"Maa aye the."

Those three cursed words did the soon to be bride no good. She was panicking and swearing profusely when the lady's name was mentioned.
Y/mother/n, everyone in the state knew her, as she was the Lady Don of the state who emerged from the bottom by revenge.

Revenge against her own sister-in-law.

Initially, papa was a very good man with a decent paying job, but what he didn't know was his family supported a lot of mafia gangs through money matters and eventually became one.

Not to boast but the best one.

And when amma (mom), entered the house through an arranged marriage with papa, she knew she wasn't safe enough.

The lady don and the most influential mafia family...didn't go too well.

But as you all are familiar with this, amma and papa had a harsh love story and then they had me.

I don't exactly remember how they split but they just are separated. That gave my amma an opportunity to rise higher and higher up the limitless sky.
I admire her in a way, and she respects my decisions to not enter the gore underworld. I'm grateful to her for being very understanding and letting me be as independent as I am toady.

Now, back to the present scenario, Jungkook and Jimin are pressing the alcohol on his clean skin after his shower and I lay in the bed on Y/bff/n's lap.

My head spins around as I take in the exquisite sight in front of me.

Taehyung is a mixture of being hot and cute.

His face is like a sher, the fiercest little tiger who can kill women with his one handsome killer look. And then there's that small, cute layer of sack which protrudes from his otherwise flat stomach.

I giggle to myself, catching many people's attention.

"Kya hua?" Y/bff/n asks but my gaze is fixated on the ghost of a smirk which is decorated on my boyfriend's handsome features.

"Kuch nahi..." I answer in a slow voice and keep staring at him. Slowly, like in the movies, the world apart from him fades away and I could only seem to look at him...only him.

Before my mind begins to transcend into the Dreamlands, Jungkook clears his throat and sends a signal accompanied with a smirk to his dulhan.

"Right..." I hear her say and get confused as to why everyone is leaving the room. I don't apparently find my voice to question my thoughts, but I'm left all alone in the sher's harsh gaze which makes me blush profusely.

"They're all gone..." he points out the obvious.

I'm in a spell. My body moves on its own and I find myself in front of him, sitting on the carpet and taking the alcohol dripping cotton bud to tend to his wounds.

His gaze is scrutinizing...

That makes me gulp with a loud sound, me being obviously nervous and a little bit anxious.

"You're so khubsoorat baby girl..." My breath hitches at how deep his voice is right next to my sensitive ear. His hot breath draws goosebumps on my skin and I shudder, making him chuckle sexily.

It sounds better than p0rn...

"Hmm...You smell so damn nice, Y/n..." I am potentially lost in my own world to react to anything he says.

But his next words makes me feel ecstatic already...

"Can I please have a head...?"