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𝐘𝐄 𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐐 𝐍𝐀 𝐇𝐎 | ʀᴀᴅʜᴇ sʜʏᴀᴍ

he loved her she loved him and it wasn't enough was it?

| C H A R A C T E R S |

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆

"You can't change destiny written in your lines."

"Love always finds a way even between the stone set lines."

| W A R N I N G S |

Severe illness.

Canon divergence obviously.

Minor and Major character deaths.

Injuries.

Near death experience.

A-N-G-S-T.

| D I S C L A I M E R |

This book is a spin off to the Radhe Shyam movie. I don't own the movie or the actors or the characters except for OCs. The following work is fiction and does not relate to any place, religion or person in real life.

The rights to "Ye Ishq Na Ho" belongs to @/mahi-wayy (on tumblr).

🚫DO NOT COPY IT🚫

Constructive criticism is welcomed but no unnecessary hate will be tolerated.

- Mahi✨️

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tags : @mayakimayahai @warnermeadowsgirl @vijayasena @voidsteffy @jkdaddy01 @rambheem-is-real @allari-ammayi @mellaga-karagani @ulaganayagi @ahamasmiyodhah

𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐄 | ʙɪʟʟᴀ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : David Billa x Fem!Oc

ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ & ʀᴇǫ ʙʏ : Billa. by @warnermeadowsgirl

ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜ : 2.5k

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs : billa being billa he is so hot HELP, ranga and maya are little (LOT) doomed, mention of near death experience, medical coma, murders, gunshots, stabbing, injuries, canon typical violence, secret affair.

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ : 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 what didn't kill him just pissed her off.

ᴀ/ɴ : this was a NEED, shreya asked and boom my brain went down a spiral 😭🤚🏻

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What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

Well fuck that because what didn't kill him was pissing her off beyond imagination. This was not how their long awaited reunion was supposed to go. She was supposed to be drinking and dancing and kissing him not sitting in their bedroom looking at him as he refused to wake up.

It wasn't his fault she knew, the coma wasn't something he could've controlled but she should've known better. She should've known better than to leave him with people like Lisa and Ranjit. She never trusted Maya to begin with.

Tara should've been with him, like she always promised to be. She knew people talked shit, she didn't exist in his life for the world, Lisa was the one they considered the woman he loved but the story was a lot different than that.

As she gets up from the sofa and sits beside his coma induced form she can't help but remember the first time they met, the wild old days of the man known as David Billa. She chuckled softly at the thought, her fingers intertwining with his unresponsive ones as she thought back to first run in.

—

Being the daughter of an influential businessman had its perks but having two step brothers didn't. Tara was born to an Indian man and a Malaysian woman, choosing not to take up any surname because she had such wonderful parents but that story for another time.

She had two more brothers, barely five years younger than her from when her father remarried during his visit to India. She didn't mind it all because one her mother ran away from home when she was four thanks to her husband's alcoholic habits. Her brothers however were a major pain in the neck.

Deadset on taking over the Malaysian and the main branch of the business which she was the heir for. Their old man died by the time she hit 23, thank you alcohol she guessed.

It was then when things became harder, there was close to no such thing known as her father's will that was left behind. All three of them were at each other's throat in one way or another, she was unbeatable on the business front but her brothers played far dirtier.

Now she was no damsel in distress, never was and never will be but that day everything happened way too fast. One minute she was sitting in the cafe, waiting for her lawyers and the next bullets were being fired.

To an outsider it might have looked like some kind of gang war but she knew better, it was set up for her death disguised as a gang war.

She managed to take out two men, like she said she wasn't a princess waiting for her prince to save her, she was a queen leading a war for her throne.

But a battlefield is a tricky place, one miss and you have to say goodbye to your life. That's exactly what happened, she managed to look at the man aiming in her direction but she missed the man sneaking up on her.

She missed the bullet by a hair length, the blade ended almost two inches deep in her side.

The pain was excruciating, her white shirt was turning red really quickly and tears were blurring her vision. She screamed when the man pulled out the knife, going for another stab but this time she caught his hand, twisting his arm to have the blade end up in his chest.

