Rudransh Singhania (MML) is the formidable Mafia King of Rajasthan, known for his ruthless tactics and unyielding power. At 35, he stands tall at 6'3, exuding an aura of dominance and control. His piercing gaze and chiseled features command respect, yet beneath his icy exterior lies a complex web of emotions-fueled by a desire for vengeance and a possessive nature that borders on obsession. His world is one of dark intrigue and luxury, where loyalty is a luxury he can ill afford. Rudransh's life is about to take a dramatic turn when he marries Gungun Verma, a union born of revenge rather than love....

Gungun Verma (MFL)is a vibrant 22-year-old college student pursuing her Master's in English. Standing at 5'1, she exudes a quiet strength and innocence that belies her sharp wit and determination. Gungun is a bookworm with a passion for romance novels, often dreaming of a love so fierce it consumes her. Her life takes a dramatic turn when she is forced into a marriage with Rudransh Singhania, the ruthless Mafia King of Rajasthan, as a replacement for her elder sister Ruchika. Despite her naivety, Gungun is not one to back down from challenges, and her fiery spirit soon clashes with Rudransh's dominant nature, igniting a storm of emotions that neither of them anticipated..

Adhiraj Singh Chauhan (Second ML) is a charismatic and intelligent individual, standing at 6'2 and aged 32. As the CEO of Chauhan Industries, he exudes confidence and authority. Adhiraj is Rudransh Singhania's closest friend and confidant, often serving as a voice of reason amidst the chaos of Rudransh's life. His calm demeanor and logical approach to problems make him a valuable ally. However, beneath his composed exterior lies a man with deep emotions, particularly when it comes to Ahana Sharma, whom he meets at a party she organizes for his company. Their encounter sparks a slow-burn romance that challenges Adhiraj's reserved nature and draws him into a world of passion and vulnerability.

Aahana Sharma (Second FL) is a vibrant and ambitious 24-year-old event manager. Standing at 5'3, she exudes confidence and a bold personality. Aahana is Gungun's childhood friend and confidant, often providing a supportive ear amidst the chaos of Gungun's life. Her path crosses with Adhiraj Singh Chauhan at a party she organizes for his company, sparking a slow-burn romance that challenges her independent nature and draws her into a world of passion and vulnerability.

Yuvaan Singh Chauhan (Third ML) is the charming younger brother of Adhiraj Singh Chauhan, standing at 6'1 and aged 28. As an MBA student, Yuvaan is ambitious and driven, yet his reserved nature often hides his deep emotions. He harbors a secret love for Anushka Singhania, Rudransh's sister, but struggles to express his feelings openly. Yuvaan's possessiveness towards Anushka is evident in his actions, though she remains unaware of his true intentions. His journey is one of self-discovery and navigating the complexities of unrequited love amidst the intricate web of relationships within his family and friends.

Anushka Singhania (Third FL) is a confident and vibrant 25-year-old woman, standing at 5'5. As Rudransh Singhania's sister, she is part of a powerful mafia family in Rajasthan. Anushka is intelligent and charismatic, often navigating the complexities of her family's world with grace. Unbeknownst to her, Yuvaan Singh Chauhan harbors deep feelings for her, adding a layer of intrigue to her life. Despite her strong personality, Anushka remains unaware of the emotions swirling around her, focusing instead on her own ambitions and desires.

Novel Trops:- Revenge × Forced Marriage × Mafia Romance × Slow burn romance × Love After Marriage × Protective and Possesive Male lead × Touch her and Die...

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The Singhania mansion stood tall and proud in the heart of Rajasthan, its golden domes glinting under the blazing sun. The sprawling estate was alive with activity as guests began to arrive for the wedding of Rudransh Singhania, the feared Mafia King of Rajasthan. The air was thick with the scent of marigolds and roses, their vibrant hues decorating every corner of the mansion. Traditional Rajasthani music echoed through the halls, blending seamlessly with the chatter and laughter of the guests.

Inside, Rudransh's mother, Ashwini Singhania, was busy overseeing final preparations. Her regal saree shimmered as she moved from one room to another, her commands sharp but laced with pride. "Make sure the mandap is perfect," she instructed a decorator. "This is not just a wedding; it's a statement."

In the living room, Rudransh's younger sister, Anushka Singhania, was seated on a plush sofa, sipping chai and teasing her older brother mercilessly. "Bhaiya," she said with a mischievous grin, "I still can't believe you're actually getting married. You've scared away half of Rajasthan's eligible women with your seriousness."

