𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭

Chapter 1

chapter 1

Anamika's POV:

It's been almost one year now since I came to Italy. For business purposes but I like this country so decided to settle down here.. everything is going perfect... I own a hotel in Italy too so I started to handle my work from here.

My foster brother chang lives in America
With his newlywed husband and I am glad I moved out because it's embarrassing, I caught them while eating each other's faces and doing the deed and their reaction was hilarious...

I respect brother chang. He had helped me a lot in my bad times and treated me like his sister more like a daughter and I am very grateful for that, he is my only family... A little bit of faith I have in humility is because of him he makes me believe that a good person still exists in this cruel world...

I am a total mess now, There are colors on my face, hand hair everywhere since I am painting I like painting. it's my passion and I am good at it's so good that I am known as a famous art called Stoneheart... an artist who is unknown to the world as I have never disclosed my identity to the world as stoneheart. my painting is quite famous and I am glad people are loving them without knowing the face of the artist...

When I was going through my tough time, painting help me a lot I poured every emotion into that painting,
it helps a lot when you use your passion and hobbies to avoid the sadness and loneliness you are feeling, you never felt
alone when you engrossed yourself in things that provide you peace.
stoneheart is one of the biggest secrets of my life and no one knows...
it only my trusted people know who I am and a lot to keep it like that, I don't like unwanted attention, never craves it.

After finishing my work I checked my phone. Some work-related messages are there and one of my only friends Rose...
she is a cousin of brother chang and
we have been friends for a long time now. I like her she has a lovely personality, always excited and happy in contrast to my personality...

"Don't forget....be ready by 8 pm for the club and I will kill you 🔪 if you will cancel it anna ??... Wear something hot 🥵🔥

This girl is crazy, she is the only girl.
who can make me do crazy things that I could never do?
I am not a party-type girl I don't do clubs and late-night parties...
I don't drink and I don't see any use in going there I will rather stay at home reading a book or paint something but.
it's her birthday and doesn't want to upset her after all she is my only friend.

And Most importantly because I have a flight to America tomorrow morning for my new
project of a 5-star hotel. I have to look for everything and make the necessary
arrangements, it's a big project.
I like to do and checks think personally besides it will be a good time for paying a visit to another hotel since.
I have to make a necessary change in them toon I often pay a surprise visit,
it helps to know how my employees are handing the work in my absence...
it will make a maximum of six months so I won't be able to meet her till then... my packaging is almost too.

It's till 6 p.m. and I have 2 hours to get ready...I stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower letting all the color flow with water...

I closed my eyes and started thinking about my life, how I become like this, how my world turned upside down, how I become a stoneheart. Stoneheart is not only
The name of my artwork but also the truth of my life. 9 years ago I lost everything,
my family, my grandmother my sanity
my trust in faith in humility, my ability to love people, my innocence, my happy loving life, and myself...
My life which was once full of colors and happiness now empty there is nothing but darkness.

9 years ago I saw the dark side of this world... The world which broke me into million pieces, I was alone an 18-year-old innocent and naive girl, broken and damaged who lost everything from me and left me with nothing, there was no one to give me their shoulder to lean on and tell me that ...

"Don't worry anna don't cry it will be fine, it's ok"

No one...

But I never lost hope, I fought back with all I got and never gave up and never will, people may try to break me and destroy me but I will stand again and fight back stronger than before... And I did it
It took me a six-year to build my own Empire from nothing to millions...
I am a self-made millionaire... I own Many restaurants, hotels, and resorts in different countries, and also do investments in the different project...

I have enough skill and talent and I can make my fortune ... My grandmother made me like that.... strong... she was my ideal I always admired her ... THE way she handle everything, she never taught me to give up, she was queen and she raised me like Queen .... whoever messed up with me I showed them that their place and whenever they belong, I have learned it the very hard way, and trust me when people test your patience when you already have fucked up mind then it becomes important to show them whom they are f******with...

Love and trust do not have a place in my life, it cost me my everything...
I have built strong valves on my head and wanna let their walls around my heart and won't let them fall for anyone.
No one can break ...it won't let that happen even if someone is capable to do that I doubt I doubt I will let him.

I turn off the shower and dry myself...

I saw myself in the mirror my body is fully off tattoos. yes, I have tattoos all over my body and every tattoo holds a strong meaning.

Rising Pheonix from flames tattoo which covers all my back its symbols of hope, rebirth, and revolt it show just like the phoenix emerge from its ashes So can you human after devastation and loss... Lion face, Roses on my right hand with my grandmother's name "Shakuntala" in Hindi letter, Singh is my name means lion and I like Rose's which thought us how to bloom even if you are surrounded with thorn...
The angle of peace and natraaj (god of dance/art) on my left hand...
Peacock tattoo on my right thigh which ends up below the knee... and a tattoo of a queen with the crown on my right thigh which covers all of it, flower and butterflies on my ankles and below calves... I love my tattoo...

They hide my darkest secret.

I choose red color short Backless dress which shows my tattoos on my back and both the hand with smoky eyes, and light red lipstick ( not a big fan of foundation and heavy makeup)
and high heels I am ready for the night...
I saw myself in the mirror and I was satisfied with the look...... I have dark blue eyes,
fair skin, long straight hair but today I curled them up and a mole on my upper lips, l have a good body not so small not so big with the height of 5.5...

Rosie's coming in her own car so I don't have to wait for her, I am sure she is already waiting for me there, always
overexcited about clubbing...

I grab my clutch heading towards my car where my bodyguards were waiting, They are a must because sometimes it becomes hard to deal with perverts.

Mr. Brown opened the door for me like a gentleman he is, I thanked him politely, getting in we left for the club...

I don't do one stand type of things. Hell
I don't even talk to any man if it's not business, fucking them is out of the picture, All I see is lust in their eyes and I hate it to my gut,  Many of them try to approach me but I turned everyone down very politely and those who don't understand simply. I make them understand in my fucking way, I destroyed every man who ever tried to touch me and saw me with bad intention,  I am not a fucking object and I will never give them a chance to treat me like one...

That is why my bodyguards are gays and I am glad they are my guards, Mr brown and Mr. Harding, They both are well built with a height of 6.5 and are working for me for almost 6 years. One look from them is enough to make someone pee in their pants and they do their job perfectly...

They don't show mercy on anyone who tried to harm me and I want to stop them either, after all

"I am not a woman to be messed with"