All Chapters of Forced Marriage for Revenge: Chapter 61 - Chapter 62

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How I met your mother

“Around thirty- five years ago, we were nothing but local goons. Doing petty crimes, getting the job done for big mafias and so on. But then we all got greedy except Aadi. He knew the risks involved in our line of work and we all knew once we are in, there was no way out. So he warned to not get ourselves involved in all those things but we aren’t the one to listen, like ever.We went for it for obvious reasons, of course. One, more power and two, we had nothing to lose except our lives. And believe me when I say, spending most of your life in an orphanage and then on the streets with no food and constant fear, kind of makes you lose interest in living.” Akash uncle started, reminiscing his old days.“So, you guys did it nevertheless.” I completed for him.“Yes.” Came my dad’s reply from the passenger seat.“We were on a killing spree. Committed series of murders, blasted ennumber of warehouses and so many dons’ houses. We were unhinged. I think in a span of three months or less, peop

Last Updated : 2025-03-17

Art of Losing

Forced Marriage for Revenge/Muanubrave

Ayaan POVPower and money were the lifeblood of their world, that bought respect, loyalty and ultimately, survival. For the men, who lived their whole life on streets on empty stomach had better understanding about that.They were like a double edged sword and they all were willing to wield it, no matter the cost. Those who held power were witnesses that wealth followed power, like a loyal shadow trailing its master. Every mafia man knew that to rise through the ranks, one had to be willing to do whatever it took to grasp and hold on to power.My nana, my dad, my uncles and maybe my mom and her sister knew it too. So, they did what had to be done to survive and rise above the ranks.Victory is not always about fighting till you die or till you win. No, sometimes it’s about mastering the art of losing. The greatest victories come from knowing when to surrender, when to yield. My nana, my mom and my Badi-ma had mastered that art.They knew survival was impossible on that day, if they ke

Last Updated : 2025-03-25

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