Rudransh stood by the window, his tall frame casting an imposing shadow. At 6'3, he was a man who commanded attention without uttering a word. Dressed in an intricately embroidered sherwani, his sharp features were set in a stoic expression. "Anushka," he replied coolly, his deep voice cutting through her laughter, "this marriage isn't about love or romance. It's about responsibility."

Anushka rolled her eyes dramatically. "Responsibility? Bhaiya, you're marrying Ruchika Verma -a woman who's probably more terrified of you than anything else. Try smiling for once; it won't kill you."

Before Rudransh could respond, Adhiraj Singh Chauhan entered the room. His presence was magnetic-at 6'2 with a sharp jawline and confident stride, he was every bit the CEO of Chauhan Industries and Rudransh's closest ally. "Anushka," Adhiraj said with a smirk, "leave your brother alone. He has enough on his plate without your teasing."

Anushka grinned at him but didn't relent. "Adhiraj bhaiya, you should be helping me tease him! After all, it's not every day that Rudransh Singhania ties the knot."

Rudransh turned away from the window and fixed his piercing gaze on his sister. "Enough," he said firmly. "This wedding is happening as planned. I don't need distractions."

Adhiraj raised an eyebrow but said nothing. He knew better than to argue with Rudransh when he was in one of his moods.

As the afternoon progressed, luxury cars began pulling into the driveway one after another. The Singhania family had spared no expense in hosting one of Rajasthan's grandest weddings. Guests dressed in vibrant lehengas and sherwanis stepped out onto red carpets lined with flower petals.

Ashwini greeted each guest personally, her smile warm but calculated. She knew this wedding wasn't just about Rudransh; it was about solidifying alliances and maintaining their family's dominance.

Among the arrivals was Yuvaan Singh Chauhan, Adhiraj's younger brother. At 28 and standing at 6'1, Yuvaan carried himself with charm and ease that contrasted sharply with Rudransh's intensity. He walked up to Anushka and gave her a playful wink. "Anushka," he said smoothly, "you look stunning as always."

Anushka laughed lightly but brushed off his compliment. She had no idea about Yuvaan's feelings for her-feelings he kept hidden behind his playful demeanor.

As preparations reached their peak, Anushka found another opportunity to tease her brother. She walked up to him while he adjusted his cufflinks and said mockingly, "Bhaiya, what will you do if Ruchika doesn't show up? Whom you'll have to marry instead!"

Rudransh shot her an icy glare that could silence anyone else-but not Anushka. She laughed at his expression and added, "Relax! I'm sure she'll be here... unless she decides to run away."

Adhiraj chuckled softly from across the room but quickly masked it when Rudransh turned toward him.

"I don't have time for jokes," Rudransh said sharply before walking out of the room.

As evening approached and golden lights illuminated the mansion, Rudransh stood alone on one of the balconies overlooking the estate grounds. Despite his outward calmness, there was an unease brewing within him-a feeling he couldn't quite shake.

This marriage wasn't just a union; it was a strategy-a way to secure power and maintain control over alliances that had been years in the making. But something about Ruchika unsettled him-her silence during their meetings had felt more like resistance than submission.

Rudransh clenched his fists as he stared into the distance. He didn't need love or companionship; what he needed was loyalty-and if Ruchika couldn't provide that...

His thoughts were interrupted by Ashwini calling him from inside. "Rudransh," she said firmly, "it's time."

As Rudransh descended into the grand hall where guests had gathered for the ceremony, whispers began circulating among them-Ruchika Verma was nowhere to be seen.

Ashwini approached Rudransh with concern etched across her face. "She hasn't arrived yet," she whispered urgently.

Rudransh's jaw tightened as anger surged through him. He turned to Adhiraj and said coldly, "Find out what happened."

Minutes felt like hours as tension filled the room. Finally, news arrived-Ruchika had fled with her boyfriend.

The hall erupted into chaos as whispers turned into gasps and murmurs of disbelief.

Rudransh stood at the center of it all like an immovable force amidst a storm. His fury was palpable-his pride wounded beyond repair.

Ashwini tried to calm him down but failed miserably as Rudransh declared loudly, "This wedding will happen tonight."

"But how?" Ashwini asked desperately.

Rudransh turned toward Gungun -the younger sister who had been quietly observing everything from afar-and pointed at her..

"

She will take her sister's place," Rudransh repeated, his voice like a blade slicing through the tension.

Gasps rippled through the crowd, followed by murmurs of disbelief and confusion.

Ashwini clutched her chest. "Rudransh, she's just a child-she has nothing to do with Ruchika's mistake!"

"She carries the same blood," Rudransh growled, his eyes locked on Gungun. "And someone has to pay the price."

Gungun took a trembling step back, her lips quivering. Her voice was barely above a whisper, yet it carried the weight of her entire world. "I... I can't marry you."

