Mafia's Girl

Part 1

Sidharth's P.O.V. 

The morning sun shone brightly through my curtains and hit my body making me break the first sweat of the morning. I woke up and stretched my body and drank a glass of water. I stepped into my closet and chose a suit for today and bathed. I got ready in my planned and habitual routine by taking my phone, wallet, watch, handkerchief and loaded gun and left my room. Going downstairs, I met my main man underling, Daksh and he started telling me my schedule. "Sir, you have a full day. You have a meeting with the bank manager, board of directors and the construction site management team. You have a few appointments with some people carded for after lunch," he said. I pasted butter on the toasted bread and bit into it while sipping my black coffee. "What else?" I asked. "You...have a meeting with your father," he said. I froze and looked at him. "Cancel it," I said. "But sir, he..." he started but I glared at him. "Cancel it or get lost," I said. "Yes, sir. I'll cancel right away," he said leaving. I left breakfast, halfway finished, just like every morning and stepped outside. My bodyguards opened my car door for me and I got inside and went to work. As I entered the building, everyone stopped and looked at me, greeting me with good morning or simply bowing their eyes and head as my bodyguards cleared the way for me, two meters ahead. I entered the elevator and went up to my office where I met my father. I frowned at him and went to my chair. "You wanted to cancel the meeting with me, why?" He asked. "I am too busy," I said. "You might be a feared mafia to the world but don't forget that you are my son. I had a part to play in bringing you into this world," he said. "You might have had a part but I am not your son," I said. "Why do you hate me this much?" He asked. "You know the reason I hate you," I said gritting my teeth, getting irritated. He stood up and frowned at me. "Sidharth, I just came to warn you like I always do as your father that this attitude and lifestyle of yours will not carry you further in life. Humble yourself," he said. "You're the last person on this planet I will ever come by for advice so, leave my property before I have you thrown out," I said. He held a long face and was leaving the office but stopped and turned back to me saying, "Let me tell you what I came for. Your mother's death anniversary is coming closer. I know that telling you this will be useless, just like every year but I am keeping the puja at home. Your mother's soul will get a bit of peace if you attend," he said. He left the office and I opened the drawer on my table. I caressed the picture of my mother and frowned. I was still angry and hated myself for being incapable of helping her that night. Her painful screams still lingered in my head.

Shehnaaz's P.O.V. 

Folding my hands before the family in front of me, in the presence of my parents and younger sisters, I held my head high with pride and said, "I do not accept this proposal. Your family is not worthy of having me as their daughter-in-law. Thank you for coming." The people looked at each other disappointed and left. I sat on the sofa and played the the pillow as Dad paced left to right, angrily. "What do you want for your life? This is the fifth boy you have rejected in one month. What record are you trying to break?" He scolded. "Let her be. If the family's conditions are not acceptable to her, then she won't be able to adjust comfortably," Mom said defending me from the kitchen. "What flaw does the boy have? Tell me that," he said. "Dad, I want to work even after marriage and they want a childbearer and housewife," I said. "So, are you planning on not having children and taking care of your husband's home after marriage?" He argued. I sighed and dropped my shoulders saying, "You know what I want. I want independence and I want to live my life according to my own rules. I am not going to be the girl that gives up her everything for a boy, including her own life." "This independence of yours will bring shame one day to this family. We are not that liberal. We are old-schooled people. You youngsters believe that it's so easily to live life but you don't know what hardships are," he said, sitting down. He opened the newspaper and began reading silent as I shook my head and went to my room. I took off my heavy dupatta and earrings and laid on my bed. My two younger sisters, Meeta and Sonu came and laid beside me. "Di, why do you always argue with Dad? You know that he is old schooled. Let him be. I'm sure that your prince charming is already decided and he is also waiting for you. You will eventually find him and he will take you to his castle and live happily ever after," Sonu said. I looked at Meeta and we both shook our heads. "This is the perks of being the youngest. You have no worries and can sit and dream about a prince charming all day long," I said. 

