What lies behind the door

Chapter 1

Naina

Three years, it has been three years since we have been living like this. Sometimes I feel trapped in this marriage, suffocated to the extend that I wish to break through these gates of misery, agony and frustration.

My parents, I've not spoken to them for more than three times in these three years, just meeting them once every year on the annual gala held by the mighty Raichands. And for the three times I've spoken to my parents my mother had cried. I didn't understand what was the need to cry when they themselves made the decision to push me in this miserable life.

I've got everything I've ever wanted except a family here. Infact no one seems to be family in this house. It's all buisness, and that's the purpose I serve to be here, buisness.

Naina Agnihotri, that's what my name was before marriage now it's Naina Raichand. The irony is that my family and the Raichands despise each other. The decades long rivalry has been passed through generations after generations with indestructible hate growing as each decade passes.

It makes me feel an ounce better that my mother cries when she meets me, makes me feel a little important in atleast someone's life but my father, it makes me laugh with tears when I think about him and how easy it was for him to get the then twenty two year old me married to his arch enemy's son just for buisness when he knew that his family despised to even breathe the same air as us. Yet he did it, just for buisness.

I knew I was never close to him, but I never thought he would just throw me away like that.

I always wanted to be close to my father but never found the courage to cross the line he had created between him and I. My brother however was quiet close to him, that's according to me. I can't recall the amount of tears I have ever shed, crying on my mother's lap because I wanted to spend time with him. But always I got the same answer

"Papa's busy baby,"

The naive five year old me would just look at her while crying,"and bhaiya is about to come from school, you both can play together then."

Mom always said this, no matter how many times I told her that I wanted to spend some time with dad. And after a few years I stopped. I mean I knew I was not so important for him but I never thought he would use me as a lamb for sacrifice in his vicious buisness. Guess I was wrong. And I had been wrong all along because after all what happened to me I wished for a loving and supporting partner.

I'm scared to think about him, everything about him scares me but hell would break before I'll show that to him. I've been thinking about these things since the past three years, not a single moment is left where I've not thought about how different my life could have been.

I neatly folded his white t-shirt while staking it above the pile of all his home wear clothes. Placing the clothes in the closet I walk out of it as a soft cry coming from the crib caught my attention.

Walking up to it I saw my little baby peeking from below her blanket while she kicked her tiny legs in the air, biting on her mittens which were now soaked in her saliva.

Kiara my little baby girl, just five months old. These five months of having her have completely changed my life. I don't feel lonely anymore, my child is here for me.

I bent down softly taking her in my arms as she scrunched up her entire body immediately sticking onto my chest. I walked up to the bed to change her diapers while softly cooing at her while she watched me with her little doe eyes. She is just like a little ball of sunshine, the only good thing I received from this marriage.

Cleaning her up I held her against my chest as she got ready to have her milk as I gently patted her bum. She finally burped as I rubbed her back and took her back into my arms to make her go back to sleep.

Just as she was about to fall asleep the loud thunder light broke her out of her light slumber.

The weather outside looked dangerous and destructive as my gaze went to kiara's little frame while her lips wobbled and soon she let out a cry.

My arms rocked her gently while patting her stomach with my palms gently trying to make her fall back asleep.

I fetched my laptop to check the emails for the past week while still being on meternity leave but who cares when you are the boss?

My editorial company has been my dream. And working while fulfilling my dream is what provided me with solace since the past years. My mother had been proud when I started the company at twenty one but I don't know about my dad, he never really appreciated me for it.

While in this house nobody really cared about what I did until I ''behaved well and provided them with their precious heir".

An heir was what they demanded for, and now that they had one they didn't care, but some people seem to have a problem with that as well. But that's my least of concerns. I've lost the chance at love and I don't feel it for anyone except for my child. Not even him.

He is different....really different. I don't know how to describe my husband. That word sounds funny to me but unfortunately, we have taken each other as family by marrying.

He is an enigmatic figure, shrouded in darkness. His piercing gaze holds a hint of danger, and his presence commands respect.

With a rugged appearance, his strong physique and arms filled with brutal scars give him an intimidating aura. He moves with calculated grace, exuding an air of mystery and intrigue. His involvement in the Mafia has left its mark on him, both physically and emotionally. Beneath his tough exterior, lies a complex soul, tormented by the choices he's made.

His buisness makes him despicable, The mafia world is a complex and dangerous realm filled with intrigue and power struggles. It's a clandestine society where loyalty, respect, and fear hold great significance. In this world, rival families vie for control over territories, engaging in illegal activities such as smuggling, extortion, and violence. Trust is scarce, and betrayal can have severe consequences.

The mafia operates in the shadows, using secrecy and manipulation to maintain their influence. It's a world where alliances are forged and broken, where survival depends on wit, cunning, and the ability to navigate treacherous waters.

I've grown up in this world, and that has resulted just in my misery. This is not the life I desired for myself, yet I'm stuck and there is no way out. A divorce would mean the termination of the peace treaty between the two families which would eventually lead to a war, a war of distruction and the victim would be Kiara.

Amidst this chaos, I just want to feel at peace for a moment. Just one moment of not feeling the shangles of this marriage around my neck. To feel free and happy.

For the whole world Raichand family commands respect, people thrive on their money. Politicians bend infront of my husband, businessmen kill to acquire buisness deals from him. Kabir Raichand and Naina Raichand, the most admired and respected couple in the county yet nobody know what lies behind the door.

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So, this is the first chapter. What do you all think?

Tell me should I write it in character's pov or author's pov.