Mafia's Heart

2

A year earlier
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The night was much colder than Aditi had imagined when she had been snuggled up in bed, cuddling with a pillow. She mentally cursed herself for opening her mouth and angering her husband; she should have remained silent, letting him continue living in his imaginary world as usual.

Aditi looked around and saw the guard staring at her with lust in his eyes. She shifted uncomfortably, glancing at the door in the hope that her husband might reconsider and let her back inside, realizing it wasn't the right time to punish her for speaking up.

The minutes dragged on, each one feeling like an eternity. The cold bit into her skin, and the chill of the night was only matched by the icy fear creeping into her heart. The guard’s gaze grew more intense, and Aditi’s discomfort turned into palpable dread. She knew she had to keep her wits about her. Standing alone in the dark, she could almost hear the whispers of the night, urging her to act.

Summoning all her courage, Aditi took a deep breath and stepped towards the door, her hands trembling as she knocked softly. “Please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, “let me in.” There was no response from within, only silence and the echo of her own desperation.

Suddenly, the guard stepped forward, his shadow looming over her. “Your husband is very angry,” he said, his voice a mix of feigned concern and menace. “But maybe I can help you.” His insinuation was clear, and Aditi’s heart raced. She had to find a way out of this.

Gathering her strength, she straightened her back and looked the guard in the eye. “I’m sure he’ll come to his senses soon,” she said firmly, masking her fear. “Thank you, but I’ll wait.” Her defiance was met with a disgusting smirk. The guard reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards him. A gasp of surprise escaped her mouth, her eyes widened in fear, and she started to struggle to free herself from his grip.

"Let me help you with the cold," he whispered, pressing his palm tightly against her mouth to muffle her screams for help. He dragged her to the back of the house, threw her down on some hay, and started to open his pants. Panic and fear coursing through her veins, Aditi frantically looked around for something to defend herself. She sighed with relief when her hand found a brick, but before she could act, a gunshot rang out in the silence of the night. The bloodied body of the guard collapsed on top of her, eliciting a scream.

She quickly pushed the now-dead body away and looked at her savior.

"The hell are you doing here, outside the house at this hour?" The man standing in front of her looked so much like her husband, but Aditi knew he wasn't her husband—his eyes were a darker shade of brown, and his hair was short. "Does your husband know that you roam around like a whore in need of a good fucking at night?" He waited for her to respond, and when she didn't, he grabbed her wrist tightly and dragged her towards the main entrance of the house.

"Go inside" He ordered looking at her but she just shook her head and stood right at stairs without moving an inch.

"I can't, I am being punished" She whispered in a small voice and before she could add more she was dragged outside of the mansion by the man looking an exact replica of her husband with a minor difference and thrown into the car's backseat.

"Stay, I will be back" after he left and returned back in hardly ten minutes, he opened the back door of his car and signed her to come out.