Prologue

"Don't worry, I could keep you safe,

They're all afraid of me".

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"Can't live with him,

Can't live without him".

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Attired in her black dress covering her knees she laid back on the bed with her hands thrown on either side. She shone beautifully in the black dress on the white bed under the light. Her eyes wrinkled as feeling the slight consciousness slowly coming back to the senses, her hand came to her head to massage it to ease the pain. Not long she woke up and opened her eyes only to realize that she is laying on the bed in some particular room.

Slowly she got up from the bed with her weight added to her arms, hands supporting her to get up. Again with her hand massaging her head, she tried to remember what happened before she went unconscious. And then she remembered. Her breath hitched remembering how he, her husband had shoved a piece of cloth into her face and made her breathe the substance. Tears jammed more knowing that her husband isn't a common man but a mafia. Mafia of Russia. She no more wants to stay with him. She tried to escape but he bought her into this room and strangely the room felt too different. As if it is moving or maybe her mind isn't in a straight condition yet. And as soon as she realized that she is in his captive a sudden desperation grew in her to escape from there. Going to the door she tried to open it but it didn't. Later after studying it, she realized that it is a sliding door and she pushed it to the side and came out of the room. Thankfully it isn't locked. She tried to walk straight but yet staggered out and immediately took the support of the line-wise chairs while she was falling and her eyes grew to widen immediately. It's not her brain about being straight or not. It is the place she is in. She is in a freaking plane. And she can guess it is already flying in the air. She can see through the window. Her heart clogged up and tension dripped into her system. How is she supposed to escape? Her breath became short as more tears ran through her eyes. A small sob left her mouth. Though it is a plane it looked a little more complicated than usual. If not escape she can at least hide. With that thought, she moved front still not in the position to walk properly, and eventually her heels clicked as she staggered making enough sound to gain the attention. Trying to stable herself she looked ahead and felt dread when she saw a face peeking through the seat as he sat down. Her legs shook in fear as looking at him as he have cold eyes and an emotionless face. Her face paled up looking at him. Her husband Andrey. No. He is not Andrey. He is D'Arcy.

He slowly got up from the seat, making his way to her with his eyes dead-fixed on her. Seeing him coming near to her she moved back in fear still clutching to the seat. But in no time he is already by her side as she tried her best to move back away from him. Reaching her he took her hand into his and tried to pull her when she showed resistance. So he pulled her using force and she fell into his embrace with her hand between their bodies. She tried to make a distance when he wind up his arm around her and made it impossible. She didn't give up and tried to part away from him more and more but he didn't let her.

"Leave me". She let out a small crying voice as she tried to push him away but he tightened his arm around her. Desperation grew more in her when she requested.

"Leave me..... Please.... I beg you leave me".

She begged him but he only continued to look at her admiring her futile struggles. His finger wiped away the tears and trailed her outline features finding her more beautiful though she is still crying. She was still struggling when his lips crashed on hers strongly and her punches on him grew more and more. She made mewled sounds in protest and kept on punching him but he was devouring her. Eventually, he got the chance to enter her mouth and he sucked her tongue more and more. Her struggles died down as she stopped punching but her body was jerking with the sobs and hiccups. His hands ran over her body and he slowly parted away from her catching her in his arms. Still crying she looked at him with pleading eyes and asked him.

"Please.... leave me..... Let me go". She asked him again and he only shook his head.

"I already said that i will never let you go lyubov'". (Love).

Still trapped in his arms she looked up at him with her beady eyes.

"P-please". She begged and next thing is his hand reaching into his pocket and she followed his hand. Her eyes gaped at him when he took out familiar cloth from his pocket and her struggles grew more and wild.

"N-no. No. Please. Please don't". She don't want to get unconscious again. What if she losses the chance to escape again. And she cannot trust him any more. She struggled more and more but he he shoved the cloth in her face near her nose and she stopped her breathing.

"It's okay malysh-ka (babygirl). Just breath. Just breath. It's gonna be fine". He cooed her and she only felt disgusted at how sweetly he is confronting her. More tears ran down from her eyes and suddenly she had to take a large gulp of breath. She tried to struggle and not lose consciousness but at last, she falls limp in his hold.

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She sat there in a fetal position leaning to the wall on the ground just side their bed. Her eyeballs moved thinking about what he would do to her after knowing the thing. The worst scenarios flashed in front of her eyes when people betrayed him. The worst is keeping them alive in their death state and torturing them.

