"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. ------ 🔞 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. Let’s start this rollercoaster now. I hope you feel all the love, chaos, and intensity I poured into it. Thank you for being here.