Married to My Enemy
Chapter 1: She Burned the Bed, Not the Bond
[Setting: Brando Mafia Mansion – Thunder outside, chandeliers flicker. The wedding is over. Silence now echoes where applause once did.]
[Scene: Bridal Suite – Golden walls, roses everywhere. A king-sized bed dressed in white and blood-red silk.]
Zoya (in her bridal lehenga, tearing off the jewelry):
Zoya (whispers to herself):
zoya sharma
“This isn’t a bed. It’s a prison. And I’m not here to surrender.”
zoya sharma
You took everything from me, Dominic Brando. Let’s see how you like losing something of your own.”
[She lights the match. A sharp hiss. Her eyes flash with fury.]
[She drops the match on the silk sheets. The flames erupt, golden and violent.]
[The match drops. Flames rise.]
[Scene: Dominic enters the room—he smells the smoke before he sees it.]
Dominic Brando mafia
(furious):
"Zoya!"
[His voice echoes like thunder across the marble.]
Dominic Brando mafia
(approaching, deadly calm):
"Did you just burn our fcking wedding bed?"*
zoya sharma
(arms crossed, calm as ever):
"I burned your fantasy, not mine."
Dominic Brando mafia
(dark laugh):
"You're bold for someone I spared."
zoya sharma
"Spared? You killed my family and forced a ring onto my finger. That’s not mercy, Brando. That’s rot in a suit."
[He storms toward her—fast, threatening—but stops inches from her face.]
Dominic Brando mafia
"Do you think fire scares me?
Do you think this bed mattered?
I’d fck you on the ashes if I wanted to."*
zoya sharma
"Then do it. Prove to yourself you're no better than your father."
[That hits. His eyes flicker. But he hides it with a smirk.]
Dominic Brando mafia
"You’re not afraid of me.
But you will be afraid of what happens to anyone who touches what’s mine."
[A knock at the door. Dominic’s ex-lover, Celina, calls sweetly from outside.]
celina
(mocking):
"Darling~ should I send in fresh sheets?
Looks like your virgin bride had a meltdown."
zoya sharma
(loudly, through the door):
"Tell her he won’t need a bed. He’s too busy trying to tame a wildfire."
Narrator (soft, haunting):
She burned the sheets.
But he…
He burned for her.
And this was just the beginning.
Chapter 2: Dance with the Devil’s Enemy
[Setting: Mafia Gala – Grand Brando Ballroom, next night. Velvet drapes, golden chandeliers, masks, and black suits. Everyone is watching Zoya—the girl who married the devil.]
women
“That’s Dominic Brando’s wife.”
“Didn’t she set his bed on fire last night?”
“She’s either mad… or lethal.”
[Dominic watches from the balcony above—jaw clenched, drink untouched, eyes locked on her like a sniper.]
[Enter: Rivan Moretti – Dominic’s sworn enemy. Silver suit, dangerous smile, and interest gleaming in his eyes.]
Rivan Moretti
(offering hand):
"Care to dance, Mrs. Brando?"
zoya sharma
Zoya (smiling, gaze flickering to Dominic above):
"Only if you don’t mind fire, Mr. Moretti."
[They move to the center. A tango begins—sharp, seductive, deadly. Zoya’s hand on Rivan’s chest. Her laugh cuts through the music. She spins. Twirls. Smiles.]
[Dominic’s grip on his glass tightens. It SHATTERS in his palm.]
[Scene: Dominic storms down the stairs like a wolf unleashed. The crowd parts. He reaches the dance floor—face unreadable, but his aura screams murder.]
Dominic Brando mafia
(grabs Zoya’s wrist mid-twirl):
"The hell do you think you're doing?"
zoya sharma
(innocently):
"Dancing. You didn’t ask me first, remember?"
Dominic Brando mafia
(deadly calm):
"With him? In my house?"
Rivan Moretti
(mocking smile):
"She’s not just in your house, Dom.
She’s in my arms."
[Before another word, Dominic PUNCHES Rivan square in the jaw. The music stops. Gasps. Blood splatters on the marble floor.]
Dominic Brando mafia
(low growl, pulling Zoya to him):
"Touch her again and I’ll snap your hands like twigs."
zoya sharma
(voice like silk, whispering in Dominic’s ear):
"Jealousy doesn’t suit you, husband."
Dominic Brando mafia
(gritting teeth, inches from her lips):
"I don’t get jealous.
I get violent."
[He yanks her closer in front of everyone. His hands on her waist, jaw at her neck. Eyes burning.]
Dominic Brando mafia
(possessive, low):
"You’re mine. The whole world will know what happens when someone tries to touch what’s mine."
zoya sharma
(whispers coldly):
"Then they should also know… I’m not afraid to burn again."
Narrator (closing):
She danced with the devil’s enemy.
But now the devil…
Wants her all to himself.
Chapter 3: The Cage Has a King
[Setting: Midnight. After the explosive ballroom incident. Dominic drags Zoya through the dark marble halls of the Brando estate, silence between them louder than any storm.]
zoya sharma
(struggling in his grip):
"Let go of me!"
Dominic Brando mafia
(cold, furious):
"You don’t get to dance with my enemy and smile like that.
You don’t get to make me feel like a jealous fool in my own house."
zoya sharma
(mocking, daring):
"Oh? Poor Dominic.
The devil’s afraid of being laughed at?"
[He suddenly slams the door open to a private room—dark, bare, with only a velvet chair and locked cabinets.]
Dominic Brando mafia
(slamming door shut, voice low and terrifying):
"You think this marriage is a joke?"
zoya sharma
(icy):
"I think you are."
[Dominic stalks toward her, slow and deadly. He corners her against the wall.]
Dominic Brando mafia
(growling):
"You think you’re not mine yet?
You think the world cares if you hate me?
Every man in that room saw what happens when they even look at you."
zoya sharma
(chin up):
"I will never be yours, Dominic.
Not even if you lock me in a cage."
Dominic Brando mafia
(voice sharp as a blade):
"That’s the thing, Zoya…
You’re already in one."
[He opens a drawer, reveals a diamond-studded collar — custom, engraved with her name.]
zoya sharma
(in horror):
"You’re insane."
Dominic Brando mafia
(smirking, darkly calm):
"Insane? Maybe.
But this insanity loves you in a way no sane man ever could."
[Zoya lunges forward, SLAPS him. Hard. He doesn’t flinch. He only steps closer.]
Dominic Brando mafia
(softly, possessive):
"The more you fight, the more I want you."
zoya sharma
(whispers):
"I will burn you to the ground."
Dominic Brando mafia
(leans in, whispering back):
"Then burn me, baby.
But I’ll still rise from the ashes holding your name."
[He turns and walks out, locking the door behind him — leaving her alone, the collar glinting on the velvet chair.]
Narrator (quiet, intense):
She burned his bed.
He burned her pride.
But now, the game wasn’t about fire.
It was about who would break first.
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