Rai POV

As soon as we finished our meal, I could feel the tension building inside me, and I knew I needed to get away. His constant smirking and those intense gazes were becoming unbearable, like he found amusement in watching me squirm. I don't know what it is about him, but he seems obsessed with making me flustered. I just had to escape.

But, of course, my luck never fails to betray me in the most embarrassing moments. In my rush to leave, I somehow lost my footing, and before I could even process what was happening, I reached out to grab anything to stop myself from falling. My hand landed on Rudy's shoulder, and the next thing I knew, we both were slipping. He lost his balance too, and everything spiraled out of control.

The next moment, I found myself on top of him, my body pressed against his, while he lay flat on the floor beneath me. I froze for a second, my heart racing, as I slowly opened my eyes. And there he was, staring at me with those dark, penetrating eyes, his expression unreadable. My breath hitched when he gently reached up, brushing a few stray strands of hair behind my ear with such tenderness that it sent a shiver down my spine.

I don't know why, but I closed my eyes again, and unexpectedly, a single tear slipped down my cheek. I hadn't realized how overwhelming this moment would feel—how it took me back to everything from the start. The way he never forgets these small, intimate gestures, like they're second nature to him. It's as if, after so long, I'm experiencing a glimpse of something heavenly, something that makes my heart flutter.

It's strange, really. These little moments, these tiny acts of care, make me feel special, like I'm someone important to him. And as I lay there, with my eyes closed and the warmth of his touch lingering, I realized—maybe I am. Maybe, just maybe, I have someone who sees me, who makes me feel like I'm more than just another person in his world.

And that feeling—it's everything. ♡

But did I really have him now? No. He's not mine anymore. That reality hit me like a punch to the gut, and the weight of it was suffocating. I needed to move on, to accept the truth that clung to me like a shadow. Yet, as these thoughts circled in my mind, the familiar sting of tears welled up in my eyes. I felt my chest tighten, the sorrow threatening to spill over.

Just as I was on the verge of breaking, Rudy's voice cut through my spiraling thoughts. "What happened, Rai? Why are you crying?" His concern pulled me back to the present, and I quickly scrambled to my feet, desperate to hide my emotions. I wiped at my face hurriedly, forcing a shaky smile.

"N-nothing," I stammered, my voice faltering as I tried to come up with an excuse. "It's just... something fell in my eyes, that's all."

I turned away from him, trying to compose myself. The truth felt too heavy to voice right now, especially in front of Rudy. I was about to leave the room, retreat to the safety of solitude, when I remembered something crucial. The mafia. That entire mess I had to drag him into. I stopped, my hand hovering on the doorframe, and turned to face him again.

"Rudy," I said, my voice firmer this time, though still tinged with emotion, "if you're free, can you come to the study room after a while? We need to talk."

Without waiting for his response, I left, retreating to my room before my composure crumbled completely. The door closed behind me with a soft click, and I exhaled, feeling the tears I had been holding back finally spill over.

Rudy POV

As soon as rai left I attend my buisness related calls and then went to the study room. Rai must have called me to tell about her being the boss of Mafia.

Entering in the study room I saw no-one there. Rai must be in her room. I was adoring the cozy bookshelf where some weird type of books are kept. These books are kept a different side all along . There was kept four books one by one , name twisted series by Ana Huang. What kind of books are these? Then I saw 2 books named Haunting Adeline and the other one is Hunting Adeline. Now these names are sounds interesting. I was about to take that book,"Noooo!!stop there!" suddenly a voice stopped me and I look at that way surprisingly.

It's RAI. She screamed like I was going to do some crime! What the hell! "Fuck! Rai why the hell did you scream that loud!? What happened?"

"No-nothing, actually...just... just don't touch this section ." She shuttered.
"But why " I asked. She replied " cause I told you to do not ". "Yeah like you told me that we can't be together and left whthout telling the reason." I said with a bitter smile on my lips.

Then I saw Rai became silent, there is nothing in her expression, she is just like numb. I don't know why whenever I mention this topic she behave like that , numb! Now I regret telling this . I hate this expression on her face. Since the day I met her again I never saw her smile like before. She is not happy, and not talkative like before. And it hurts to see her like that. I miss my old Rai.

I tried to talk " ummm I just... I just wanna say that..." She cut me off by saying " it's ok. Let's talk about for what I called you here! Hmm?" in a serious tone. I also nodded seriously.

Then we sat the couch. And I ask her  "So now tell me what is the reason behind you being the boss that also Mumbai and New York?" "It's been four years since I got involved in the mafia," she began, her voice steady yet carrying the weight of past decisions. "When I first arrived in New York, I had dreams of building a name for myself in fashion design. Everything seemed to be falling into place, until one day, out of the blue, I received a call. A man threatened me, saying that if I didn't shut down my company, he would kill me. I was terrified, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't trace who this person was. It felt like my entire world was unraveling."

She paused, glancing down as if recalling the fear that once gripped her. "I confided in a close friend, and they suggested something I never thought I'd consider—hand the situation over to a gang. At first, it seemed insane, but I was desperate. So, I did it. The gang found the man, and it turned out he was an employee I had trusted. I made sure he would never have a successful career again. He disappeared from my life—or so I thought."

Her eyes darkened as she continued. "But one day, while I was in my office, speaking with the same gang who had helped me, he came back. I hadn't expected to see him again. The gang didn't just want my gratitude—they wanted a deal. They offered to protect me, to handle any future threats, but in return, I had to cover for their illegal activities. My company was still new, and they knew no one would suspect anything from me. In that moment, I had to make a choice, and I agreed. And that's how I became entangled in this life."

Her words hung in the air, heavy with the consequences of her decisions.

I asked, "Okay, but even though you agreed with them, how did you become the boss?"

She smiled slightly, a hint of amusement flickering across her face. "Mmm, wise question," she said, leaning back. "Well, the day that man barged into my office, it wasn't just a simple confrontation. He didn't come empty-handed. He pointed a gun right at me. In that split second, the gang members who were with me jumped in to protect me, but things escalated fast. He shot two of them, and chaos erupted. That's when I knew I had to act. I reached into my desk, pulled out my own gun, and shot him in the hand. The moment he faltered, I didn't hesitate—I used my karate training to disarm him and knock him out. It wasn't luck; I had taken a self-defense course because, well, if you own a company, you're bound to make enemies along the way."

Her voice grew more confident, as if recounting the moment brought back a sense of control. "After the incident, word spread fast. The gang leader himself heard about what happened. He did his homework—researched everything about me, from my background to my education. He found out I wasn't just a fashion designer. I was skilled in hacking and had a sharp mind for strategy. He came to the conclusion that I was the perfect fit to take over the New York mafia. He said I was the only one suitable for the position. At first, it sounded absurd, but the more I thought about it, the more sense it made. I had power, intelligence, and the ability to stay calm under pressure. And besides," she added with a shrug, "they don't harm innocent people. Their targets are the rich and corrupt—the ones who already do wrong. So I agreed."

She paused, her eyes flickering with a mixture of pride and resolve. "As for how I ended up here? Well, I'm from Mumbai originally. I always knew I'd return one day, and when I did, I took control of the Mumbai underworld too. It only made sense. And here I am," she finished, spreading her hands as if to say, 'That's the whole story.'

It was clear now—her journey from a fashion designer to a mafia boss wasn't just a series of random events. It was a calculated rise to power.

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