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- Parts 10
"Behen hai meri," Avyan growled, stepping into the dim basement light, his hand resting heavy on his waist gun. "Don't play with her, Zayn."
Zayn didn't even turn his head. His dark, suffocating gaze stayed fixed on the empty doorway where she had just vanished, her soft floral scent still lingering in the cold, damp air.
"Play?" Zayn murmured, his low voice cutting through the silence like a sharp blade as a dangerous smirk touched his lips. "She just walked straight into my territory and anything that steps inside my empire stays mine."
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Zayn Mehrotra commands the single largest throne in the global underworld, ruling his mafia empire with absolute cold authority.
Haya Rajput is naive, sheltered, and entirely innocent. She never expected to stumble straight into the sights of an predator.
She thought she was escaping the darkness, but she was trapped in his Broken Destiny.