His Secrets , Her Siyasat
Prologue
A storm brews over the deserts of Rajasthan.
Inside an ancient palace, torches flicker. Whispers echo through sandstone halls as a shadowy figure walks past royal portraits each face wearing the same eyes.
They called him the crownless prince — a name whispered in fear and silence. No one knew the blood that ran in his veins… except those who wanted it spilled.
A masked gala. Laughter. Luxury. Lies.
A woman in crimson walks through the crowd striking, confident, dangerously sharp.
Half-Italian, half-Indian. Model. Mogul. Mystery. Her smile hides something deeper.
Across the room, he watches.
Cold eyes. Powerful presence. And a secret beneath the thousand-dollar suit:
He is the heir to a forgotten empire. And the prince of the underworld.
Their eyes meet sharp, electric, and full of unfinished wars.
He was never meant to love. She was never meant to be caged. But fate doesn’t ask it commands.
A burning letter in an old haveli
Blood dripping onto royal marble
A kiss that tastes like betrayal
A gun loaded under moonlight
bobaaaa
Enjoyyyyyy bitchessssssss🫶🏻🎀✨
Unraveling Worlds
The roar of the Ferrari engine echoed through the streets of Milan, cutting through the city’s afternoon hum
Sat in the backseat, his gaze fixed on the view outside, but his mind was elsewhere—on the delicate balance he had maintained between his royal bloodline, his mafia ties, and his successful business empire. Milan was a world away from the dusty, sun-soaked land of Rajasthan, but it was here that he had built his new life his cover
Aryan had left India at 17 to study in Italy, but what had started as an educational journey had quickly turned into something much more. Now, as a well-established businessman, his empire spanned continents, his name respected in the business world. But only a few knew the true extent of his power. Only a few knew that he wasn’t just any businessman he was a mafia prince, the rightful heir to a royal family, and everything he did in this life was part of a much larger game.
The car stopped outside a café in the upscale shopping district
Aryan Rajvansh/ ML
** phone buzzed in pocket**
Aryan Rajvansh/ ML
** took out and saw the message**
"Meet me tonight.The Italians are getting too bold. We need to talk."
Aryan Rajvansh/ ML
** jaw tightened**
He was here to meet Alessia Romano, a rising star in the fashion world, the kind of woman who ruled social media with just a glance. But there was more to her than meets the eye. Her father, Anil Romano, a businessman of Indian descent, had built a fortune from nothing. However, his past remained a tightly sealed mystery, and Aryan had his suspicions. The woman in front of him might just be the key to unraveling it all.
Aryan Rajvansh/ ML
** stepped out of the car and eyes roaming around the café **
Aryan Rajvansh/ ML
** saw her and moved towards her with a poker face** ❄️
She sat in the corner, her profile illuminated by the soft, golden light that filtered through the window. Alessia wasn’t just beautiful—she was a force, a woman who carried herself like she owned the world. Even from a distance, it was clear that she wasn’t the type to play by anyone’s rules.
Alessia Romano / FL
** looked up and locked eye contact with him **
Alessia Romano / FL
Mr. Rajvansh❄️ ** said with a smooth and cold voice**
Alessia Romano / FL
You are punctual that's more than I can say now ❄️
Aryan Rajvansh/ ML
A pleasure, Miss Romano ❄️** replied, pulling out the chair across from her and sitting down**
Aryan Rajvansh/ ML
I’ve been meaning to meet you for a while. Your company’s work in fashion is impressive. You’ve built quite a name for yourself. ❄️
Alessia Romano / FL
** smirked and leaned back in her chair with an air of confidence that almost bordered on arrogance **
Alessia Romano / FL
I didn’t get to where I am by simply being impressive. But thanks for the compliment, I suppose.❄️
Alessia Romano / FL
** tone was sharp, but there was a fire in her words **
That intrigued Aryan. He had dealt with many people in his life, but few had such a commanding presence, especially not in a business setting. Most were either intimidated or eager to please. Alessia, however, was neither.
Alessia Romano / FL
I’m not here for small talk, Mr. Rajvansh. If you have got an offer, make it. I don’t have time to dance around with corporate pleasantries.❄️
Aryan Rajvansh/ ML
**Lips twitched into a half smile **
Aryan Rajvansh/ ML
( mmh I like that She isn't the type to be seduced by charm or flattery, and that made her far more interesting.)
