Ruthless Mafia Innocent Love

Priyank felt restless and knew he was getting too hot under his pants for a reason he didn’t want to acknowledge.

He couldn’t believe how much he wanted her. In his whole life, he had never been aroused by women, but this girl’s mere words could make him wild with desire. He felt like a beast, and he hated himself for it.

Priyank took deep breaths, trying to control himself. It wasn’t something he wanted, at least not now.

He went into his study and turned on the camera. Yes, he had cameras all over his house, except in his mom’s room.

Priyank saw Priya, at first not talking, and then making a deal with his mom not to tell him about what she had said. He whispered to himself, “How can someone be this naive?”

“She can be, and you love her for it,” his conscience replied.

Priyank smiled as he watched his mom lovingly feed Priya, making it seem like they were mother and daughter. At least for a day, it was a good distraction. She had come into his life and swept him away with her innocence, and he was loving every moment of it.

Priyank observed how content Priyank seemed with her things, and it irked him that she was so happy with his mom and not with him, driving him to the brink of insanity.

Struggling to calm himself, he sought to quiet his raging hormones, already enduring more than he could bear. The thought of how much worse it could get was absurd.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Sighing, Priyank entered the study room’s attached bathroom, shedding his clothes before stepping into the shower to contemplate the situation.

Under the cold water, he attempted to soothe his senses, but thoughts of Priya, who had undeniably occupied his mind more than necessary, persisted. Her face lingered in his mind, an undeniable presence that he couldn’t shake. He loved her with every fibre of his being, yet his anger threatened to consume him. He yearned for resolution, but the turmoil within him was unnecessary.

Priya’s influence was driving him to the brink of madness, clouding his judgement and leading him down a path he knew was wrong. It was maddening to think that things could ever be right. If she continued her behaviour, he wouldn’t be able to tolerate it. His frustration was reaching a breaking point, and he couldn’t fathom the extent of his emotions.

Everything was slipping through his fingers, his desires overpowering him. He struggled to regain control of his raging hormones, refusing to succumb to forceful actions. Despite his inner turmoil, he remained steadfast in his principles.

His conscience taunted him, highlighting his transgressions and the lack of ethical behaviour. He couldn’t deny that his anger had clouded his judgement, leaving him unable to escape the consequences.

After the cold shower, he dried himself and dressed, his eyes betraying the internal struggle he faced. Despite his inner turmoil, he looked impeccable in his fitted blue suit, his commanding presence undeniable.

Leaving the study room, he appeared refreshed and energetic, despite a restless night. He was accustomed to minimal sleep, preferring to make the most of his waking hours.

“Let’s work”,