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MISHIKA'S POV :

I walked outside and saw Fufa ji waiting for me.

I walked toward him quietly, and stood right in front of him.
His eyes didn't hold anything — not anger, not concern, not even a trace of familiarity.

"Car ke andar baith," he said, his tone cold and distant.
(Sit inside the car.)

I didn't argue.
I slipped inside the car, quickly and quietly.

A few minutes later, he joined me and started the engine.
The whole ride passed in silence.
He didn't try to talk to me — and I didn't try either.

I pressed my forehead against the window and let the outside world blur into streaks of grey and green.
The silence wasn't just in the car — it was inside me too.

I let myself drift into my thoughts.
Thoughts I had buried too long.

I hated him.
I hated all of them.

The people I once called family — I now couldn't stand to breathe near.

Bua...
Once, I loved her like my own mother.
Now, I can barely say her name without feeling a bitter burn in my throat.

Shruti was my age. We were more than cousins — we were best friends.
At least, I thought we were.
Now, it all feels childish — immature, even — that I ever thought she cared.

And Fufa ji — he never hit me.
But he never stopped them either.
He stood there.
He watched.
And that's worse.

There's a saying —

"Gunah karne wale se bada gunahgaar wo hota hai, jo chup chaap us gunah ko hota hua dekhta hai."
(Greater than the sinner is the one who silently watches the sin happen.)

That silence?
That cold approval?
That's what killed me the most.

I don't even want to think about him.

Because when I do — all I remember is how they turned my life into a living hell.
My whole world reduced to house chores, taunts, beatings, and mockery.
And the worst part?
I know it's not going to change.

This...
This is probably my entire life.

I've accepted it now.

I've accepted that maybe Chhathi Maiya has written this pain in my destiny — and I'm just meant to live it.

And now, I'm being sold to Mr. Romano.
A name. A stranger. A fate.

I don't know him. I don't want to.

Maybe he'll be just the same — another man, another house, another set of hands waiting to push me down.

But if what Shruti said is true — about being used, touched, f-cked —
No.
No.
I can't let that happen.
If that ever happens...
I'll rather choose death over letting someone strip away my dignity.

No. No. That won't happen.

Think positive, Mishi.
It's just a new place.
Same life.
Just a different room to clean.
Different voices to obey.

Yes.THEIR FLIGHT DETAILS 

Departure from Varanasi: 11:00 AM (India Time)

Layover (Delhi/Dubai/etc.): ~3–5 hours

Arrival in Moscow: Around 2:30 AM to 4:00 AM (next day, Russia time)

India is 2.5 hours ahead of Moscow

(i.e., 1:00 PM India = 10:30 AM Moscow)

arrived next day early morning (Russia time)

India me toh tab tak raat ho chuki hoti hai (~6:00–7:00 AM IST)

We reached russia which I get to know by time of boarding

I was not even worthy to get to know where we are going , no no where I was sold

We took a taxi and reached a hotel 

IN THE HOTEL CORRIDOR

"Take these clothes and get ready quickly I don't have much time be quick" fufa ji said forwarding clothes

IN ROOM

I entered the room and saw that there was a beautiful balcony by seeing the view I was awestruck

I was lost in the view , then a knock interrupted me and a voice came

"Jaldi kar !! mr. romano wait kar rahe h"

{Hurry up !! mr. romano is waiting}

I quickly put on my clothes and fixed my hair because I don't like doing makeup, so I just applied some lip balm and came out 

Everything happened in a loop taxi arrived , we sat , don't even glanced at each other , I made myself busy in looking at passing trees I think that mr. romano live inside forest 

Weird !!

The taxi stopped in front of a bungalow 

Fufa ji said "See when we enter inside keep your mouth shup talk when you are asked and behave or else you better get ready to see the hell"

I saw a big bungalow

whoa !! in middle of forest 

Weird 2 !!!

If he was that rich to build a bungalow then he could have build ti in the city also

 Weird 3 !!!!

Anyway, why should I care?

We got inside and saw that at the main gate there were guards with GUNS !!!

WITH SCARY FACE !!

HE CHHATHI MAIYA !!!

Harmara khyal rakhiyega 

{Oh Chhathi Maiya! Please take care of me}

We entered inside fufa ji greeted a old man 

"Hello mr. romano" oh !! he is mr. romano he would be around in 40s 

Quite old

Fufa ji introduced me " She is mishika my niece" oh !! he remembers

"She is .. beautiful" mr. romano said while looking at me with lustful gaze

"Umm.. about money ?" he asked

"Oh smart man... your money is ready , first I thought that you were asking a lot but now I think..... it was worth it" still ogling at me, so I quickly looked away, uncomfortable under his gaze

They laughed evilly and fufa ji collected a suitcase

"Okay, sir. I should take a leave — I have a flight to catch."

Fufa ji said and turned to me and said "Behave" 

Just like that he walked away leaving me there

"So , girl your name is 'Mee-SHHEE-kah'  weird name ......."

" He was saying something when suddenly—
BANG! A gunshot cracked through the air. I flinched hard, my heart nearly leaping out of my chest. The sound echoed like a scream in the silence.**
And then came a voice, calm yet laced with terrifying—**
'Hello, Mr. Dante Romano... won't you welcome me?' "

ZANE VITALE 'S POV :

We were all ready to meet Romano

"I'm going with a small group of my men — I just want to warn him, so he knows to stay within his limits."

