She was wearing Indian attire…a traditional one. The clothes hugging her body made him jealous, even though these clothes were better than him. He huffed when Nandini felt his heating gaze. Her inner confidence trembled like a leaf. She thought she could make her own place in the presence of her Mighty and Powerful yet DUMB Capo. She giggled and asked arrogantly "How am I looking?" He looked at her with desires and started to take round around her , he gave her a deep look and breath"You are the death of me, Love! If you even wear rags it also enhances your beauty. Stay and stick to my side at the Party. I don't want to paint the party red. You are true beauty and all mine!"he cautioned and she pouted tightly "You are so cheesy, Falcone. You know that. If someone hears your words may kill himself. You are perfect in killing, don't try your hands in poetry." Falcone chuckled and deeply looked at her. Nandini also stared back but found herself unable to match his stare. She shyly
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