This is the story of a mafia leader, Abeer, a twenty five year old, cold, heartless and smart mafia king, who has the whole city of Mexico wrapped around his finger. Though most people have no idea of the existence of such a powerful Mafia group in the city, let alone all the gang wars that follow them, he is the one who controls the lives of almost all the people in the area. A flick of a finger and the person it is pointed to is dead. Abeer inherited this mafia business from all the biggest Mafias years ago, and though he wanted to do this . he had to take over the business when he was challenged by his father who left him and his mother. But being the smart person that he is, he had no problem in getting to know and in taking over the business. Infact, he is much better at it than his father, solving all the pending problems within a month of taking over. He had also managed to silence the rivals, though some fights and shootings happen here and there, once in a while. From outside, everything seemed to be going well for Abeer. He was super rich and his business was booming more and more everyday. Hundreds and thousands of women were lining up to have a chance with him, most of them unaware of his mafia roots, but we're after his wealth and fame. His family, which included only his mother who is not known by anyone, were happy about him taking over their business too. But in reality, Abeer was all alone and it didn't matter how much wealth he had, all that money would never bring him the happiness he desired, yet he had sacrificed his dream which a 11years old kid had once which turns out into a desire to have everything and have everyone under his feet. "Close your mouth, princess; you don't want a fly or my d*ck going in there now, do you?" He declares as he grabs my chin, forcing me to meet his shady eyes. "The devil doesn't come in a red cape and pointy horns, she comes as everything you've ever wished for." All Rights Reserved

Unfinished stories often need their past to make ends meet and that's how the story of Abir and Prerna moves far away from today's truth to yesterday's phantasm which is very different from the reality of their today's life.

I was sinking deep into the water, I wanted to shout. Wanted to save myself but I was neither flapping my feet nor my hands. It was as if that deep water wanted to thread me in itself, And want to take me away from the outside world and only then my lifeless hand felt a glimpse of someone, someone who wanted save me or someone who held my hand to pull me out of that deep water, that unknown hand wanted to save me from the dept of the water which was pulling me into itself. My closing eyes wanted to catch a glimpse of him, my hands wanted to hold his hands tightly but ……