CHAPTER 1

The sun was high in the sky, casting a bright and cheery glow over the crowded marketplace in Mumbai. Shoppers bustled about, haggling with vendors over prices and admiring the colorful wares on display. But for one young woman in the midst of the chaos, the world suddenly darkened.

As she turned a corner, a black SUV roared into view, chasing another car with guns blazing. Panic erupted as bystanders scattered, but the young woman couldn't move. She was frozen, transfixed by the sudden burst of violence.

A gunshot pierced the air, shattering the peace and sending a shockwave through the marketplace. The pursuing car swerved and one of its occupants leaned out, firing another shot that hit the petrol tank of the fleeing vehicle. The sound of the explosion was deafening as the car erupted in flames, sending smoke and debris flying in all directions.

The young woman stood there, dazed and overwhelmed by the sight of death and destruction. She had always known that the mafia existed in Mumbai, but she had never truly understood the depths of their power until now. And as she watched the chaos unfold around her, she realized that this was only the beginning of a long and dangerous journey.

A man dressed in a black tuxedo emerged from the car, his eyes scanning the scene of destruction before him. The young woman watched from a distance, unable to see his face but sensing the danger he exuded. She had never seen someone dressed so formally at a crime scene before, and it only made her more curious.

The man's sharp gaze lingered on the charred remains of the other car for a moment before he pulled out his phone and dialed a number. The young woman strained to listen, but she couldn't make out what he was saying. All she heard was a low murmur before he hung up and slipped the phone back into his pocket.

As the man turned to leave, the young woman caught a glimpse of his face. He was handsome, with chiseled features and piercing blue eyes, but there was a coldness in his expression that sent shivers down her spine. She knew that he was someone she should stay far away from.

The man disappeared into his car, and the young woman watched as it drove away, wondering who he was and what his connection was to the violence she had just witnessed. She couldn't shake the feeling that her life was about to change in ways she could never have imagined.

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As the man in the black suit walked away from the burning car, the young woman struggled to maintain consciousness. She stumbled and fell to her knees, feeling the hard pavement scrape against her skin. She could hear the murmurs of the crowd around her, but their words were muffled and distant.

Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder, shaking her gently. "Hey, are you okay?" a voice asked, and she looked up to see a concerned stranger peering down at her. He helped her to her feet, and she swayed unsteadily as she tried to regain her bearings.

"What happened?" she asked, her voice trembling.

The stranger shook his head. "I don't know. Looks like some kind of gang violence or something. It's not safe here. You should go home."

The young woman nodded numbly, her mind still reeling from the shock of what she had just witnessed. As she stumbled away from the scene, she couldn't shake the feeling that she had stumbled into a world she didn't understand. She knew she had to find out more, but at what cost?

As she returned home and tried to put the events of the day behind her, she couldn't help but feel drawn to the man in the black suit. Who was he, and what was his connection to the violence she had just witnessed? She knew she had to find out, even if it meant putting her own life at risk.

3 hours before the incident….

The young woman lay on her bed, her chest rising and falling rhythmically with each breath. Her long, chestnut hair spilled across her pillow in soft waves, framing her peaceful face. Even in sleep, she was strikingly beautiful, with high cheekbones, full lips, and a delicate nose.

Her room was a sanctuary of soft pinks and whites, with fluffy pillows and plush blankets covering the bed. The walls were painted a pale pink, with white lace curtains filtering the sunlight that streamed through the window. A vase of fresh flowers sat on the nightstand beside her bed, filling the room with their sweet fragrance.

The young woman's room was small but cozy, with a simple white desk and a matching dresser tucked neatly against the wall. Her closet was open, revealing an array of colorful dresses and skirts that hung neatly on hangers.

As she slept, the young woman's dreams were filled with visions of adventure and excitement.

The morning sun was just beginning to peek through the curtains, casting a warm golden glow over the young woman's face. Birds chirped outside her window, their cheerful melodies filling the room with the promise of a new day.

As the sun's rays grew stronger, they began to creep across the young woman's peaceful face. She stirred slightly in her sleep, her lashes fluttering as if trying to keep the bright light out of her eyes. But it was no use - the sun was determined to wake her up.

