Ruthless Mafia Innocent Love

Priyank doesn’t want to overwhelm her with the fact that he literally has the details about her before he even gets his hands on her.

From the orphanage to every detail, but that detail now seems somewhat lacking.

The way Priya experiences episodes and displays different traits, along with her few likes not mentioned in the file he acquired.

He needs to confront his assistant to demonstrate how incomplete information can lead to dire consequences.

“You’re right. I don’t know a lot of things about you, but perhaps I can learn them eventually, as we spend more time together. I’ll get to know you better over time,” Priyank says with a radiant smile.

Priya feels like she’s lost in his smile.

She’s never seen him smile like this before, especially at the beach, where his expressions appear softer, and his smile gives him a pleasant look.

“That’s correct. You don’t know everything. I’m not even sure if I want to spend more time with you. I’m only here because I don’t want Mother Mary to see my injuries,” Priya remarks, averting her gaze from him.

Not wanting to dwell further, as she’s exhausted from pondering what’s wrong with him and why he’s so insistent.

Why did he kidnap her twice and engage in intimate acts, only to now act like a friend?

Why does he even want to know her? She never wanted to know him, not in this lifetime.

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She doesn’t understand why he resorts to violence or why he doesn’t fit into her plans at all.

His sudden softness doesn’t suit him, and she dislikes his anger outbursts.

Using his hands on her and beating her is shameful. As a man, raising a hand to a woman is incomprehensible.

She needs time to process everything, and he simply doesn’t fit into the equation. It’s as simple as that.

His sudden shift to a softer demeanor doesn’t sit well with her, nor do his occasional outbursts of anger. Using physical force against her is unacceptable, and she can’t understand why he resorts to violence.

As Priya grapples with these conflicting thoughts, she realizes that Priyank’s behavior raises more questions than answers. And deep down, she knows she can’t trust him, no matter how hard he tries to portray himself as a friend.

He and she can never be friends, and she’s certain about this fact, even if she can’t trust other things.

“Priya, I don’t think you can just walk away from me. You’re mine now. How about you drop this idea of leaving, or else I can’t guarantee how I might react,” Priyank threatened, his tone lacking the usual anger but his demeanor speaking volumes.

His eyes and expressions made it clear how serious he was.

Priya’s heart raced at the mention of him not letting her go.

Did he manipulate her into staying at his penthouse?

Under the guise of concern for her recovery before meeting Mary, was it all just a ploy to keep her?

“You lied to me?” Priya’s voice trembled, her calm demeanor slipping away.

“What lie? I never lied. I’m not saying you can’t leave my penthouse; I’m just saying you can’t leave my life,” Priyank stated truthfully.

Despite his desire to comfort her, he refrained from touching her, not wanting to exacerbate her anxiety.

“What am I to you? You kidnapped me. You’ve done much worse to me. What am I to you?” Priya’s questions caught Priyank off guard.

In his life, what is Priya? She is his entire world now.

As for the worse things he’s done to her, he knows he’s capable of much worse.

He would spend his entire life as a kidnapper if it meant keeping her by his side.

“You are everything to me, Angel, even the things I never wanted in my life. You mean everything to me,” Priyank spoke with an unexpected surge of emotions, feelings he never imagined he’d experience.

The only thing he despised more than women was love itself. Yet, here he was, falling into love with her, something he never wanted.

Now that he had it, he couldn’t bear to let her slip away. Not in this lifetime. She wouldn’t escape him, not now.

“What?” Priya’s expression shifted to one of confusion as she looked at him.

She could hear the emotions in his words, but she couldn’t fathom why he considered her his everything. It was unsettling, almost threatening to her sense of freedom.

“I love you . Maybe .”

As Priya listened to Priyank’s heartfelt confession, a mix of emotions washed over her. Confusion, fear, and a hint of vulnerability danced in her eyes as she tried to make sense of his words.

She couldn’t understand how she, a mere captive in his eyes, could mean everything to him. It felt surreal, almost like a cruel joke.

“Priyank, I… I don’t know what to say,” Priya stuttered, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

“Don’t say anything, because no matter what you say, I am not leaving you at all,” Priyank with determination stated.

“Please, just let me go,” she pleaded softly, her heart heavy with the weight of his unexpected confession.

“I already said I’m not letting you go, and did you even hear me? I said I fucking love you,” Priyank’s voice rose, struggling to maintain control.

He didn’t understand why he was confessing, considering he knew nothing about love or this strange feeling consuming him.

But labelling it as love seemed simpler than making it more complex.

In reality, he was obsessed with her, consumed by a desire to possess and protect her from the world.

He wanted her to see him, to hear him, to breathe and die with him.

He longed to clip her wings, shielding her innocent self from the world, preventing anyone from witnessing the bold episodes Priya experienced.

It was a feeling beyond love, tainted and impure, just like him.

The feeling that she’s never going to understand, he knows it very well.

Because who will even agree to have these types of things?

But he wants her, and that’s for sure why he wants her to accept all the worse he has.

Even if she can’t, then he is going to make sure he keeps her to himself, so she just never thinks about anything else.

“This isn’t love. It can never be love at all.”