She kneeled as the man fell dead on the floor, her hand desperately pressing against her bleeding side when she noticed more men.

Tara knew she had to flee, she can't fight, not in this condition. She chose the kitchen exit to make her way out, it was the start of the rush hour in the city and it was evident with how many people gave her weird looks as she stumbled past them.

She couldn't bring herself to care about them, her vision was blurry and blacking out from the corners, her right side was numb waist up and she was also slowly losing feeling in her right leg too, it was a miracle she was standing on her two feet.

Which doesn't last long, she didn't see it nor was she able to make out the sound of the horn, realising she was almost hit by a car only when it stopped not even a inch away from her knees but that was the last straw. She couldn't even look who the person was, dropping down in sync with the door of the car opening.

When she came to be, she was in hospital, hooked to machines, the lights were too bright and she still had close to no feeling in her right arm. Probably the anaesthesia.

She looked around, there was a man in all black standing at the foot of her bed, talking to the phone and her first instinct was to reach to her left grabbing a pair of scissors pushing herself to sit up, aiming for the man's neck she was just about to throw the sharp tool when a hand grabbed her wrist.

“Wow there kitten, you're gonna reopen stitches.”

Wait, how did she miss another presence in the room. She tried to push the man back but he was stronger and ended up pinning her back to the bed.

“Stop moving around, I am not going to get you treated again.”

“I didn't ask you to get me treated.”

“Well you can die all you want but do it when people don't see you hitting my car.”

She glared back in retaliation to his growl, so he was the one who was in that car. She freed her hand, groaning when it pulled at her sides, the male backed away when she stopped trying to get up.

He was tall, taller than six feet and dressed in a white jacket and pants with white shoes. Seems like a mob boss.

“You can leave now, thank you for bringing me in, I can pay the bill.”

“That is not how you sound grateful.”

She rolled her eyes but he continued before she could reply back.

“Running with a stab wound in broad daylight, attitude issues, tried to kill a man as soon as you woke from hours of unconscious state and multiple throw knife holsters found in your expensive attire. People in your life don't want you breathing do they?”

She looked back at the man now sat in the chair beside her bed, her gaze sharp enough to match his intense one.

“They really don't.”

“I know the feeling.”

He answered, his head tilting as he looked at her before extending a hand.

“Billa.”

She looks at the hand, then at his face and then back at his hand. In her life people have always wanted something from her or wanted to do more harm than good but he entered her life and the first thing he did was save her not walk out even when she was clearly a difficult stranger.

Long story short, she took the hand.

“Tara.”

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That was the day and four years later now she wasn't only the sole owner of her business but also his beloved.

Once again people argued that he was always seen with Lisa and what not but she knew better. It was pure business, a cover for their actual relationship, she was seen with a guy every now and then too.

It wasn't about who you spent weeks and months with, it was about who was the one you spent your most vulnerable moments with, who was your home, who do you come back to.

And they always came back to each other. No matter what.

So when he didn't meet her up like they planned to and didn't even leave a message or a clue as to where he was it set off alarms in her mind.

She tracked him down easily, the police were after him, luckily she found him before they could. Faking his own death wasn't new to him, he had done it before when someone tried to bomb the car they were in, way back in the first year of their relationship.

“You're too injured for taking this risk, if something happens-”

“Shh you know me? I can do this. Just don't be late in getting me out okay.”

That's exactly the dialogue they had before she helped him in getting the ACP's car. He had practise holding his breath but what was worrying was that he was injured severely and not breathing is gonna do only harm.

The emotional fool of an ACP took his sweet time with the funeral but she was thankful Billa was always on her case for working out because when he didn't wake up when he dug him out of the grund it was on her to pull him out and carry him back to the car.

She immediately called the doctor as the car engine roared to life, their home was unreachable in many senses, far safer for him then some hospital. She vaguely remembers the doctor giving her a look for having blood smudges on her clothes and skin but she made sure they did the actual work and not just judge her.

An indefinite coma was not as surprising as it should have been. No, she knew the time taken could've caused some kind of issue but this pushed the limit. Everyday it was hoping and hoping and hoping, nothing else. She was helpless here and it was pissing her off.

