"I want to run from the city I once dreamed of living in... all because of a man.
A man who’s a mafia lord. A CEO.
And my obsessive stalker.
I know I can't escape from reality. And in reality he has all the ability to find me from anywhere."
– Tiara
"She is mine. She just doesn’t know it yet.
She owns the heart of a mafia — I saw her , fall for her and even wait for her to grow up. So after everything if I have to cage her to keep her, I will."
– Rudraveer
She’s a sweet, bubbly Bengali artist.
He’s a cold, possessive Punjabi mafia lord.
She dreams in colors. He moves in shadows.
She wants freedom. He wants her — only her.
Two opposite worlds.
One dangerous obsession.
And a love story twisted with power, passion, and pain.
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💌 Author’s Note ~
Hey cuties!! 🩷
Welcome to my first ever story, and I’m so excited (and nervous) to finally share it!
So a few things before we start:
I’m a proud Bengali girl — and while scrolling through Wattpad, I noticed something.
There are barely any stories with Bengali main characters!
And I thought… why not create one myself?
That’s how Tiara Mukherjee was born — a sweet, dreamy, emotional Bengali nari (basically, she’s a lot like me hehe).
And our male lead? Rudraveer Singh — a grumpy, possessive Punjabi Munda, because I adore their language and vibes (even though I don’t speak Punjabi 🥲).
🔞 A small warning:
This story may contain mature themes, strong language, and smut. So if that makes you uncomfortable, feel free to skip it — no hard feelings.
Also, Rudraveer can act like a psychopath sometimes. Yes, he’s dangerous. Yes, there’s violence. But there will be reasons for everything, I promise.
You might see some dialogues in Bengali, Punjabi, or Hindi.
And lastly, English is not my first language, so grammar mistakes may happen. But instead of bashing, kindly correct me in the comments — I’m always learning. 🥹💗
Let’s start this rollercoaster now. I hope you feel all the love, chaos, and intensi
ty I poured into it.
Thank you for being here.
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