Episode 1: The Deal of Fire and Rain
Rain was falling gently, as if tapping on the earth like a soft warning. Cold winds pushed against the windows, whispering of a coming storm. The room was dark—but Zoya's heart was darker.
"Zoya! Are you listening?"
Her mother's trembling voice echoed in her ears, but Zoya's mind was far away.
"Zoya, my child… this marriage isn't ordinary. He is the Mafia King… Sardar Ilyas Khan!"
That name made Zoya's heart stop. Since childhood, she had heard of this man—a symbol of fear, power, and death. A man whose gaze could make enemies tremble.
"So now… my life will be decided by a killer?"
Zoya asked in a cold voice.
"To save your father's life… only you can pull us out of this deadly deal," her mother replied, tears falling down her face.
Zoya had only two choices:
Marry Ilyas Khan
lose her father forever
Three Days Later
In a grand, yet strange mansion, the wedding ceremony was taking place. Ilyas Khan stood tall, face half-covered, wearing a black sherwani. His eyes weren't filled with rage but with an odd intensity.
"Do you accept?"
The question echoed across the massive hall.
Zoya closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and answered:
"I do.
After the wedding
"Did you marry me by choice? Or were you forced?"
Ilyas Khan's voice was deep, serious.
"What difference does it make now? I'm in your prison, aren't I?"
"Prison?"
A faint smile played on Ilyas's lips.
"You don't know yet, Zoya. A Mafia King's wife isn't a prisoner she's a queen. But only if she has the strength to sit on the throne."
That Night
Zoya sat alone in a grand bedroom. Thunder rolled outside, and fear stormed within. The door creaked open
Ilyas Khan walked in, holding a cup of coffee.
"Here, you won't be able to sleep otherwise."
His voice was calm, but his eyes still held a storm.
Zoya took the cup with trembling hands.
"I'm scared of you..."
Ilyas stepped closer and softly said:
"And I... am scared of falling in love with you."
Those words shook Zoya. She never thought this dangerous man even knew what love was.
The Past
The title Mafia King wasn't just power it was pain. Ilyas Khan lost his mother as a child, framed and killed by a corrupt officer. Since that day, he swore to take revenge.
He entered the world of crime not just for power but for justice.
"And now you're my wife, Zoya. You'll have to stand with me in this war."
"Me? I'm just an ordinary girl How can I stand by your side?"
"Ordinary girls don't impress me. But fearless ones? They do."
Danger Rises
Only two days after the wedding, Ilyas's enemies tried to kidnap Zoya. But they had forgotten
she wasn't just his wife.
She was his weakness… and his greatest strength.
Ilyas went after her alone, breaking into the enemy's base to rescue her.
Bullets rained. Screams filled the air. Amid the chaos, only one voice echoed:
"If anything happens to you, Zoya... I'll burn everything to the ground!"
The First Touch
Late that night, Zoya heard him enter her room.
"You're safe now," he said softly, brushing her hair aside.
He placed a light kiss on her forehead.
"This life… this fight is ours now."
Tears filled Zoya's eyes
not from fear or pain,
but from something new
something peaceful.
Maybe this is what real love is
the kind that grows in the middle of danger.
The room was completely silent. Only the sound of heartbeats and soft breaths could be heard.
Zoya's eyes were filled with fear and confusion, while Ilyas Khan's face was like a sculpture serious and unreadable.
"You are now my wife. You don't need to be afraid of me anymore."
Ilyas's voice was heavy, but gentle. Like he was trying to give her comfort.
Zoya lowered her eyes. He"Where there is love, danger often lurks. Episode 3 isn't just about romance—it's filled with the kind of thrill that takes the story to the next level. Get ready, this is just the beginning!"r eyelashes were trembling, lips shivering, but she said nothing.
Ilyas softly lifted her chin, raising her face to look at him.
"Zoya, I know everything happened too fast. But I did what I had to… only to protect you."
Tears welled up in Zoya's eyes.
"What gave you the right to decide my life?"
Ilyas looked at her for a moment, then calmly said,
"When a woman ends up on a mafia's enemy list, I make every decision before the enemy's bullet can."
His words sent a chill through Zoya.
She wanted the truth, but she didn't feel ready to face it.
That night, Zoya curled up in one corner of the bed, while Ilyas lay on the other side.
A sea of silence stretched between them.
But that silence had its own strange pull.
"Do you hate me?"
Ilyas's voice broke the quiet.
Zoya turned to look at him, surprised.
"I don't even know you. So how can I love or hate you?"
Ilyas smiled a rare, faint smile that barely touched his lips.
"Then allow me to let you know me."
Zoya didn't respond. But her silence wasn't a "no" either.
Ilyas slowly sat up and moved closer. Zoya's breath grew quicker.
She stepped back instinctively until her back met the wall.
"Don't be afraid," Ilyas whispered.
"I won't touch you unless your heart allows it."
Zoya closed her eyes for a moment
as if she was trying to listen to her own heart.
"Are you coming close to me as a husband…
or as a mafia king who thinks he owns me?"
Her voice shook slightly.
Ilyas's face turned serious.
"You are the queen of my heart, Zoya.
I will give you respect never force."
For the first time, a soft light appeared in Zoya's eyes.