Her words, so soft and scared, echoed louder than any scream.

Rudransh's eyes darkened. He stalked toward her slowly, each step deliberate, dangerous. The crowd instinctively parted as if the devil himself walked among them.

"You don't get to say no," he said, his voice a deadly calm. "You'll marry me, Gungun Tonight here now..

Tears welled in her eyes, but she held her ground. "You're angry... hurt. You want revenge, not a wife. I'm not a pawn in your war."

Rudransh leaned in, his face inches from hers, his voice dropping to a whisper meant only for her. "You just became one."

Gungun's breath hitched. She looked around for help, for escape-but there was none. Not in a world ruled by men like Rudransh Singhania.

And just like that, her fate was sealed-not with love, but with fury.

Not with vows of promise... but with vows of vengeance.

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-- To be Continued..

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The hall was in chaos, guests whispering among themselves as the news of Ruchika's elopement spread. Rudransh's decision to marry Gungun instead sent shockwaves through the room. Gungun, still in disbelief, was ushered into a room to prepare for the ceremony.

Ashwini Singhania, Rudransh's mother, entered the room, her expression a mix of concern and determination. "Gungun, I know this is sudden, but you must understand the situation. Rudransh's pride has been wounded, and this marriage is crucial for our family's honor."

Gungun nodded, though her mind was racing. She had always dreamed of a romantic wedding, not a forced one. But she knew better than to defy Rudransh or his family.

As Gungun was dressed in Ruchika's wedding attire-a stunning red lehenga adorned with intricate embroidery-she couldn't help but feel like a pawn in a game she didn't fully understand.

Meanwhile, Rudransh stood at the mandap, his expression unreadable. Adhiraj stood beside him, a silent support in this chaotic moment.

The priest began the ceremony, chanting ancient mantras as Rudransh and Gungun sat facing each other. The air was thick with tension, the only sound the soft chanting and the rustling of clothes as guests shifted uncomfortably.

As the ceremony progressed, Gungun felt a sense of detachment, as if she was watching herself from afar. She had always dreamed of a love-filled marriage, not one born of revenge and obligation.

Rudransh, however, seemed resolute, his eyes fixed on Gungun with an intensity that made her shiver.

The moment of truth arrived as the priest instructed Rudransh to apply sindur (vermilion powder) to Gungun's hair parting-a symbol of their union. Rudransh's fingers brushed against Gungun's hair, sending a shiver down her spine.

As he applied the sindur, their eyes met for a brief moment. Gungun saw something there-something that looked almost like regret-but it was quickly masked by his usual stoic expression.

The couple stood up to perform the sat phere-the seven steps around the sacred fire that sealed their marriage. With each step, they made vows to each other, though Gungun's heart wasn't fully in it.

Rudransh, however, spoke his vows with conviction, his voice firm and commanding.

As they completed their seventh step, Rudransh tied the mangalsutra-a sacred necklace symbolizing their union-around Gungun's neck. The cool metal against her skin felt like a weight, a reminder of the commitment she had just made.

Gungun looked up at Rudransh, her eyes searching for something-anything-that would tell her this wasn't a mistake. But Rudransh's face was impassive, his eyes cold and distant.

As the ceremony concluded, Rudransh and Gungun exchanged vows in front of their families and guests. The words felt hollow to Gungun, but she spoke them nonetheless.

Rudransh, however, spoke his vows with a conviction that surprised her. For a moment, she wondered if there was more to this man than she initially thought.

The ceremony was followed by a grand reception, where guests congratulated the newlyweds. Gungun smiled and thanked them, all the while feeling like a stranger in her own life.

Rudransh stood beside her, his arm around her shoulders-a gesture that felt more possessive than affectionate.

As the night wore on, Gungun realized that she had entered a world where love was a luxury she couldn't afford. Her marriage to Rudransh was a transaction-a deal made in the name of honor and power.

But little did she know, this was just the beginning of a journey that would change her life forever.

The reception hall was ablaze with lights, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. Guests mingled, their colorful attire shimmering under the chandeliers, while Rudransh and Gungun stood at the center of it all. To the world, they appeared as the perfect newlyweds-Rudransh's arm draped possessively around Gungun's shoulders, her delicate frame dwarfed by his towering presence. But beneath the surface, a storm brewed.

Gungun felt suffocated. The weight of the mangalsutra around her neck and the sindur in her hair felt heavier than it should. She smiled politely as guests congratulated her, but inside, she felt like a stranger in her own life-a pawn in Rudransh's game of revenge.