We got to know he majorly stays in his forest bungalow from where he manages his deals so we are going to meet him there

We reached there ,  the guards were already handled by my mans so I directly enterd inside and heard  "So , girl your name is 'Mee-SHHEE-kah' weird name ......."

To gain some attention I fired upwards 

There was someone standing in front of Romano — a girl, maybe.
She flinched when the gunshot rang out — the very one I had fired.

She turned. Slowly. And the moment her eyes met mine, my breath caught in my throat.

The fabric she wore clung to her frame delicately — not loud, not showy — just quietly stunning, like she didn't need the world's attention to command it anyway.
Her hair framed her face softly, cascading over her shoulders like it belonged there.
No heavy makeup, no glittering jewels. Just a soft sheen of lip balm. Bare. Effortless.
And yet — she looked more ethereal than any woman I'd ever seen wrapped in diamonds.

And for a second — just a fleeting one — I forgot.
Forgot the gun in my hand.
Forgot the room full of men who feared my name.
Forgot I was supposed to be the monster in this story.

All I could think was — what the hell is she doing here... looking like that?
And why did it feel like the world had just shifted under my feet?

Romano voice snapped me out

 "Mr. Vitale you.. what-are you doing here ?"

Zane didn't flinch.
He didn't even blink.

He just smirked — slow, calculated, dangerous. The kind of smirk that didn't need to explain itself.
And then he moved.

Not rushed. Not loud.
He strode forward like the world owed him space, like the air parted just to let him through.

And without a word, he sank into the sofa — his body draped casually, but every inch of him screamed control. Power.
Like he hadn't just fired a bullet.
Like he owned the room.
Like this was his throne, and we were all just unwilling guests at his court.

"You look surprised, Romano," he finally said, voice smooth as sin 

"Looks like you didn't expect me here after messing with me "

A flicker of fear crossed Romano's face.

I tilted my head, amused. Mocking.
Like a lion watching a caged animal try to act brave.

"You see, Dante... people forget who I am when I stay quiet too long."
"So I thought I'd remind you."

"Who is in power"

"No—no, Mr. Vitale, it's not like that..."

Zane didn't even blink.
He made a soft "tchh" sound — almost disappointed — like a teacher catching a student in a poor lie.

Then, with terrifying calm, he crossed one leg over the other and rested his polished shoe squarely on the center table. Like he owned the place. Like he always had.

"You know..." he said slowly, eyes pinned on Romano,
"No. You don't know."
"I hate lies."
"And I hate liars."

Romano's voice cracked as he dropped his pride along with his tone.

"Sir—sorry, sir. It won't happen again. Please... give me one more chance."

He was almost begging now.
And yet Zane... didn't even look at him at first.

He exhaled — slow, deliberate — then finally turned his gaze toward the man trembling before him.

"I don't do second chances," he said, voice like steel wrapped in silk.
"But lucky for you... I'm in a good mood today."
He leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees, voice dropping to something quieter — deadlier.
"Not in the mood for killing or violence. So consider this... a warning."

A long pause.
His next words hit like a blade sliding through velvet.

"I'm not called the Mafia King for nothing."
"I can show you why... if you're eager to find out."
He smiled. Not kindly. "Wanna try?"

The room fell silent. The air felt heavier.

Romano's lips quivered, eyes darting toward the door like he was calculating his survival

MISHIKA'S POV

(just after She hears the gunshot and turns—only to see him standing there)

I turned — still flinching from the echo of the gunshot — and there he was.

He stood there like he belonged to a different world.

One hand in his pocket. Jaw clenched.
Hair slightly tousled — like he'd just walked through a storm and won.

And his eyes...
God, those eyes.

They weren't looking at anyone else.
They were locked on me.

And for a second, I felt everything stop.
The tension. The voices. Even my own breath.
Because that look — it wasn't just cold.
It wasn't just curious.

It was personal.

He looked at me like he'd seen a ghost.
Like I wasn't supposed to be here.

In the next second ...........{you know whatever happened }

I was just standing there...
Still.
Frozen.
Like a statue carved out of confusion and chaos.

Witnessing a scene I wasn't meant to be part of.
Or maybe — just maybe — it was always written for me.
A warning or a trap.
I wasn't sure which.

And then—
he moved.

Not much. Just a shift of weight, a slow turn of the head.
But it was enough.
Because now I was in his line of sight.

And our eyes—
they locked.

Like magnets that had been pulled apart too long and didn't know whether to repel or collide.
His stare held none of the warmth I remembered.
Only silence.
Heavy. Knowing. Ruthless.

But beneath that stillness... I saw something flicker.
Recognition.
Surprise.
Pain?

Or maybe I imagined it.
Because my own heart was pounding so loud, I could barely hear anything else.

I didn't move.
Didn't blink.
Couldn't.

Then he spoke.

Just one word — harsh, disbelieving, low. Like a growl that hadn't decided whether to be pain or fury.

"You??"

But like I was his prey.

His jaw clenched. His hands stayed calm, but his eyes — his eyes were burning.
Not with softness. Not even anger.
With possession.

And yet... I didn't flinch.
Couldn't.

And I wanted to speak.

But my voice.......

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