Aryan Rajvansh/ ML
Straight to the point. I like that ❄️
Aryan Rajvansh/ ML
** Leaned forward slightly and voice lowered**
Aryan Rajvansh/ ML
I have been looking at your father’s portfolio. He’s a smart businessman, but I believe there’s room for improvement. I think we can help each other out. I’m offering you a partnership.❄️
Alessia Romano / FL
**Raised an eyebrow and expression turned skeptical **
Alessia Romano / FL
Partnership? With you? Do you always approach women like this, Mr. Rajvansh? Cold, calculating, and expecting results? ❄️
Aryan Rajvansh/ ML
** Chuckled softly, unphased by her directness **
Aryan Rajvansh/ ML
If you think I’m cold, Alessia, you haven’t seen anything yet ❄️
Alessia Romano / FL
** Gaze narrowed, and lips curled into a knowing smile **
Alessia Romano / FL
Is that a threat or a promise, Mr. Rajvansh?❄️
Aryan Rajvansh/ ML
A little of both ❄️
Aryan Rajvansh/ ML
But I’m not here to make empty threats. I’m here to make deals. Your father and I share similar interests. We both understand the value of power, influence, and wealth. But we can achieve more together than we could apart. ❄️
Alessia Romano / FL
** eyes flickered briefly and a mixture of curiosity and challenge **
Alessia Romano / FL
And why should I believe you? What makes you so sure that I’d want to partner with someone like you? ❄️
Aryan Rajvansh/ ML
** didn’t hesitate ** Because you know as well as I do that in this world, alliances matter more than anything else. Your father may have built an empire, but you can’t deny that a partnership with someone like me could elevate everything. ❄️
Alessia Romano / FL
** Lips parted as if to say something, but before she could, her phone buzzed on the table **
Alessia Romano / FL
** glanced at her phone then again glanced at him ** excuse me ❄️
Aryan watched her go, his expression unreadable. There was something about her something that unsettled him. He wasn’t used to people challenging him so openly, especially not a woman. And yet, she wasn’t intimidated. In fact, she seemed to enjoy the tension.
As she spoke on the phone, he took a moment to observe her how she carried herself, how her posture never wavered, how she never seemed to apologize for her sharpness. She was everything Aryan had expected… and more. The question was, why was she so reluctant to engage with him?
Aryan Rajvansh/ ML
** chuckled softly and leaned back on his chair**
bobaaaa
Enjoyyyyyyyyyyy 😭😭
Scent
The purr of the black Maserati faded into the distance as Aryan stepped out, his polished shoes tapping softly on the cobblestone driveway of Palazzo Bellini. The air was thick with expensive perfume and expensive secrets. Security at the gates had waved him through without question one nod from Leonard Moretti was all it took.
Inside, warm golden lights bathed the high-arched ceilings, and the murmur of elite conversations echoed like a symphony. Waiters passed through the crowd with trays of flutes and canapés. Every face wore a mask not the kind made of silk or lace, but the kind built over years of calculated smiles and half-truths.
Aryan adjusted the cuffs of his tuxedo. His presence alone demanded attention, but he didn’t care for eyes that lingered or smiles that were too wide. He scanned the room until his gaze landed on a woman descending the staircase.
She wasn’t dressed to impress. She was the impression.
Her black gown shimmered like liquid shadow, clinging to her in all the right ways. Her heels struck the marble floor like punctuation marks. She was talking to someone a man but Aryan could tell by her posture, her slight lean away, that she wasn’t interested. She was just waiting for an excuse to leave.
Alessia Romano / FL
** holding the glass of champagne**
Aryan Rajvansh/ ML
** took a glass from a passing tray **
He already knew where this night would lead. He wasn’t here to mingle. He was here to watch.