Rudransh's grip on her shoulder tightened every time someone addressed her as his wife. His jaw was clenched, his eyes scanning the room with an intensity that made Gungun shiver. She could feel his anger simmering beneath his calm facade, threatening to boil over at any moment.

As the night wore on, Gungun shifted uncomfortably in her heavy lehenga. The soft tinkling of her anklets echoed in the quiet moments between conversations, a sound so delicate it seemed to mock Rudransh's turbulent emotions. Every time she moved, the gentle chime reached his ears, pulling at something deep within him-a mix of irritation and an unsettling restlessness.

Her bangles jingled softly as she adjusted her dupatta, the sound weaving through the air like a melody. Rudransh's dark eyes flicked to her wrist, watching the delicate glass bangles catch the light. The sound was maddening-a constant reminder of her presence, her innocence, and everything he couldn't control.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Rudransh leaned down and whispered harshly into her ear, "Stop moving."

Gungun froze at his tone but couldn't stop herself and said "Tb app apne kan band kr lijiye" from shifting slightly again as she tried to adjust her seat. The anklets chimed once more.

Rudransh's patience snapped.

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In one swift motion, Rudransh grabbed Gungun's wrist and pulled her out of the reception hall. The guests barely noticed as they disappeared into a side corridor; Rudransh's aura was commanding enough that no one dared question him.

Gungun stumbled as he dragged her along, her anklets jingling with every step. The sound seemed louder in the quiet hallway, each chime echoing against the marble walls.

"Rudransh," she began hesitantly, "what are you-?"

He didn't let her finish. Turning abruptly, he pushed her against the wall with a force that wasn't violent but was undeniably dominant. His hands gripped her wrists tightly as he leaned in close, his face mere inches from hers.

"That sound," he growled lowly. "It's driving me insane."

Gungun stared at him wide-eyed. "What sound?"

"Your anklets," he spat. "Your bangles. Every time you move... it won't stop."

Before she could respond, Rudransh reached down and grabbed her ankle. In one sharp motion, he broke off the anklet with his bare hands and tossed it aside. The delicate metal shattered against the floor.

Gungun gasped in shock but didn't dare move as he turned his attention to her wrists. One by one, he snapped each bangle until shards of glass littered the floor around them.

The Silence...

The silence that followed was deafening. Gungun stared at him in disbelief, tears pooling in her eyes but refusing to fall.

"You're my wife now," Rudransh said coldly, his voice low and dangerous. "You'll do as I say."

Gungun swallowed hard but managed to whisper back, "I didn't ask for this and you can't."

Rudransh's eyes darkened further at her defiance. He leaned in even closer until their noses almost touched. "Neither did I," he hissed....

she said "aap khud ko samjhte kya hai?? joh aap mujhpe apna hukum chalayenge... He replied " Tumhara pati samjhta hu khudko or behtar hoga um samjhne bhi Lg jao... Or waisa bhi tum bas ek Replacement ho toh jaida sochne ki jarurat nii tumhe... she muttered herself "Khadus admi" jab dekho nak pe gussa rhta hai inka....

For a moment, they simply stared at each other-her wide eyes filled with fear and anger; his narrowed with fury and something else she couldn't quite place.

Restless Desire...

Rudransh stepped back abruptly and ran a hand through his hair in frustration. He had never felt this way before-this restless need to control everything about her while being utterly consumed by her presence.

Gungun stood frozen against the wall, unsure whether to run or stay put. Her heart raced as she watched Rudransh pace back and forth like a caged animal.

Finally, he stopped and turned to face her again. "Go back to your room," he ordered sharply.

Gungun hesitated for a moment before nodding silently and walking away. Her bare ankles felt strange without their adornments; her wrists felt naked without their bangles.

As she disappeared down the corridor, Rudransh leaned against the wall and closed his eyes tightly. The sound of her anklets and bangles might have been gone now-but their memory lingered in his mind like an echo he couldn't escape.

The Night Ends...

Back in her room, Gungun sat on the edge of the bed and stared at herself in the mirror. The sindur in her hairline looked stark against her pale skin; the mangalsutra around her neck felt like chains binding her to a man who didn't care about her feelings.

She touched her bare wrists lightly and let out a shaky breath. This wasn't how she had imagined marriage-not even close.

Meanwhile, Rudransh sat alone in his study with a glass of whiskey in hand. He stared out into the night sky but couldn't shake the image of Gungun from his mind-her wide eyes staring up at him with equal parts fear and defiance.

For better or worse, their lives were now intertwined-and neither of them could escape what had begun tonight.

"From this night onward," Rudransh murmured to the empty room, the ice clinking softly in his glass, "you belong to me, Gungun. Whether you like it or not."

And in the silence that followed, the echo of her anklets still haunted him.

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