It was as if a prisoner had caught a glimpse of freedom.
By morning, sunlight had filled the room.
Zoya woke up to find herself alone on the bed.
On the table, there was breakfast—and a note.
"I'll be out for a while. Rest well.
Your husband, Ilyas Khan."
Zoya picked up the note, and for the first time
a slight smile appeared on her lips.
But that peaceful moment ended with a sudden, loud knock at the door.
Zoya opened it to find a woman standing outside.
There was fire in her eyes and sarcasm in her tone.
"So, you're the girl who turned Ilyas Khan into her puppet?"
Zoya looked at her, shocked.
"And you are?"
The woman stepped closer.
"I'm the one who was close to Ilyas Khan for years.
And you… stole everything in just one day."
Zoya's heart began to race.
"Please… I think you should leave."
The woman laughed coldly.
"Leave? The game has just begun, 'Mrs. Khan.'
Let's see how long you last in his world."
When Ilyas returned, he saw fear on Zoya's face.
"What happened?"
Zoya looked away.
"Nothing."
Ilyas gently lifted her chin.
"Zoya, only the truth. Always."
Zoya told him everything.
Ilyas's face darkened.
"No one can harm you while I'm alive.
That woman is my past.
You are my present and my future."
Zoya's eyes filled with tears
but not of fear.
These were tears that came from deep inside.
Tears born from a soft touch of love.
Ilyas pulled her gently into his arms.
And for the first time, Zoya felt peace resting against his chest.
Far away, danger still circled them.
But in this moment it was just the two of them.
Silent. Close. Together.
The rain still showed no signs of stopping. Zoya's eyes remained fixed on the door where Ilyas Khan had walked out just moments ago. Her heart was torn in confusion.
"Did I do something wrong? Or is he just too heartless?" Zoya wondered silently.
But the very next moment, the door burst open with a loud thud.
Ilyas Khan was back.
But this time… he wasn't alone.
Three tall, broad-shouldered men followed behind him. Guns in their hands. Terror in their eyes.
"Wh-who are they?" Zoya stepped back, terrified.
Ilyas's voice was cold, calm. "Meet them... my enemies. Or perhaps now, your protectors."
"What do you mean?" Her voice trembled.
"I thought you were just an ordinary girl, Zoya But your father's connections have made you a target. You're now on the enemy's radar because you're my wife."
Zoya's face turned pale.
"What have I ever done to anyone?" she cried.
"You did nothing… but being my wife means danger is no longer a choice. It's a reality."
Suddenly, lightning flashed, and a shadow leapt in through the window.
Gunshots exploded in the air.
Chaos erupted.
Zoya fell to the floor, panic flooding her senses. Ilyas lunged and pulled her behind a couch.
"Down! Stay low!" he shouted.
More masked men stormed in through the windows, but Ilyas's men were already firing back.
"What kind of world is this? Where have I ended up?" Zoya's mind was spinning.
A masked man lunged toward her, but Ilyas struck him down with the butt of his gun.
"I told you—I won't let anything happen to you!" His voice burned with fury.
But in his eyes… there was something else too. Not just duty. Something deeper. Fiercer.
When the gunfire finally stopped, Ilyas helped Zoya up and led her to the bedroom.
"What was that?" she asked, tears streaming down her face.
"This is my world, Zoya. And now... it's yours too."
Zoya didn't respond.
Her breaths were ragged, her body trembling as she leaned into Ilyas's chest.
Gently, he cupped her face.
"You were brave today, Zoya. You proved your strength."
" I was just so scared," she whispered.
Ilyas pulled her a little closer. His voice low near her lips, "Fear doesn't belong to you anymore. You're the wife of a Khan. And a Khan's wife is never weak."
The moment deepened.
Fear. Emotion. Desire — all tangled together.
He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, and for that one instant… time stood still.
A little later
"We need to leave this place," Ilyas said, his tone serious. "It's not safe anymore."
"Where will we go?"
"To one of my secure hideouts."
Zoya said nothing just nodded.
The car ride was silent, but inside their hearts, storms brewed.
"Am I… falling for him?" Zoya thought.
Ilyas glanced at her, as if he had heard her thoughts.
At the hideout
Nestled in the mountains, surrounded by lush greenery, the secluded villa looked like a dream.
"We'll stay here for a few days," Ilyas said.
"This place… looks like paradise."
"Paradise stays paradise… until enemies turn it into hell."
Zoya laughed nervously. "You do scare me sometimes, Mr. Khan."
Ilyas chuckled. "And you, Mrs. Khan, win hearts when you smile."
That night
The mountain air had turned chilly. Wrapped in a blanket, Zoya couldn't sleep. Suddenly, the door opened Ilyas walked in.
"You're awake?"
"Yes couldn't sleep."
"Neither could I… not without you."
Those words struck deep in Zoya's heart.
Ilyas slowly came closer, took her hand, and whispered, "I don't know where we're going… but with you, every path feels easier."
For the first time, without fear, Zoya rested her head on his shoulder.
"Then don't ever let me go… ever."
"I'll protect you with my life. That's a promise."
Their moment was fragile, filled with warmth.
But then— a loud knock shattered the silence.
"Sir! The enemy's found our location!"
Ilyas looked at Zoya.
"This war... is far from over."