Just then he entered by opening the door, his eyes already fixed on her while she looked at him trying to figure out his intentions. They are void. Nothing could be shown. His face is stern yet neutrally blank not giving any kind of hints of his future actions.

Still looking at her he calmly closed the door, his eyes still glaring at her. Staring at her for a moment or so, he took his usual calm yet resonating steps toward her with a pile of folded paper in his hands. Coming to her he stood near her, his black polished pointed shoes touching her tender feet which are barely exposed out of her dress in a curled up position. She looked up at him while he too looked at her. All the time his eyes are dead fixed on her not missing for a single millisecond.

Crouching down slowly to her level he smacked the pile of papers in his other hand causing her to flinch as her shoulders rose with a small inaudible gasp. He looked at her keenly almost broken but with masked emotions. He stared into her eyes sincerely with the love he have for her. His eyes drank her beautiful features in.

Those beautiful eyes, luscious lips, strawberry cheeks, a cute chin, and a small pointed nose. Out of all, her lower lip worked well in seduction for him though she did nothing. His blue eyes kept on staring at her admiring her like every time he does until her throat bopped as her lips twitched slightly in tension and that's when he came out of the tipsy of her seduction. His eyes, mind, and heart asked him to take more looks at her body but he knows this is not the time. Not when she betrayed him.

A heavy disappointment filled in his heart as the betrayal rock crushed his heart brutally. He exhaled in pain at the heartbroken thing she did for him, while all he did was love her and claim her.

Raising his finger to her like a parent to a child in a warning manner he asked. But his aura looked dangerous.

"I'm going to ask one thing and you have to answer me only in one word. Either yes or no. No answers are other than that are allowed from your mouth. Understand"?

She didn't reply instead she just looked at him intently while his emotions showed nothing but his words holding the warning. At last, she gave a curt nod and he exhaled before dropping the hand and asking her.

"Just say me one word. Did you betray me or not"?

He already knows that she betrayed him. But he wants to listen from her mouth. It might be the opposite answer of all the proofs. Whether she betrayed him or not, he wanted to listen to only one word. That is No. It doesn't matter if she betrayed him. One 'no' from her and he is going to believe it though it is a lie. He is going to blind all the proofs that are pointing at her. One no from her and they will live like every day.

Her eyes roamed all over his face wondering what to say. Truth or lie? What benefits her and him?

She knows what consequences will be held if she says yes. He is not a person to leave the person alive once they betrayed him. The same goes for everyone. But she has to say yes. Only by this, she is going to get her freedom.

On one side he was searching for the answer while her mind started playing the flashbacks in her head.

She remembered how he asked, begged, and threatened the information in return for her freedom. He promised her in returning her freedom, and her normal life back in the information exchange. At the sudden offer, she became too greedy and blind for her wishes and freedom. She so wanted to have her freedom and her normal life back.

"Adhira".

His voice resonated through the room and she snapped out of her flashback. His voice came out with his twitched eyebrows waiting for her impatiently for the answer. And then, she answered . . . . the thing that he didn't want to hear.

"Yes". She replied. She said yes. His brows loosen the knot on hearing her as his body unknowingly his leaning position straightened up slowly. He looked at her with a hint of disbelief but then his expressions are too masked to judge anything.

He knew. He knew that she betrayed him. But he still chooses to blind them. Because suspecting leads to seizing every proof as evidence of the crime. So he refused to believe anything about the suspect or evidence. But today it was crystal clear. She said it with her mouth. He didn't think she would do that. Judging by her character he thought that she would be like a sincere wife supporting her husband. If not supporting at least keeping his trust. Why did she betray him? Why?

"I'm giving you a chance Explain! Explain Why you betrayed me". His voice came out hoarse asking her impatiently. He wants to listen to her explain. Maybe, because she was forced to betray him. Maybe she was tricked or manipulated or brainwashed or she might be in a helpless situation. Maybe that's why. That's why she betrayed him. His wife Adhira is the sweetest and the most innocent in the whole fucking world. She is not a person who gives up or mmakesblunder to blunder mistakes in a relationship. She is the best one to keep their relationship in line. He knows that.

"Answer me".

"As you said you do not want to hear other than yes or no from me, I refuse to answer anything other than that. My answer is just a 'yes' indicating that I betrayed you".

Her voice is straight in a robotic tone as if she practiced saying that, or more like forcing herself not wanting to show her weak side. But at last, her chin wobbled a little as tears jammed in her eyes making her lower her eyes hiding them under big eyelashes.

"Just fucking answer me god damn it. FUCKING ANSWER". He roared at her.

