My Husband is a Mafia

A Throwback From The Past

Devika's Point Of View:

After a few days I was back in his huge mansion. That mansion had belonged to the father he had murdered. His sister, Meera, was a really good person although her brother was too terrible to be considered human.

That night I was lying on the bed, thinking of the good, old days when my father and brother were with me. I used to smile from within. A tear trickled down my eyes. I wanted to kill him! My life was a living hell because of him! I got off the bed and picked up a knife and stood by the door. I was determined - the moment he would walk in I would murder him! All my sorrows would be over.

The door slowly opened as he walked in. I immediately tried to plunge the knife into his abdomen but he had noticed me. He held the knife just in front of his abdomen. His hand got cut on it. He snatched the knife from my hand and pushed me against the closed door. The knife at my throat. Anger was evident in his eyes which had turned red.

"How dare you!", He said in a low but distinct whisper. Tears ran down my cheeks. He was hurting me. He threw the knife on the ground and held the wound on my left hand tightly. I howled in pain.

"You want to get torchured! Fine. I'll help you.", Saying so he pulled me by the same hand and threw me on the carpeted floor.

I sat holding my hand, howling in pain. He suddenly paused. I looked at him. He looked like he had frozen in horror as he gulped nervously. He looked scared for the first time. He immediately turned and walked out of the room quickly.

Ranveer's Point Of View:

I shut the door behind me. I could feel cold sweat down my forehead. I had goosebumps on my body as I looked around - searching for an isolated place. I immediately found one of the rooms and walked in. I locked myself in it and sat on the floor. A scene from my childhood had become vivid in front of my eyes.

I was around twelve years of age. It was my birthday. The time was around two in the night. I was sleeping in my room when I heard a loud thud. I immediately walked out of my room to my parent's room. I could hear my mom crying for help from within. I looked through the key hole.

My father was standing by the door as my mom was sitting on the carpeted floor, holding her wrist, blood flowing from it. She was howling in pain as tears ran down her cheeks.

Just the way I had seen that girl Devika a few moments ago.

The vein in my forehead was throbbing furiously as I tried hard to get my breath. Tears ran down my eyes for the first time in ten years. They had flowed the last time when I had killed for the first time.

Was I as bad as my father?

A part of my mind said loud and clear, "It is not your fault - you are his blood." I could feel fear build up. Just then I heard a voice from outside the door.

"Ranveer! Are you there?!", It was Meera.

"Leave me alone!", I shot back - my voice filled with fear.

"Devika - she has locked herself in her room. Please do something!", Meera said as I immediately stood up.

I will not let history repeats itself.

I must not.

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