All Chapters of Forced By The Mafia King : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Nemesis is long delayed sometimes, but it comes in the end.- Smriti Devraj Singhania**********Gayetri cried out telling him everything. That past haunts her.‘Can I meet her Abhay Baba? I missed her so much?’ She asked with a hope.‘She might not remember you at this instant. But I will meet you with her soon.’ Abhay said getting up.‘Have some tea. Also, she actually doesn’t know any of us. That monster kept her in that outhouse as some sick punishment.’ Gayetri’s words made him clench in anger.‘Sorry Bhabi now I have a lot to do. Also stay alert until you hear the news of his death.’ He said in a cold voice.‘Will you kill him Baba?’ She asked.‘I kill him only Bhabi. He attacked my son and what do you think he will sit idle. He is also planning.’ His‘Stay safe Abhay Baba. He must be planning. He is no good. His father was a good person but he. I feel ashamed that I worked for him once, he is into drug dealing, and also, I have heard he is into human trafficking or something. W

One month laterThe weight of those painful events still pressed heavily on Siya. She sat with Mrinal, her head was on Mrinal’s lap, clutching her mother’s photo, her heart a mix of sorrow and fragile peace. The pain of losing her child lingered, a constant reminder of the cruel twists of fate. She had learned that her brother Akhilesh—whom she had only seen once—was searching for her at Smriti Ma’s request. The cruel irony was that he had unintentionally caused her loss, poisoning her which led to her unborn son’s death.The sight of her child’s resting place had been unbearable, and she had sobbed into Abhimanyu’s arms. The ordeal had not ended with just this grief; she had to confront the painful truth about Smriti. Smriti had confessed to aiding Devraj’s wrongdoings, and although Siya forgave her, Smriti took her own life that very night, leaving behind a photo of Siya’s real mother as a final act of redemption.Geeta, too, had come forward with her own confession, bringing her da

Dedicated to all the women who master the art of multitasking, proving that 'actions speak louder than words.' whether in the boardroom or the kitchen.- Your Author The Cloud**********************Siya stood in the cozy kitchen of her apartment, the aroma of freshly baked bread filling the air. Netra, her bodyguard, watched from a distance while Siya’s daughter played nearby with one of the caretakers.Netra said, smiling at her, 'It’s late, Ma’am. You should be resting. Big presentation tomorrow.'Siya laughed softly as she kneaded the dough. 'I know, but baking clears my head. I’ve got the formulas for tomorrow memorized. Plus, I’ve been dying to try this new sourdough recipe.'Netra grinned. 'One day, you’ll have your own bakery. Mark my words.'Siya teased, 'And you’ll be my head of security, making sure no one steals my secret recipes.'Avishikta her 3 years old baby toddled over, holding out her hands. 'Mama! Taste?'She speaks a lot at this age.Siya wiped her hands on her ap

Siya yawned as she woke up after a good nap in the afternoon. Today was hectic, Mrinal and Devika had puja so She had to supervise the cooks and make sure everyone eats properly. Even little Avishikta has started her pre-school. Abhimanyu himself drops her and Siya picks her up. After that she also tries to help in preparation for lunch because Mrinal shooed her away. After taking bath she picked up her daughter and coming back all of them had lunch except Abhimanyu and Abhay who were in the office. Then she did some preparations for her handmade breads, checked all the necessary items for drinks and savouries.Siya got up making her hair into a messy bun.Went downstairs after splashing some water on her face.‘Tomorrow is a big day. Oh Siya you came, Archi and Netra just came. Go to the kitchen.’ Mrinal and Devika were sitting alone with some of house helps.‘Ma is it necessary to call this much people I am just opening a bakery?’‘Nothing is mere.‘It’s not the best hotel of this c

‘Chuttamalle Chuttestandi tuntari choopu Urikay undadu kaasepu’ ‘Your mischievous gaze is wrapping around me like a saree; it doesn’t stay still for a moment’ - From Mafia's Queen, Siya to her Lover, The Devil. ************* Almost 2 years later Siya smiled looking at the rush in her bakery. Currently she has two branches in Mumbai. And her bakery is not only famous but very much loved. But today she is happy because she is going to distribute her blueberry cupcakes and brownies in nearby government schools. Right now, she has two more employees except Archi and Netra. She has trained and taught them carefully by herself and now they are also experienced. ‘Siya Di we can start ABC school. Abhimanyu Sir’s men are already there.’ One of them said. ‘Ok also that one will be nearest.’ She said as they got inside the car. After it was over she felt a so happy and relaxed. And the reason of her little guilt in her heart was a recent incident. *One day Siya was closing the shop when