Mafia's First Love (ON HOLD)

Chapter 1

Vinaya Verma

The glass shattered that was in my hand just a moment ago.

NO!

My mother, little sister!

I shook out of my daze and looked down at the broken pieces and water splashed all around. It shocks me whenever I rethink my memory about them.

Lips quivered as I looked around with eyes on me. I was mentally shaken the moment I imagined their blood on me. And it was enough to cause an anxiety attack.

I wheezed out and fell on my knees as I controlled my mind from wandering back.

House staff all around I knew were hiding behind walls. They knew but kept quiet. Gulping down my throat, with help of couch hand rest, I got up and walked back to my bedroom.

The living room is a horror room filled with the darkest memories.

"Tumhe zaara bhi pata hai mehngai kitni badh gayi hai?" Venkat Verma, my father, shouted breaking into my room.

(do you have any idea how expensive things are these days?)

My room wasn't flashy for coming from a rich family. It was very much average. With a pale beige theme and a single bed with a small walk-in cupboard, with not so many clothes.

"ANSWER ME!" my father shouted more. "Ji papa," I looked down, avoiding his eyes.

(yes dad)

He took long strides to me and grabbed my jaw into his hand hard. He looked into my eyes with an emotion I couldn't make out. I shivered as he looked down at me.

"Say, your eighteenth birthday is right around corner, tujhe daan kardu"

(give you away?)

Daan? As in... kanyadaan?

(Kanyadaan is a marriage ritual where the bride is give away to her husband)

"What... Do you... mean?" I stammered. I guessed what he meant but I didn't want to believe it. I wanted an explanation.

"Tumhari zindagi, finally mukt kar dunga, teri shaadhi karke. Tu free, aur mein bhi. Tera 18th birthday aane do. Tumhe khush hona chahiye, tumhari shaadi karva raha hun ekk ache insaan ke saath"

(Your life would be free from bonds with me, by conducting your marriage. You will be free and me too. Let your birthday come. You should be happy, I'm wedding you off to a nice guy)

Voiceless, all my life I felt that I wasn't heard even though I had my voice. It broke me every time. I couldn't see my future at all. I had finished high school by being homeschooled. I was always a puppet to my father.

I am lifeless, just living.

I cried my eyes out that night. I wanted the pain to wash away with my tears. I stained the pillows by morning but I was still not done.

How can one not be heard or seen by their own family? Their loved ones. Or am I even loved?

It was one thing for sure, I was unwanted. But I knew better than to run away. After all, my mother tried that.

flashback

Thirteen years ago, she and my newborn sister fled away. But she couldn't make it far as my father's men caught her.

I saw the darkest shade of black that day.

I was five back then, papa woke me up from sleep and harshly pulled me down that night. He was never a loving parent, and I didn't understand that. I loved him unconditionally.