Ruthless Mafia Innocent Love

The car came to a halt in front of a magnificent mansion. Priyank stepped out of the vehicle and swiftly made his way to Priya’s side, lifting her up in a tender, bridal embrace. Priya, still shaken by the events that had transpired in the car and the harshness of Priyank’s words, made her remain silent, not daring to utter a word.

Priyank carried Priya into the grand mansion, where the sight of him carrying her like a princess left the servants in awe and disbelief. Without saying a word, Priyank proceeded to his room, gently placing Priya on the bed. He retrieved a first aid kit from the cupboard and sat down beside her.

“Give me your leg,” Priyank said softly, “I’m going to dress your knees.”

“No, I don’t want you to.”

Upon hearing her response, anger welled up within Priyank, but he firmly took hold of Priya’s leg and began dressing her injured knee. Once he finished, he spoke to her in a menacing tone, “Never think of defying me, angel. If I can tend to your injuries, I can also inflict them upon you. Now, tend to my hand.”

“No! I won’t tend to your injury. You hurt my knee when you pressed on my already injured leg, and now you expect me to treat your wound? No, I won’t do it. My mother always told me not to tend to those who hurt me. Although I did tend to your hand before, I won’t do it now,”Priya’s face shows shock, seeing the injury and unbandaged hand, which she clearly bandaged yesterday.

“Angel, it seems you need to be punished. How dare you speak against me? Priyank’s anger flared at her words, and he threatened.

“Why should I be punished? You’re not my principal.”

Fear gripped Priya as she looked at Priyank.

Priyank took deep breaths, struggling to contain his anger, and said, “So, you refuse to do as I ask.”

Priya remained silent, further fueling Priyank’s anger. He grabbed her by the hair with his injured hand, pulling her closer to him, “Tsk… Tsk… Angel, you’ve made a mistake, or should I say, committed a crime. Every criminal deserves punishment. Tell me, what punishment do you want?”

“I’m not a criminal. You’re the one who killed my dog.”

“Yes, I am a criminal,” Priyank smirked, “Don’t worry, I’ll also kill your mother, and all the children at the orphanage.”

Priya’s tears started to flow as she struggled against Priyank’s grip. He tightened his hold on her hair, bringing her closer until their breaths mingled. In his thoughts, he believed, “From now on, the air you breathe, my angel, will belong to me alone.”

Priya cried out in pain, begging, “Please, let me go.”

Priyank snapped out of his thoughts and demanded, “How about apologising to me for your misbehaviour? I can forgive you; it was your first mistake.”

With tear-filled eyes, Priya looked into Priyank’s eyes and replied, “No, I won’t apologise. My mother always taught me that if I haven’t done anything wrong, I should never say sorry.”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Priyank’s anger intensified, and he slapped her across the face, causing blood to trickle from Priya’s lips. She cried even harder, and then Priyank forcefully kissed her already injured lips.

Priya writhed in pain, struggling to breathe. It was her first time being kissed, and she felt overwhelmed. However, Priyank didn’t release her lips. It was also his first time, but he was too consumed by his desire for her to pay attention to anything else. He forcefully pulled her hair, causing her mouth to open, and he invaded her mouth with his tongue, sucking on the blood that flowed from her lips.

After some time, he finally let her go. Priya coughed, her lips stinging from the prolonged kiss. Priyank made her sit on his lap, cooing at her like a baby. As he observed her swollen lips, a result of his dominant kiss, he felt a sense of satisfaction, as if he now possessed complete control over her.

But soon, Priya began coughing more intensely, and she fainted in Priyank’s arms. Panicked, he laid her gently on the bed and immediately called for a doctor. As he sat beside her, gently caressing her cheek, he whispered, “Why must you make me angry, angel? Can’t you understand that I can’t tolerate anyone who defies me? Look what you’ve made me do. I had to slap you, leaving my fingerprints on your beautiful face. But they suit you. Beautiful”.

“Knock.. Knock “,