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The ballroom glittered with chandeliers, laughter, and champagne. Powerful men and women from across the business world gathered, their eyes sharp with ambition, their smiles lined with calculation.

Ayesha Singh, the young CEO of Singh Group of Industries, walked into the room with confidence in her stride. She wasn’t here for small talk or the shallow pleasantries of the elite. Tonight was about business—a merger deal with her friend’s company. Nothing more, nothing less.

But destiny had a strange way of playing its cards.

Across the room, a man stood apart from the crowd. Dark eyes, sharper than steel. His presence radiated command, a kind of danger that whispered to every corner of the hall. Kartik Oberoi—the Mafia King.

He had never bowed to anyone. He had never been distracted from his throne. Until now.

The moment his gaze fell on Ayesha, the empire he carried on his shoulders seemed to vanish.

Ayesha, tipsy from one glass too many of champagne, noticed him staring. Instead of being intimidated, she broke into a mischievous smile. Stumbling slightly, she walked up to him.

“Oyee handsome munde… dance na?” she teased, her words slurred yet playful.

For the first time in years, Kartik’s lips curved into a real smile. Amused, he extended his hand and let her pull him onto the dance floor.

Ayesha laughed, grabbed his wrist, and boldly placed his hand against her waist. Before he could react, she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against his cheek.

Click!

Kartik’s hand moved fast, pulling out his phone. He snapped a selfie of them together—her lips brushing his cheek, her eyes shining with drunken mischief.

From across the room, Mahi, Ayesha’s best friend, froze in shock. Horror washed over her face as she rushed toward them.

“I-I’m really sorry, sir,” she stammered, gripping Ayesha’s arm. “Yeh thodi zyada pee chuki hai.”

“Aree chal na, Ayesha,” Mahi whispered urgently, trying to pull her away.

Kartik’s expression remained unreadable, his smile dark.

“you can take her,” he said calmly, as if granting permission.

“I’m so sorry, sir,” Mahi muttered nervously.

Turning to Ayesha, she hissed, “Pagal ladki kisi ko b kaise kiss kar sakti hai..?!”

Ayesha only giggled.

“Mahi, kisi ko b matlab ky hai? Handsome munda hai… bol, handsome munda!”

“Haan, handsome tho hai,” Mahi whispered angrily, “par shayad shareef admi tha isliye tujhe chod diya warna aj tera shoshan hojata.”

Ayesha smirked, her words bold and reckless.

“Handsome munde ke saath shoshan hona… mujhe koi problem nahi hai.”

Mahi groaned. “Bas kar, chal. Subah hosh mein aayegi tab baat karenge.”

She dragged Ayesha away, muttering curses under her breath.

But Kartik didn’t stop them.

He simply looked down at the glowing screen of his phone. The picture stared back at him—a kiss, a mark, a claim.

His lips curved into something dangerous.

“Now you belong to me, Mia Cuore,” he murmured softly.

“whether you remember me or not...jab nasha utrega, tab samajh jaogi..."