Not to mention the business Billa spent half his life building and keeping up was gone. It was gone just because some goodwill man who looked like her beloved said yes to the police.

She found out a few days after his accident, the phone Billa used to talk to her came online suddenly when the only man who used it was right in front of her, unmoving. It made her look into it and the stupidly obvious plan from the police came in light with a little digging.

Tara wanted to fight for his empire, she really did, he helped her get her throne she wanted to protect his fort too but he was her priority. She was too much of a coward to leave him alone and go out handling some god forsaken idiots.

She just wants him to come back to her, to wake up, to look at her like he always did, with love and hunger and a challenge. To open his mouth and make a cocky remark, to kiss her until she was bruised. She wanted the man she loved to wake up.

The God seems to have heard her because she feels the fingers twitching around her own.

She smiles as his eyes move behind the close lids before flustering open slowly as she brings his hand to her lips to press a gentle kiss to the back of it.

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Life was smooth.

That was how Ranga looked at things, he had cash for almost a lifetime, a stable income in the form of the school and college he owned and Maya as a life partner. What more would he ever need in life?

Definitely not the shock he just got.

Why was the door to his house open? Maya wasn't home and no one else had the ke- the thought died in the middle when he saw the broken lock lying by the door.

So an intruder. Great.

He stepped back, messaging Maya and pulling out the gun from behind the number of plant pots lining the porch. He will thank Maya for the idea later.

He opens the door and steps inside, the weapon held in front of him as he looks around. There was no one sight as he walked with light footsteps.

“Ranga…”

He jumps but his instincts kick in faster he turns around to point the gun at- HIMSELF!? Wait no that was not him, that was the don he acted as months back, Billa, was it? But wasn't he supposed to be dead?

“Your hands are shaking, out of practice?” The suited man said getting up from the couch and walking towards him, easily snatching the gun from him. Damn it all.

“You messed with the wrong man.”

He wants to say something back, preferably that it was not his damn plan and that he knew he was messing with the wrong man but the police forced him to do this.

“Not only ruining my business but stealing my money. Tch tch not really smart are you.”

Yeah he was dumb, Ranga was so dumb. Also can his body listen to him and actually move, this was the worst time to freeze. Fuck his life.

“Ranga what-”

“Hi.”

He forces himself to turn around when Billa looks past him to greet the female who just entered the house. He wants to smile by the way colour drains from Maya's face, at least he wasn't the only one scared.

“Uh uh, don't even think about it princess. Drop it.”

A much taller female appears behind his fiance, pressing a barrel of the gun at the back of Maya's head who drops a gun from behind her.

“Hey to you too.”

The woman said looking his way but he didn't miss the absolute hate dripping from her words. He was fucked wasn't he.

“Don't pull the trigger.”

The don speaks turning to face him again, not being able to see his eyes was really half the reason he was so scary to him. Like Ranga has no idea what's going on with his lookalike.

“Why?”

He never thought the woman could sound more hateful than she did before but he was proven wrong.

“We are dead for the world Tara, they are not and since they ruined it.”

Billa speaks, keeping a hand on his shoulder and squeezing till it hurts.

“They will be the one to make my business from scratch.”

The don grits out, taking his arm and bending it before he brings his shoulder down on his knee full force.

“Ranga-”

“Stay put.”

He can only hear the dialogue between the females as he falls to his knees, with a dislocated shoulder. Fuck that hurts a lot.

“Hurts doesn't it?”

He forces himself to look up when the man speaks, just as Maya comes to kneel beside him, her brows creased in concern as the couple looks down on them. The black suited man tsks before turning on his heel and walking out but the woman wrapped in the white gown kneels down in front of them.

“This is just the beginning sweethearts.”

She says with a poisonous smile before straightening up and following the man out, he groans in pain as he looks to his side to meet Maya's equally concerned and scared gaze.

Yup they were royally fucked.

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Adipurush is like that one cringe phase that we all look back and think “EW WTF WAS WRONG WITH YOU ?!?”

so I just opened the shared prime account on the TV and I just- I just wanna know who in this family had guts to put on adipurush. WHY IS THAT MOVIE IN CONTINUE WATCHING WTF 💀😭🤚🏻