The wedding happened quietly.
No guests.
No celebration.
No happiness.
Just signatures… and a dangerous promise.
Now Anaya Sen officially became Mrs. Malhotra, the wife of the most feared man in the underworld — Aryan Malhotra.
Late at night…
Anaya stood on the balcony of the mansion.
The city lights of Mumbai were shining far away.
Her life had changed in just one day.
From a normal businesswoman…
To the wife of a mafia king.
She sighed softly.
"Crazy life…"
Suddenly a deep voice came from behind.
"Regretting it already?"
Anaya turned.
Aryan was standing near the door, his hands in his pockets.
She crossed her arms.
"I didn't marry you because I like you."
Aryan smirked slightly.
"I know."
"I married you because I want to stay alive," she added.
Aryan walked closer.
"And I married you because I want you alive."
For a moment, their eyes locked.
The tension between them was strange.
Not hatred.
Not love.
Something in between.
Then suddenly—
A loud alarm started ringing across the mansion.
Red security lights flashed everywhere.
Aryan's expression instantly changed.
One of his guards rushed inside.
"Boss! Emergency!"
Aryan's voice became sharp.
"What happened?"
The guard spoke quickly.
"We intercepted Viktor's communication."
The name immediately made the atmosphere colder.
"Speak," Aryan ordered.
The guard looked worried.
"Viktor has hired international assassins."
Anaya felt her heart drop.
"How many?" Aryan asked calmly.
The guard answered quietly.
"Twenty."
Silence.
Then Aryan gave a small cold smile.
"Only twenty?"
The guard nodded.
Aryan picked up his gun from the table.
"Looks like our honeymoon will be interesting."
Anaya stared at him.
"You're joking… right?"
Aryan looked back at her.
"In my world… danger is normal."
Then he added calmly,
"And now it's your world too."