DARK MAFIA ROMANCE
#FIRST BOOK IN THE DUOLOGY
I LOVE IT AND I HATE
IT AT THE SAME TIME
Growing up, life was never fair to Shivangi. She fought battles at every step of life which ultimately turned her into the ruthless monster she despised as a gir...
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📍NEW YORK, AMERICA
Life is not a bed of roses. You always not get what you want. Sometimes you have to snatch what you want either by hook or by crook and taking decisions as per your heart in this cruel world is same as deliberately dancing in front of snakes. Hence let the heart be in hibernation for life, the mind rule and others bow down when you pass them.
The tires of my red bugatti finally came to halt on the driveway, in front of the giant farmhouse surrounded by greenery and fierce looking guards. In my 27 years of life I never thought of wearing the red tainted gown in a funeral, but today I am going to do so even after knowing how the fucks would react. Can you guess in whose funeral? It's my dad's, the 'deceased' Ranvijay Raghavan.
Sounds amusing?
It should because you are entering my damn world and here nothing goes sane. Nothing.
I clutched the steering wheel more firmly of my red Bugatti Chiron which was on rest, my grip expressing the mix of emotions. My face was as clear as always, no emotion visible. The bouquet of the white lily lied beside me. I paid a glance to it. The plan was already set, now was the time to execute it. I stepped out of the car with the bouquet in my hand. I was already 5'8 yet I appeared more tall because of the heels.
I was standing on the primary entrance from where the lawn of the farmhouse was clearly visible and visible were the demons in face of humans, laughing and enjoying a funeral like a party.
I curled my fingers inside, forming a fist to control my boiling anger. Advancing inside with steady and slow steps, I caught everyone's attention. They looked at me like I was an alien from other planet. They were all dressed in black formals as one should in a memorial. I was the only odd one out, adorned in straight red long gown with a long slit cut on a side.
I didn't even flinch or look at them even after their taunting remarks reached my ears. The click pf my heels echoed along my way. My steps paused before the frame of my father which was kept on a huge table. He was too good looking even at the age of 57. My orbs were after him, ditto hazel ones. A necklace of flower was placed on his frame from edge to edge. My eyes grew cold and numb. My hand immediately lifted to shove the choker off the frame. It broke into pieces in one jerk.
My face still showed no emotion while everyone stood at their place in shock, their murmurings growing fast. I firmly deposited the bouquet in front of him and joined my hands together before closing my eyes to mumble a promise.
"The Conspirators will be killed brutally, no mercy, no kindness, no pity. If hate goes for hate then death goes for death."
I said within myself. Nobody heard it except the devil inside me which was waiting for avenge and blood. The bouquet was a symbol of my promise not any homage. Afterall homage is for the dead not the living ones. My eyes opened slowly. I could still hear the whispering of the guests.
