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The darkroom echoed with the screams of a person who was being tortured miserably. Some men wearing a black tuxedo had surrounded him with a stern expression on their faces as if his screams did not affect them. A man sat in front of that person who was shrieking in pain as he cut his fingers mercilessly. He took a dagger and stabbed it right in his chest making the suffering man scream the last time. He threw the dagger which made a heart-wrenching sound and walked out of the room. He wiped his blood-stained hand and changed his shirt which had bloodstains. His eyes were icy blue with no emotions even after killing someone so heartlessly. He looked at Ron, one of his most trusted men who was standing beside him.
"I want his body to be buried today!" The man said in his gruff voice which echoed in the room void of any sound. Ron just nodded his head in the way of yes with his eyes fixated on the floor. Nobody had the guts to speak against his words. He was the Mafia King, who was known to kill any person viciously who did not obey him or betray him.
"Sir, you need to attend your wedding," Ron informed him to which the man just bobbed his head in a way of yes instructing something to his men he left his cabin while his men bowed in respect.
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'Not all storms come to disrupt your life, some come to clear your path.'
A girl traced those words written in a book, placing them back on the table. She looked at the dark sky with a lot of questions in her mind. The only thought of getting married to somebody whom she had never met made her feel dreamlike. She had to leave her family but felt no emotions that a bride experiences during her marriage. She was a burden in her maternal house and so they decided to get her married. Her marriage was fixed with a boy of some rich renowned family, is what she had heard from people. The man whom she was getting married to was heartless, who could not tolerate indiscipline is what Rhea, her elder sister said as she helped her get dressed in bridal attire.
Her heartfelt heavy with the only thought of leaving the place where she spent her childhood but she knew these feelings would not be reciprocated by her parents. Her parents hated her from the core of their hearts because she was their first child, a girl. She was allowed to study till 12th class due to the respect of 'Aggarwals' in society. Her marriage was decided when she was six years old, with a boy who was ten years elder than her. As per the deal made, they decided that as soon as she turned eighteen she would have to marry that boy, and here she was all set to marry him.
"Naina.." The girl's mother came into the room breaking her chain of thoughts. Naina was the eldest daughter of Rakesh and Rama Aggarwal. She had a shapely figure with a glossy fair complexion. Her dove-shaped eyes reflected pure innocence which could captivate the hearts of men. Her silky jet-black hairs tumbled over her shoulders adding to her prettiness.