"Di, tell me, what kind of guy do you want?" Meeta asked. I smiled and hugged my pillow. Sighing, I said, "The kind of guy that every girl dreams of. He must be independent but not stop me from being too. He must be equally as responsible for taking care of the house and children. The kind of guy that thinks what can he do to make his girl happy and will do anything to fix a foul mood and make me smile. He has to be caring and loving. He has to love me the most in the world. He has to be respectful and decent. He has to have trust and loyalty. If a single tear comes in my eyes, he will wipe it away. He has to be extraordinarily normal." "Extraordinarily normal? What rubbish? There is no one like that in this world," Sonu said, twisting her face funnily. "You won't understand," I said, pushing her away. Meeta giggled. "You grown up girls speak nonsense," she said leaving the room. Meeta smiled at me and asked, "Do you think you have found this guy yet or met him atleast once?" I smiled and wondered what he will look like and how will I recognise him? There was a knock on my door and it rudely interrupted my thinking. "Miss Shehnaaz, don't you have a job to get to?" Dad said. I frowned and sat up saying, "I took a day off today." "For a guy you just rejected. Day off is off. Get to work! I'll walk you," he said. I frowned and looked at Meeta. I got up and left the house with Dad. I was an office receptionist at a nearby lawyer's office. Dad walked me there and then left to go to his work. I went in and met my boss, Suman Mehta. I related the reason for canceling the day off and being at work but I guess she was used to having me back early since I never agreed to any wedding proposals. I got to work and began answering calls and booking appointments for her. At the end of the day, I met back with Dad outside and went home. The guy that lived directly below us in our housing building, Ronit, always teased girls and made perverted comments towards them, including me and my sisters. We always kept a far distance from him and he dared not speak a word to us in front of Dad which made me feel secure and safe always. 

Sidharth's P.O.V. 

As my day drew closer to an end, I did what I always did and went to one club I owned. I went to the VIP private rooms and began ordering drinks. I always made sure that I was completely drunk before I returned home. A group of girls came inside and I noticed each of them. One, however, caught my special attention and I looked at her front head to toe. I called her closer with my finger and she came, stumbling and fell on me. "You're gorgeous," I said, tucking her hair away. "You're not less," she said, "Shall we go somewhere quiet and alone?" "Just for fun?" I asked. She smiled at me as she caressed my cheek. "Just for fun," I said, winking at her. Chuckling, she said, "I like the sound of fun." I got up and left the room with her. I had a private room, exclusively for myself and I carried her there. I made another drink for myself and offered one to her as well. I rested it on the table and sat next to her. Slowly, she began loosening my tie and opening the buttons of my shirt. As she came closer to me, she kissed my cheek and then pulled back. "You are so hot. I think, we should have our drinks," she said. Holding the two glasses, she leaned back to me and handed me my glass. At the bottom of the drink, I noticed a small pill and understood everything. "Cheers," she said knocking our glasses together. She drank the entire drink bravely and smiled at me. "What's wrong? Have it. It will cool down your temperature and heaten the mood," she said. I sighed and leaned forward. "What's wrong?" She asked, leaning closer to me. I got up and went back to the small bar. Making another drink, I turned back to her and said, "It's unfair as your host to hold a drink alone. You already had yours but left me behind. Have this one to accompany me." I handed her the glass with the pill, which was dissolved already. She frowned and looked at me. "Take it," I said. Hesitantly, she took it and I clicked the glasses together saying, "Cheers." I gulped down the drink and looked at her. 

"People are right about you," she said, "You're smart." I smirked and looked at her. "How did you know?" She asked. "You underestimated a mafia," I said. She scoffed at me. "You are nothing less than the stray dog behind this club. You use people to your convience and then throw them are way like a dirty tissue paper," she said. "Whose revenge are you here to take?" I asked. She reached for her bag and took out a gun and pointed it at me. I looked at her, fearless and unaffected. "You played my sister and today, she is completely heartbroken because of you," she said. "And you came here to get back at me," I said sitting down comfortably. "Exactly, and I would have gotten back at you if you hadn't figured this out," she said, gritting her teeth. I nodded. "You're right. You're too stupid to think that you can get revenge from me with a pill," I said. "But, I still can," she said and pulled the trigger at me.

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