was slipped away. What remains is a past that does not belong to this life alone, but to many lives before. Only one man knows this truth — the same man who returned as the missing piece, to complete the love that time itself left unfinished.
For Nidhi, living has become unbearable — what should have been life now feels like chains, each day dragging her closer to self-destruction. And yet, within her silence burns a sorrow older than this world, a destiny that waits, aching to be rewritten.
[Prologue / Intro Added]
The rain had just stopped, leaving the streets wet and glistening under the streetlights. Nidhi sat by the car window, her thoughts tangled like the streaks of raindrops running down the glass.
She was young and ambitious, yet quietly strong—someone who believed in her dreams even when the world doubted her. Her eyes held a mix of curiosity and caution, reflecting a mind always searching for answers.
Abhay, on the other hand, was the calm in the storm. His hands rested steadily on the steering wheel, his gaze fixed ahead. He seemed untouchable, yet there was a depth in his silence. Protective, sharp, and intense, he was someone no one could easily read.
"Are you still upset?" he asked softly, breaking the silence.
Nidhi glanced at him briefly, her lips tightening slightly—a small sign that he already knew her answer.
Their world was just beginning to collide, full of secrets, emotions, and choices that neither of them could yet understand.
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"Writing is that ..while writing, the writer himself gets lost in that story. "
..... Sanskriti ❤️🩹
Seventeen years had passed.
After so many years—
Abhay…
finally…
was returning to his motherland — India.Morning…
Today felt different.
The wind was blowing—
but it didn’t have that pace…
as if every gust was holding itself back… waiting for something to arrive.
A slight warmth…
was slowly spreading through the surroundings—
but the strange thing was, it wasn’t suffocating…
it just left behind… a restless kind of calm.
Chandravanshi Villa—
today was quiet… and not at all.
There was movement in every corner—
but it wasn’t turning into noise…
instead… like an unspoken anxiety,
it was seeping into the walls.
The reason was clear—
after four hours…
the eldest son of the Chandravanshi family,
Abhay Chandravanshi,
was returning from Italy.
Four hours—
for anyone else, they would just be four hours…
but for the badi Malkin of the house…
these four hours… felt as if time itself had paused.
Her eyes…
were inspecting everything—
so that nothing remained incomplete…
nothing was left behind…
Despite having so many servants—
today as well… she had to oversee everything herself.
“Kishan!”
There was less strictness in her voice… more anxiety.
“Don’t put these flowers here… Abhay doesn’t like them.
And listen—go and ask the master… whether Nidhi has reached the airport or not.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Without wasting a single moment,
Kishan placed the flower garlands back into the basket—
and walked out with quick steps.
The head lady’s command…
was not just an order—
it was a responsibility.
—
Outside in the lawn—
Virendra was talking to someone on the phone.
Kishan came and stood silently in front of him.
One glance at him—
and Virendra ended the call.
“Yes, say.”
“bade malik… badi Malkin was asking—”
Before he could complete his sentence—
a faint smile appeared on Virendra’s lips.
“Go… tell Mamta—
Nidhi will reach the airport in fifteen minutes… to receive her beloved son.”
There was affection in his words…
and a pride… that couldn’t be hidden.
“Yes.”
Kishan smiled slightly—
and turned back inside.
—
Inside the villa—
his eyes were searching for someone.
But the badi Malkin wasn’t there.
“What happened, Kishan?”
At the voice from behind, he turned.
Standing near the stairs—
was the younger lady of the house, Janki.
“Why are you standing like this? Finished with the flowers?”
“No, choti Malkin…
that… in fifteen minutes, sis Nidhi
will reach to pick up Abhay babu.
I had to tell this to the badi Malkin …
but she isn’t here.”
Janki smiled lightly—
as if she understood this restlessness.
“Alright… you continue your work.
I’ll inform jethaani ji.”[badi Malkin]
Then pausing for a moment—
she said in a slightly playful tone—
“And put Jai and Anu to work as well…
at least this way they’ll use their phones less—
both useless.”
Kishan smiled.
And Janki—
walked towards the stairs.
Even in her steps going upstairs—
there was a slight hurry.
Because…
today, someone wasn’t just returning—
today…
something was about to change.
The winds had now grown stronger in their course—
as if with the change of place, not just the paths…
but time itself had turned over.
Inside the car, the AC was on—
cold air was flowing continuously…
yet there was heat in Nidhi’s heartbeat.
Her restlessness was so evident that
again and again, her fingers unknowingly
would sometimes touch her cheeks…
and at times, in unease, reach her lips.
Her eyes were outside the window—
on the buildings being left behind…
on the trees rushing past…
But her mind…
could settle nowhere.
Every few seconds,
she looked at the watch tied to her wrist…
then toward the road ahead…
and then back outside the window.
Her breaths were deep—
but there was no peace in them…
only an impatient anticipation.
And with every passing moment,
her restlessness kept growing little by little—
as if time was not merely moving forward…
as if every passing second was whispering in her ears—
"Just a few more moments…"
And her restlessness…
was now about to end.
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