— Mafia Kings don’t fall... until someone makes them.

Author’s POV

Some connections don’t ask for permission. They just happen — loud, messy, chaotic... and irreversible.

For Sagar Prabhakar, Sirajpur’s most feared mafia king, Avantika wasn’t just a girl.

She was the first challenge his ego had ever faced.

📍Scene: Sagar’s Penthouse — Midnight

The night was unusually silent, but Sagar’s mind wasn’t. His fingers tapped restlessly on the armrest of his leather chair. The city lights flickered against the massive glass walls, but his gaze? Lost.

"Kya ho raha hai mujhe...?" he muttered, jaw tightening.

No woman ever dared to speak to him like that. Not without trembling. Not without sugar-coating their words. Not without a fake smile hoping to win his favor.

But her?

“She... didn’t even care who I was.”

He stood abruptly, pacing like a lion in a cage.

⚡ Sagar’s Mind — Full War Mode:

Sagar’s Brain (Sagar):

"Bhai... yeh kya ho raha hai tujhe? Ek random ladki ke liye dimag kharaab kar raha hai?"

Sagar’s Heart (Sagar):

"Random? Jisne tujhe aise sunaaya, woh random? Na charm pe fida hui... na status pe... aur attitude mein tujhe hi hara diya!"

Sagar (grits teeth):

"Haan... attitude toh tha usmein. Par ajeeb tha... accha laga... aur irritating bhi."

Sagar's Heart:

"Maan le... tu impress hogaya hai. Pehli baar kisi ladki ne tujhe insan samjha... king nahi."

Sagar's Brain:

"Toh kya karun main ab? Bhool jaun?"

Sagar (snorts):

"Haan haan... waise hi jaise whiskey se addiction chhod deta hai koi."

Sagar dragged a hand through his hair. His reflection stared back at him through the glass — jaw clenched, eyes dark, confused... obsessed.

"Nahi... yeh waise nahi khatam hoga. Mujhe pata lagana hi padega... kaun hai yeh Avantika?"

⚡ Scene Shift — Next Morning | Sagar’s Office

Aman, Sagar’s right-hand man, entered holding his tablet.

Sagar (sternly):

"Kal bazaar mein jo ladki thi... uska naam, background, address... sab chahiye."

Aman (blinks):

"Boss... itni urgency pehli baar dekh raha hoon. Kya... kya kar diya us ladki ne?"

Sagar’s lips curved into a smirk.

"Ajeeb hai na? Jo chipakti hain unmein interest nahi... aur jo muh pe bolti hai, wahi dil mein ghus gayi."

Aman (half teasing):

"Aur Boss... woh bhi bina permission ke."

Sagar chuckled darkly.

"Exactly."

📍Scene Shift — Avantika’s NGO Office

Avantika sat cross-legged on her chair, sorting donation receipts. Her phone buzzed, a reminder for the grocery order.

"Uff... kal ka scene kya tha..." she sighed, shaking her head.

"Woh banda... kitna arrogant... par thoda... thoda handsome bhi tha. Aree nahi nahi! Kya soch rahi ho tu!" She shook her head rapidly, slapping her own forehead.

"Pagal hai tu Avantika. Don’t even go there."

But her heartbeat betrayed her.

📍Scene Shift — Sagar’s Office | Evening

Aman walked in holding a brown file.

"Boss... kaam hogaya."

Sagar straightened, sharp gaze snapping to him.

"Bol."

Aman:

"Naam: Avantika Samar Prabhakar. Umra: 23. Occupation: Runs an NGO. Parents passed away in an accident 2 years ago. Property owner. Independent. No boyfriend. No engagement. Full single. Aur ek baat... ladki ka character report clean hai. Bilkul scandal free."

Sagar’s lips parted into a slow, dangerous smile. His fingers traced her name on the file like it was gold.

"Avantika Samar Prabhakar... hmm... naam bhi perfect hai."

His voice dipped darker.

"Ek hi baar nazar mili... aur dil ka connection set hogaya."

He flipped to her photo — candid, taken outside her NGO. Her soft smile. Her focused eyes.

"Yeh ladki... khud nahi jaanti... ab yeh meri kahani ka hissa ban gayi hai."

🩸 Internal Monologue — Mafia Mode Activated:

"Aaj tak duniya ne mujhe chase kiya hai. Pehli baar main kisi ko chase kar raha hoon."

"Aur jab main kisi cheez pe nazar daal doon... toh woh kisi aur ki ho hi nahi sakti."

He stood up, hands tucked into pockets, looking out of his giant window.

"Game starts now... Miss Avantika Samar. Let’s see kitna bhaag sakti ho tum mujhse."