I decided to tell them that i already i have a boyfriend . if i tell them this they will understand me at least dad will understand me but in my inerself i m affraid what if they don't . atleast i should try to protect myself . then i said to everyone, EXCUSE ME , dad i have something to tell you , I HAVE A BOYFRIEND .

BUT my dad said nothing, NOT A SINGLE WORD .then i move to the mafia king and said sir please, try to understand I LOVE HIM . i want to only marry him not anyone else.

"Sir please, i will pay you back . just leave us ,leave me with my boyfriend.

He let out a dark chuckle, gripping my chin sharply

“Boyfriend ? How cute.”

His thumb brushed near my lips—not gentle, not cruel—just enough to remind me who held the power here. His eyes darkened, sharp with intent.

“But you won’t need him anymore,” he continued calmly. “From now on… I’m the only man you answer to.”

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with deliberate slowness, watching every reaction I tried to hide.

“Try running,” he said, exhaling lazily. “I dare you.”

“I will,” I replied flatly, refusing to give him the satisfaction he wanted.

A slow smirk curved his lips. He stepped closer, towering over me, his presence pressing in from every side.

“Oh?” he asked softly. “And go where?”

His hand slid to my throat—not tightening, just resting there, a silent warning. A promise.

“Your father took my money,” he said coldly. “Now I take what’s his.”

His voice dropped lower, almost a whisper. “And trust me… you’ll forget that little boyfriend real fast.”

“Not even a chance,” I shot back. “Try me.”

He studied me for a moment, then laughed—deep, dark, amused.

“I like that attitude.”

He leaned closer, his breath warm near my ear, his voice rough with confidence.

“You’ve got fire,” he said. “It’s fun watching you fight.”I met his gaze, refusing to look away despite the fear curling in my chest.

“Let’s see,” I said quietly, “who breaks first… and who forgets who . princess"

i get angry and said "stop calling ur that nick name that disgust me."

"Fine... I'll stop the nicknames.

But the 'yours' part... that's non-negotiable."

He took a slow drag of his cigarette, studying my face for a reaction.

With no expression i said " i knew it u kind of jerk will never agree with that and its my order just like urs that u can't smoke in front of me i cannot tell the reason but you have to do it"

He let out a mocking chuckle, clearly amused by my bossy attitude. Still, after a brief pause, he flicked the cigarette away, tossing it aside with careless ease.

“Oh, princess,” he drawled, “you’re a demanding little thing, aren’t you? Fine. No smoking in front of you.”

He stepped closer, backing me against the wall once again, his eyes roaming over my face.

“Happy now?”

“Buzz off,” I snapped, my voice sharp with anger.

He tsked, clearly displeased by my tone. Pressing me harder against the wall, he said coldly, “Watch your tone, princess.”

I coughed lightly, the lingering smell of smoke burning my throat, but my voice remained firm.

“I am watching my tone,” I said. “But I don’t think you can keep doing things like this.”

He chuckled darkly, his grip on my chin not loosening one bit. His eyes roamed over my face, taking notice of my discomfort with the lingering smoke. "Ah, princess, is the big bad smoke bothering you?"

He leaned in, his body pressing against trapping me between him and the wall. He had me right where he wanted me cornered. His voice was low, mocking.

"Maybe you should learn to be a little bit less... sensitive."

In soft tone i said" m not sensitive. Just can't tolerate you"

He smirked, clearly finding my stubborn defiance amusing. His hand slid to my throat again, thumb grazing the pulse point.

"Oh, sweetheart, you sure about that? "He teased, his body still pressed against me- making it very clear he had no intention of letting me go.

"You say you can't tolerate me, but your body tells a different story when I'm this close."

With trimbleing voice "i said i never allowed any one to come this close to me that's only the reason "

He chuckled, noticing the slight tremble in my voice. He was enjoying my flustered reaction to his presence, taking pleasure in my inability to mask my emotions. His grip on my throat loosened, his hand slowly sliding down to my waist.

"Oh, princess, you can protest all you want. But those little tremors in your voice? Those flushed cheeks? They say otherwise."

He leaned in, lips brushing against my ear a low, dark whisper.

"You can't fool me... I see the effect I have on you."

His whispers made me turn on and my face is fully red lije cherry i want to hide it and said in a control myself way that "its not true...can u please stay away from me " "and okh m coming with u but i have term 1 st u will leave my dad .2nd you don't force me to do anything which i don't want to do , got it?"

He noticed the redness spreading across my face, the way my breath quickened as his words lingered in the air. He smirked, knowing full well the effect he had on me.

"Playing coy, are we, princess? Trying to hide the fact that you're getting all hot and bothered just from me standing close?"

He chuckled, his hand remaining on my waist, not breaking the intimate contact between US.

"Fine, I'll leave your dad alone for now... but make no mistake, sweetheart. You're mine now."

Now in angry voice and fully control my self i said" not really, ur appranse is nothing for me just buzz off... I need to freshnup my self give me 10 mint i will be in ur car"

He smirked, clearly entertained by my little display of bravado. He withdrew his hand, his eyes never leaving my face.

"Alright, princess. You have ten minutes. And don't even think about trying to escape."

He took a step back, leaning the wall, his gaze still locked on me.

"But I'll be right here when you get back. And we'll continue this little chat in the car."

I leave him in the down stairs and get back to my room for change my clothes after freshnup my self, i said my self in the mirror u can do this and wear a black skeart and top. putting a Peach pink lipstick make a poneetail and sprey a seductive, affective, romantic and sweet perfume. .then text my boyfriend that i will be in touch after sometime, for now don't call me. and then i leave my room and get back to the hall in front of mafia boss, and i said in a calm voice "m ready Let's get move First.

As i re-emerged from my room, he couldn't help but notice the sudden change. The perfume i applied was like an intoxicating spell, drawing him in like a magnet .his eyes darkened with desire as he inhaled the sweet scent, his body responding in ways he tried to control.

He took a moment to compose himself, his eyes raking over my new outfit with predatory intensity. He had to admit, i looked absolutely irresistible, and he was quickly losing the battle to keep his hands off on me.

"Let's go," he managed to say, his voice gruff.

Suddenly i notice his change voice but not saying anything. after that i get in he just set next to me and its a black may back car he still blushing and can't control Himself than he keep trying to talk to me i said in a calm voice" can u stop doing this"

He struggled to maintain his composure as he sat beside you in the car, his hands itching to touch my soft skin, to feel my hair between his fingers. The sight of me, looking so innocent yet so unbelievably tamnting was driving him insana.

His eyes kept drifting to my lips, my neck, my hand so - anything and everything that caught his attention. He knew he should listen to me, but the urge to touch me was overwhelming.

He managed to respond in a low, strained voice.

"Stop what he managed to respond in a low, strained voice. "Stop what princess?"

I Said in a annoying voice" touching me "

He finally snapped out of his trance, but the look in his eyes was still dark, hungry. He pulled his hand back slowly, deliberately - like he didn't want to let go.

"Annoying you now, huh?"

His voice was rough, laced with restraint and something dangerously close to need. He leaned back against the seat, crossing his arms as if trying to keep himself in check.

"Just remember... you're the one who chose this outfit."

"Just remember... you're the one who chose this outfit."

He glanced at me from under heavy lashes.

"And that perfume? That wasn't a warning shot... it was a damn war crimes."