Finally, with a soft sigh, the young woman's eyes opened. She blinked several times, adjusting to the bright light that flooded her room. She stretched her arms above her head, feeling the soft sheets and fluffy pillows cradle her body.

As she lay there, basking in the warmth of the morning sun, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the beauty of the day. She listened to the birds outside, their cheerful songs a reminder of the simple joys of life.

But her peace was short-lived. Little did she know that the events of the day would shatter her idyllic existence and thrust her into a dangerous world she never could have imagined?

As the young woman sat up in bed, she couldn't help but smile. The warmth of the morning sun flooded her room, chasing away the remnants of her sleep and filling her with a sense of peace and contentment.

Her face was relaxed, her features softened by the gentle light that surrounded her. She brushed her hair back from her face, revealing a clear complexion and sparkling brown eyes that danced in the sunlight.

As she sat there, taking in the beauty of the day, a sense of anticipation filled her. She knew that something wonderful was waiting for her, even if she didn't know exactly what it was.

Her smile grew wider, and she let out a small sigh of contentment. For a moment, all was right in the world, and she was grateful for the simple pleasures of life - the warmth of the sun, the sound of the birds, and the promise of a new day.

She got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom, turning on her music system along the way. Music was her passion, and she enjoyed listening to it whenever she had the chance.

Once inside the bathroom, she went through her usual morning routine - brushing her teeth, washing her face, and applying some moisturizer. As she washed her face, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and smiled at the sight of her messy bed hair. She loved how her hair looked in the morning, wild and free.

After finishing her morning routine, she decided to take a relaxing bath. She turned on the hot water and added some of her favorite lavender body wash to the tub, enjoying the sweet scent that filled the air. As she soaked in the tub, she closed her eyes and let the warmth of the water wash over her.

Once done, she wrapped herself in a fluffy towel and stepped out of the bath. She looked at herself in the mirror, admiring the way her skin glowed after the bath. She decided to leave her hair open, letting the wet strands fall over her shoulders. She then walked to her closet and picked out a beautiful floral dress, feeling happy and alive. She knew it was going to be a good day.

The girl descended the stairs and reached the ground floor. She walked into the living room where her father was sitting in his favorite armchair, reading the newspaper. The living room was cozy and comfortable, with a warm atmosphere that made it feel like home. The walls were painted in a soft shade of cream, and the wooden floors were polished to a shine. A comfortable sofa sat opposite the armchair, with a coffee table in the middle.

As she walked into the kitchen, she saw her mother cooking breakfast on the stove. The kitchen was small but functional, with a tiled backsplash and a small breakfast nook in one corner. The cabinets were made of wood, with glass doors that showcased the dishes and cups inside. The countertops were made of granite, with a sink in the middle.

The rest of the house was just as comfortable and welcoming. The bedrooms were decorated with colorful bedspreads and curtains, with a few pieces of furniture that had been passed down through the family. There were family photos on the walls, and a few pieces of art that the family had collected over the years. The bathroom was small but clean, with a shower and a tub.

Overall, the house was not luxurious, but it was a place where the family could relax and be themselves. The furnishings were simple but well-chosen, with a few personal touches that made it feel like home. It was a happy, comfortable, and welcoming space that reflected the family's values and personality.

She was about to go inside of the kitchen to help her mom. Just then her phone rang. As the girl picked up the call, she could hear the excited voices of her best friend and sister on the other end. They were both talking at once, laughing and shouting in excitement. The girl had to hold the phone away from her ear for a moment to avoid the noise.

"What's going on?" she asked, trying to make sense of their words.

"Guess what? We're coming to visit you!" her sister exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement.

The girl's heart skipped a beat. Her sister lived far away, and she hadn't seen her in months. The thought of seeing her again filled her with joy.

"When? How long are you staying?" the girl asked eagerly.

"We'll be there in a couple of days, and we're staying for a whole week!" her best friend chimed in.

The girl felt a sudden rush of happiness. She couldn't wait to show them around the city and spend time with them. She thanked them and ended the call, feeling grateful for the unexpected surprise.

As she walked into the kitchen, she couldn't stop thinking about their upcoming visit. She smiled as she saw her mother cooking breakfast, feeling grateful for her family and friends. She decided to help her mother prepare the food, feeling happy and content in her comfortable home.