Chapter 1

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The alleys were dark in affirmation of the constitution of work they witnessed each rolling day and night.
The only sheen of of glimmer came from a woman , tall and proud in pristine whiteness .
She shadowed her shimmering emeralds from the eyes of  the crime a few feet away.

She couldn't risk the leak of even a tiny bit of softness from those velvety cushions of love that shone in times of 
utter bliss.
It popped in mind the principal reason for her existence. She is darkness cascaded in lights of love.

She is Romalina Dejiva , the mafia queen.

She is a storm of unbridled strength mirroring the woman who shaped her.
"Dispose" a  blunt command catching the attention of every soul in the vicinity.

Returning to the only love she has known she smiles to herself troubling the ever inquisitive conscience of her driver.
The poor man wonders how could this darkness reside in any woman . Are they not known to be fragile , forgiving , fulfilled with love and emotions .

Darkness chuckles humourlessly

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Darkness chuckles humourlessly . Who would guide this poor old man that numbness resides in the mere cells of every being .
It is just the grapple(struggle) that channels it out.

Even before those unyielding feets land on the threshold of her solace she is greeted by two pair of arms

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Even before those unyielding feets land on the threshold of her solace she is greeted by two pair of arms .
One securing her legs and the other her waist.

And the facade cracks and here comes a loving wife and mother.
Moving inside she is greeted by two stoic faces smiling internally a fact she relishes to have the privilege to know.

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She is enveloped in the cocoon of her parents love .
"My beautiful baby girl" her father whispers. It's strange that one loses the count of clock ticking when love flows in air .

She finds herself in her study taking in the features of a dusty old diary .
She begins a saga of  pain, betrayal , strength , peace but mostly importantly love.

She reads,
" The story of a man who found his strength in the woman he loved and the woman who found her solace in this man. "

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