'Looking so good should be crime, no wonder why he is criminal'.
Shivaleeka Singhania
An Indian girl who is forced to marry someone she doesn't know. 5 overprotective Mariano brothers who can do anything for her and vise versa
Alexander Knight
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I couldn't shake the feeling that I was in a dangerous situation.
I found myself consumed by nervousness as he said about meet his family. The anxiety twisted my insides, knowing I was being forced into this marriage. Everything felt like a cruel twist of fate. But to my surprise, the woman standing before me, his mother, was Rose—the very same woman I had met briefly on a plane. The memory of our pleasant conversation brought a flicker of comfort amidst the chaos of the situation. Her friendly demeanor made me question how someone like Alexander, A Powerful Mafia Boss, could be her son.
As we soared through the sky in his luxurious private jet, heading back to Italy, my mind couldn't help but drift back to the simplicity of my life in India. Memories of vibrant street markets, the comforting aroma of spices, and the warmth of close-knit communities flooded my thoughts. The stark contrast between the opulence surrounding me and the modesty of my upbringing became even more pronounced.
In India, life had been about simple pleasures—sharing homemade meals with my mum, finding joy in the small moments, and appreciating the beauty of everyday life. I missed the familiar hustle and bustle of the streets, the vibrant colors that painted every corner, and the sense of belonging within my community.
Now, surrounded by luxury and extravagance, I couldn't help but feel a sense of disconnection from the life I once knew. The polished surfaces, the delicate crystal glasses, and the plush leather seats all felt foreign and intimidating. I longed for the comforting familiarity of my humble surroundings, where genuine connections were built on shared experiences and genuine kindness.
In this extravagant world, where wealth and power dictated the rules, I yearned for the simplicity of heartfelt conversations, genuine smiles, and the feeling of being truly seen and understood. The pace of life seemed different here, filled with constant movement and high-stakes decisions, whereas I had always cherished the slower, more meaningful moments that India offered.
"So, Lee, do you remember this place where we first met?" Rose, his mother asked, her voice carrying a mix of curiosity and nostalgia. Memories flooded back as her question lingered in the air. How could I forget that pivotal moment, where a stranger had witnessed me pathetically crying over a love I had never experienced until I met them.
"Of course, I did, Mrs. Knight." I replied, my voice laced with a hint of apprehension. However, Rose's warm smile instantly melted away any tension.
"Oh, drop the formality, call me Rose." she insisted, her eyes filled with genuine affection. I was not surprised by her words but my Indian upbringing had taught me to address elders with utmost respect.
Respectfully, I spoke up, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Knight, but it is considered highly disrespectful in our culture to address elders by their name. We hold a deep reverence for our elders and address them with appropriate honorifics."
Rose paused for a moment, understanding flickering across her face. She then reached out, gently placing her hand on mine. "Then call me Mom or Mamma," she suggested, her voice tender and filled with maternal warmth.