"A yes or no is enough". She replied still maintaining the same attitude.

"Do. Not. Play. With. Me Adhira. Just do not. FUCKING ANSWER ME. JUST FUCKING ANSWER ME". He roared at her breathing heavily in anger.

She looked up at him fiercely, glaring at him while a tear passed down from the corner of her eye.

"You ask me why? Isn't it the dumbest question you ask me? You deceived me. You betrayed me. You made me believe in a false you, you made me believe in a fake identity. And out of nowhere you are a mafia and kidnapped me, caged me here and you still ask me why I betrayed you? Aren't these reasons enough for me to betray you".

"I don't want to live here. Not with you. Not with someone who deceived me, who betrayed me. Not with a mafia".

Straightening her position, looking at him with raised eyebrows she answered with attitude as the tears wetted her cheeks.

"In the exchange for my freedom and normal life I exchanged the information with them. You see, it's simple. I betrayed you for my life".

"Do you understand, Ii betray----

Before she complete her sentence her face turned to the right with a hand on her cheek. She didn't feel anything, but slowly that stinging pain crawled down her cheek. It hurt like hell. Yes, he slapped her. He slapped her hard.

He looked at her broken as a tear passed right from his eye and disappeared as if he never cried.

Raising her head she looked at him with a hint of disbelief in her eyes. He slapped her. But she knows that this would happen. She expected much worse. Probably death according to her experience.

Now his expressions are visible. He looked broken rather than angry. He looked like a man who is in pain. Another tear passed as he inhaled audibly and exhaled as if it is releasing his pain. But something looked more in him. The heaviness in his heart. Or might be the decision he took.

His hand reached to her face making her flinch as her eyes flickered snapping them between his fingers and him in a split second. But his forefinger only traced the outline of her face from her loose hairline to her chin adoring her features as if he is going to miss them in the future. His thumb rubbed her cheek gently caressing them, his eyes showing the sincerity of his affection and action but also holding the hint of broken feeling and missing feeling.

"You wanted to be free that badly".

"From me"?

"To this extent". He asked her, the back of his hand smoothly rubbing her jaw and cheek. His thumb caressed her lower lip from one end to the other end.

"Fine then. I will leave you. I will release you from this cage---".

Now his eyes spared the time to look into her eyes and his hand took her hand in his.

"----Not because you wanted. It's because that is the only thing I could do other than hurting you".

His teeth ground with each other as he said.

"I'm afraid-----afraid that I might hurt you someday and I'm fucking more afraid that regret eats me like shit when I do that to you". His face twisted in anger saying that as his hand-applied more pressure making her yelp in pain.

With a hiss sound, he pointed his finger to her aggressively and said in his tears gritting his teeth.

"Hsss. I fucking loved you, I loved you so much and I never once treated you badly. I showed you my love in the most possible way ever. I made efforts in convincing you to accept the real me but you fucking betrayed me. YOU FUCKING BETRAYED ME. I agree I deceived you, I agree I betrayed you but this isn't the right thing for you to do to me. My men lost their lives because of you. I betrayed you and you betrayed me but it is a different thing for you to do this to me".

"But the feelings are mutual Andrey. . . . . They are mutual. The pain that we feel, knowing that our loved ones betrayed us is mutual. You can't blame me. I felt the same. But in your case, betrayal costs things, Andrey". She said referring to the lives of his men.

His jaw clenched as the hot tears trailed out of his eyes and it hurt her for making him cry. Deceived or not, betrayal or not, she loved him and it hurts her when she sees him crying. Never once did he cries in front of her, not at least like this broken. That didn't feel well with her.

"I fucking love you enough to let you go". Saying that he slammed the papers on her face for which she caught them.

"You betrayed me for your freedom... Since you hate living with me, let's separate our ways".

It took a last-minute moment for her to catch what he is saying. Her eyes showed astonishment at listening to his words. He is divorcing her? Finally?

"I'm giving you a home in India in your name. You will be living only there. And this isn't a saying, it is a warning. So you better not show your tantrums and fucking live in the house which I gave you. I'll come back again if in case I feel that our accounts are not cleared yet. Or in case, if my heart still burns in your betrayal I'll come to you. Until then don't show me your face".

Saying that in one swift movement, his mighty figure stood up and turned around on his heels walking away from her. He opened the door and slammed it on his way out for which she strangely felt the creaking sound audible enough as if it is mocking her, saying to her that the door for her to his heart is closed just like the door of the room.

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But little did she know, that he left the keys with her for his door to the heart on his way back.