Leonard Moretti
**Appeared beside him, glass of bourbon in hand **
Leonard Moretti
She doesn’t like attention, but it follows her anyway. Remind you of someone? ❄️
Aryan Rajvansh/ ML
You are comparing me to her now?❄️ ** sips the drink and raise his eyebrow **
Leonard Moretti
No. I’m saying the two of you in the same room is either destiny or disaster. ❄️
Alessia Romano / FL
** turns her eyes towards him dark, curious, unblinking **
Alessia Romano / FL
** hands the empty glass to the worker and walks towards him **
Alessia Romano / FL
You are Moretti's shadow.❄️
Aryan Rajvansh/ ML
** raising an eyebrow** And you are the girl who likes to start conversations with accusations?❄️
Alessia Romano / FL
Not accusations just observations❄️
Aryan Rajvansh/ ML
Then you observe well ❄️
Alessia Romano / FL
** Leaned slightly closer to challenge not to invite**
Alessia Romano / FL
What do you do, Mr. Rajvansh? Aside from brooding in expensive suits and pretending not to enjoy the attention? ❄️
Aryan Rajvansh/ ML
I run companies. Make deals. Break a few ❄️
Alessia Romano / FL
Vague answers. Are you always this mysterious or just scared someone might see through you? ❄️
Aryan Rajvansh/ ML
** smiles ** Only the people I want to see through me ❄️
Their eyes locked for a moment too long. The tension wasn’t romantic. It was electric two storms studying each other, wondering who’d crack first.
Just then, the music shifted, and a small hush fell over the hall. The gala host, an older Italian duchess, clinked her glass and made a short, polite speech in Italian
Aryan used the distraction to glance at the exits. Always know your way out Moretti’s rule number one.
Alessia Romano / FL
** caught his movements**
Alessia Romano / FL
You always planning an escape❄️
Aryan Rajvansh/ ML
Old habits ❄️ ** shrugs **
Alessia Romano / FL
Or guilty conscience❄️
Aryan Rajvansh/ ML
** felt a firm hold on this shoulder **
Leonard Moretti
A word ragazzo ❄️
Ragazzo means boy or young man
Alessia Romano / FL
**Raised a brow and stepped back lips curving into a sly smile**
Alessia Romano / FL
don't worry I will be around, don't miss me too much❄️ ** leaned and whispers in his ears **
Alessia Romano / FL
** turned and walked off **
Aryan Rajvansh/ ML
** eyes lingered on her and stared at her with intense gaze **
Aryan Rajvansh/ ML
** turned back ** what is it ❄️
Leonard Moretti
Your presence tonight stirred something. Someone recognized the family ring you wear. ❄️
Aryan Rajvansh/ ML
Impossible I have never worn it in public ❄️
Leonard Moretti
You did once. Years ago. And he remembers. ❄️
Aryan Rajvansh/ ML
** jaw tightened **
Leonard Moretti
Anil Romano ❄️
Aryan Rajvansh/ ML
** eyes narrowed ** Alessia's father ❄️
Leonard Moretti
Yes, and he knows he recognized the moment he saw you ❄️
In a dim corridor away from the noise, Anil Romano stood in shadow, rolling a ring between his fingers the same crest that once belonged to his forgotten past. The same one Aryan now carried.
Anil Romano/ FL father
The crown never loses its scent... even when buried ❄️
The gala was still in full swing, but Aryan wasn’t listening to the music anymore. His mind was in the corridor where Anil Romano stood, in the echo of a sentence Matteo had just whispered.
Aryan Rajvansh/ ML
** hand curled into fist **
The weight of the past pressing hard against his rib cage. Only two people in this country knew the truth of his bloodline Moretti and now apparently Anil Romano.
Aryan Rajvansh/ ML
How long has he known ?! ❄️** tight-lipped **
Leonard Moretti
Hard to say. But he is watching you now carefully if he is smart, he won’t say a word. If he’s not… ❄️
Aryan Rajvansh/ ML
** jaw clenched ** then I will deal with it ❄️
Before Matteo could say more, a voice called from behind them.
Alessia Romano / FL
Discussing international oil trades, gentlemen? Or just sharing fashion tips? ❄️
Aryan Rajvansh/ ML
** turned with a blank face **
Alessia Romano / FL
** holding two champagne glasses give him one **
Aryan Rajvansh/ ML
** takes it **
Alessia Romano / FL
You looked like you needed something stronger but they only serve champagne to ‘polished guests’. ❄️ ** said dryly**
Aryan Rajvansh/ ML
that means you are also a polished guest ❄️
Alessia Romano / FL
It means I clean up well when I feel like it.
Alessia Romano / FL
** took a sip and tilted her head ** Your expression changed. Something I said❄️
Leonard Moretti
** gave a smooth smile ** Just business, Alessia. Nothing interesting enough for you ❄️
Alessia Romano / FL
Funny. Because the most dangerous things in life always hide behind the word ‘business.’ ❄️
She didn’t wait for a reply. Just turned back toward the ballroom. Aryan’s gaze followed her.
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