Mafia's First Love (ON HOLD)

prologue

Avneesh Deshpandey

"You are a curse to me, bringing misery after misery!" I lowered my head listening to the man sitting beside me, he should be the one I look up to but he's nothing but an undependable mentally unstable man.

"Tu nahi samjaznar. Because you are young, tula family kai astta tula nahi mait." he said in a pleading and sad voice.

(you won't understand. Because you are young, you don't know what having a family means)

Really? Does he think I'm immature to not understand? He never paid her attention.

Hell, he even pushed her away when she came looking for him for help.

"If having a family would make me understand what you feel, then I never want one. Stay the hell away from me, hereafter" I said back.

My father, Mr. Akshant Deshpandey, said nothing.

We both sat in silence just hearing my mother's final breaths and monitors beeping.

We would have never come to this point only if he never prioritised his work more than his family. Only when mum was in the last stage of life, the ineludible had fallen upon her that he came to her.

Perhaps he still is in denial that he's responsible and because of his negligence that we are brought to this state.

When I sent mom's medical report and also summarized that she had very little time left to his PA, the assistant that he used to cheat on mum with.

She probably must have forwarded it to him otherwise he wouldn't even be here in her last hours.

A nurse entered the room along with a doctor and said, "We need to check on her." I nodded my head politely and got up.

"Jeev sood ga bai, you're wasting my time even on your deathbed" I heard my father mutter under his breath.

I wanted to pull my hair at this point. My family was never idle or nearly one ever since I can remember.

In 17 years of life, my mum is the only one who looked after me. She's the only one who nurtured me, nourished me, made me the man I am today.

I may not be old enough to call myself a man yet, but I knew I was mature to understand the adult world and know-how.

My mother, the only family I trusted to have, was on the brink of losing herself to nothing. An absolute angel she had been my whole life and sheltered me from everything that could hurt me.

My father has always been out of the picture. He used to make visits randomly once in 3 to 4 years just to see the face of his heir. But did I want his inheritance though?

His world was cruel and bloody hell all the time. My mother wasn't bold and strong enough to stay in my father's world, hence she left him and lived away even before my birth.

Due to their separation, I got to live on both sides of life.

The normal life of a school-going boy and then the art of fighting, business, mind games all dumped on me as soon as I was a teen.

From oblivion to knowledge shoved down my throat about my father's existence, and yet I never felt compassionate for this man. For all I care, I'm grateful he taught me all this, but no thanks, I am choosing to live a normal life.

The beeps from my mother's room brought me back to reality and I looked up to my father's face who showed grief for a second and then hid it again under his poker face.

"I'll get the bills done," he said and walked away.

Without the doctors speaking out, I knew my mother was free from this world. I still don't understand why she remained loyal to an asshole of a husband who cheated on her.

They both were supposed to be there for me all the time of my life, not one after another. I wished I could have guessed my life ahead.

Having a moment to myself to wear off the overflowing emotions, I walked out of the hospital to an open area where a small garden had been set up.

This place was a miracle, it gives hope to some, and it's also a place where some never make it out alive.

I let go of my tears finally. The evening sky was dark gloomy as if it knew how I felt. The darkness around made me realise this is how my life would be henceforth. Dark and gloom, and mainly, full of death.

Tears rolled down in grief for my mother, recollecting all the memories I had of hers and cherishing them forever. To try to understand the woman who poured me love.

And for the bastard that's here to ruin my life in the name of securing it. He was here not for his wife, but his heir.

I knew my parents were on calls days before my mother's health dropped drastically about me, she wanted me to live normally and he wanted me in his mafia world.

I didn't pick a side until I had to. But before I could choose, it was snatched away from me and the title heir was forced down upon me.