Glimpse of paradise

CHAPTER -1

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Author's Pov

It's the middle of the night, everything's pitch black, and the world outside feels like it's unraveling. Shops are shutting down, but the darkness isn't the only thing that's creeping in.

It's like something's terribly wrong, a sickness in the heart of the world. You can feel it in the air-this heavy sense of unease.

The streets are crawling with shadows, and you know, deep down, that they're hiding a lot of things.

Illegal activities, the whispers of the Mafia, betrayals that cut deeper than any blade-it's a world where trust is a luxury you can't afford, and danger lurks around every corner.

I mean, who knew that just trying to get through a night could be this terrifying? And right now,

In the heart of this darkness, a beat-up van going through the streets, its occupants hidden within the confines of its metal shell.

Inside, a young man, barely twenty, lay unconscious, his hands bound by a harsh red scarf.

Two burly figures, their faces obscured by the gloom, kept watch, their presence a silent threat, a constant reminder of his captivity.

They are ensuring that the young boy remained securely within their grasp as they navigated the city.

Suddenly, a piercing horn blared, shattering the quiet of the night as something came towards the van.

It was a jarring interruption, a harsh sound that cut through the thick blanket of darkness and silence.

The unexpected blast of the horn echoed through the van, jolting the unconscious boy awake.

His mind, still hazy from the depths of unconsciousness, struggled to grasp the situation. Panic, sharp and immediate, clawed its way into his chest.

Boy's POV

That horn blast, it jolted me awake, and for a split second, I was just totally freaking out. My head was spinning, and I couldn't quite figure out where I was or what was going on. Then, I noticed we'd pulled up, the van grinding to a halt at a red light.

My heart started pounding like a drum solo. I glanced over at those two dudes, the big, beefy guys who'd thrown me in here. They were both kinda slumped over, their eyes half-closed, like they were drifting off to sleep. It was like they'd been drugged or something.

Suddenly, it clicked. Red light, sleepy dudes, a chance to make a run for it. I had to seize the opportunity, but I had to be smart about it.

I slowly looked around, scanning the street, checking for anyone who could help, anyone who might notice me trying to escape.

My mind was racing, trying to figure out the safest way to get out of there, away from those creeps who'd kidnapped me.

With a mix of fear and determination, I started to slowly, painstakingly open the van's side door.

I moved as quietly as possible, trying not to make any noise, but the old metal groaned and grumbled in protest. I knew it was a risk, but I didn't have much choice.

I knew I had seconds, maybe only a few more seconds before they wake up

I pushed with everything I had, trying to get the door open wide enough to squeeze out, but it just wouldn't budge. I was stuck.