Anahit the only daughter of a police commissionar of Delhi got tangled with a mafia mistakenly...
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Anahita wakes up early, with the soft glow of morning light streaming through her curtains. The room is filled with the gentle warmth of dawn, casting a golden hue across her space. She stretches, feeling the cool morning air, and takes a deep breath to savor the quiet before the day begins...
After getting out of bed, Anahita heads to the kitchen to brew a cup of herbal tea. She watches the water boil as she takes in the peaceful silence, occasionally interrupted by birds chirping outside. With her tea ready, she curls up by the window, wrapped in a cozy sweater, and lets herself ease into the day, enjoying a few moments of tranquility...
As she sips her tea, she mentally organizes her schedule, thinking through the tasks and goals for the day ahead. It's a calm, thoughtful moment that lets her center herself before the busyness begins. The quiet beauty of the morning feels like her own personal retreat...
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As Anahita walks home in the quiet of the evening, her thoughts are on the day she completed—a productive one, and she’s looking forward to relaxing for the night. But as she turns down a dimly lit alley, she notices someone slumped against the wall, covered in blood, his breaths labored. Her instincts tell her to walk away, but something compels her to approach...
The man, a striking figure with sharp, intense eyes, manages to look up, meeting her gaze with a mix of exhaustion and warning. It's clear he's in pain, though he’s trying to maintain his composure. Anahita quickly assesses the situation, realizing he’s been badly injured, likely in a violent encounter. Without thinking twice, she kneels beside him, her heart racing as she tries to help stabilize him...
What she doesn't realize at first is that this isn't just any injured man. This is Luca Moretti, a feared Mafia boss from Italy. When he finally speaks, his voice is both commanding and weary, asking her why she stopped to help. She brushes off the question, focused on getting him the aid he needs, but in the back of her mind, she can sense this night will be one she’ll never forget...
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Despite her nerves, Anahita decides to bring the injured man to her home, supporting his weight as they walk cautiously through the empty streets. Once inside, she lays him on her couch, her heart pounding as she takes in the severity of his injuries. With trembling hands, she gathers her first-aid supplies and begins tending to his wounds, cleaning away blood and carefully bandaging cuts...
Throughout, he watches her intently, his gaze unreadable but tinged with a curiosity and surprise that someone—a stranger—would go to such lengths for him. He tries to sit up, but Anahita quickly tells him to stay still. In response, he gives a slight, almost appreciative smile, as if he isn’t used to anyone giving him orders...
As the night deepens, they fall into a tense silence. She asks him if he wants her to call for help, but he refuses, insisting that he’ll be fine with just her care for the night. Though she’s still unaware of who he really is, there’s an unmistakable aura of power and mystery surrounding him that keeps her cautious...
Finally, after his wounds are treated and exhaustion begins to settle over both of them, he introduces himself, in a low, gravelly voice, as Luca Moretti. The name sends a chill down her spine as she realizes the gravity of what she’s just done. Yet, even with that knowledge, she can’t deny that she’s curious—drawn to the enigmatic man whose life she has just saved...
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With a steadying breath, Anahita decides to introduce herself, hoping to ease the tension in the room. She brushes a strand of hair from her face and meets his intense gaze, feeling a mix of nervousness and determination...
"My name is Anahita," she says quietly, her voice calm but her heart racing. "I didn’t think twice about helping, so… here we are."
Luca studies her with a newfound interest, his eyes briefly softening as if he's surprised by her straightforwardness. “Anahita…” he repeats, as if testing the name on his tongue, then gives a slight nod, acknowledging her courage. There's an unspoken understanding between them—one of gratitude on his end and lingering apprehension on hers...
She quickly adds, "You should rest. We can figure out what happens next in the morning."
With a small nod, Luca settles back, and Anahita pulls a blanket over him, leaving him to rest. As she steps away, she’s keenly aware that her life may have just taken a turn she never anticipated, all because of a single choice made in a dimly lit alley...
