Viktor could no longer remain still. Seeing Alia's helplessness, all his rage melted away instantly. With his blood-stained hands, he pulled her into a tight embrace (Joriye dhore), as if this hug was the only shield against all the storms of the world.
Viktor began kissing her (Chumu de) repeatedly on her forehead and hair. His voice was now soft and calm.
Viktor: "Nothing happened... nothing at all. Calm down, Alia. What you did wasn't of your own will. I know that wasn't really you."
Alia calmed down slightly in the warmth of Viktor's chest, but Viktor's gaze was fixed on something far deeper. He realized a terrifying truth. He understood that their sudden violence and insanity weren't just common psychological issues. It was all because of the Blue-colored DNA flowing through their veins.
Because of this mysterious Blue DNA, a strange and supernatural change was occurring within both of them. Whenever their emotions reached a peak, this DNA would take control of their brains, making them bloodthirsty. Viktor realized they were both part of a scientific or perhaps cursed experiment that was transforming them from humans into something else.
Looking into Alia's eyes, Viktor whispered to himself
Viktor: (Thinking) "This blue blood is uniting us, but it will also destroy us. The blue color of our DNA has now become the color of our destiny."
In the darkness of that Russian night, Viktor held Alia close, but an unknown fear took root in his mind. Only he knew how deep and dangerous the secret of this Blue DNA truly was. A short while later, Viktor's personal doctor arrived at the room. The atmosphere was filled with an eerie, heavy silence.
Alia was mechanically bandaging Viktor's hand. Her movements were robotic, and her gaze was fixed. She was not looking at anyone, not even into Viktor's eyes. Her entire focus was on that wound, as if by bandaging it, she was trying to heal the fractures in her own mind.
On the other side, Anna was fixing her brother Viktor's hair. Brushing away the sweat and the disheveled locks from his forehead, she tried to soothe him. Seeing her brother in such a wrecked state, Anna's eyes brimmed with tears.
At that exact moment, Alia's brother Ivan rushed into the room like a whirlwind. Seeing his sister in this condition broke his heart. Ivan quickly went to Alia and placed his hand on his sister's head. At the touch of her brother, Alia seemed to completely crumble.
Without a second's delay, Ivan picked Alia up in his arms (Kole tule ne). He wanted to take his beloved sister away from this blood-soaked obsession and the cursed environment of the blue DNA.
Ivan: "Calm down, little sister. I'm here. No one will hurt you anymore."
Viktor, with his hand still being bandaged, looked at Ivan. There was no longer any laughter of friendship between the two former classmates; only a deep, hollow void. Before carrying Alia out of the room, Ivan threw a sharp glance at Viktor, signaling that Viktor's dark world was tearing his sister's life apart.
In the cold Russian night, a melancholic silence descended under the doctor's watch. Alia closed her eyes against Ivan's shoulder, while Viktor stared at his bandaged hand, pondering the mysterious consequences of the Blue DNA After watching Ivan carry Alia away, a strange emptiness and restlessness consumed Viktor. He took a sip of water from a glass, trying to cool the volcano erupting inside him. His eyes remained fixed on the door.
Suddenly, Viktor turned to Anna and spoke in a deep, stern voice—
Viktor: "Anna, go call my father (Amar baba ke deke an) right now. I need to speak with him."
Anna was startled by Viktor's demand. Their father, the former head of this mafia empire, was an extremely harsh and formidable man. Calling him in the middle of the night meant something was gravely wrong.
Anna: (In a frightened voice) "But brother... Father, at this hour? He's resting. Besides, if he sees you and Bhabhi in this state, he'll be furious."
Viktor grew even more infuriated at Anna's hesitation. His bandaged hand clenched into a fist. He let out a thunderous roar
Viktor: (In a rage) "I said bring him (An bolchi)! I don't want to hear any 'buts'. Anna, don't you understand that the situation is spiraling out of control? That blue DNA will destroy us. Only Father knows where this curse began. Leave, now! Bring him here!"
Anna didn't dare wait another second. Seeing her brother's fierce temper and obsession, she hurried out of the room toward their father's quarters.
Left alone, Viktor paced the room. Outside the window, the Russian sky was still shrouded in dark clouds. Viktor knew his father held the keys to many dark truths about the blue DNA that had been kept secret for far too long. Tonight, it wasn't just blood being spilled it was time for old secrets to be unmasked.Ivan carried Alia swiftly into their own grand palace. As soon as he entered through the main gates, he began shouting for his parents, his voice filled with despair and suppressed rage.
Ivan: "Father! Mother! Come quickly! Look at what has happened to your daughter!"
Hearing their son's voice, Ivan's father, Faisal Rahman Chowdhury Zarin, and mother, Elena Mikhailovna isrovona Volkova, rushed down the stairs. Elena let out a terrified scream at the sight of Alia bloodied and unconscious, while Faisal's face turned grave.
As soon as Ivan laid Alia on the sofa, he turned to his father, pointing a finger in direct confrontation. His eyes were filled with nothing but resentment.
Ivan: (In intense fury) "Father, you and your friend Alexeyevich Petrov Stepanovich are responsible for Alia's condition today! What game have you two been playing with Viktor and Alia's lives? Why did you conduct that cursed blue DNA experiment on them?"
Faisal stood frozen. Ivan didn't stop; he continued to shout
Ivan: "In the name of friendship, you turned your own children into laboratory rats. Viktor and Alia are thirsting for each other's blood today only because of your madness. Your and Stepanovich's ambition has pushed my sister to the brink of death! Answer me, Father, why did you do this?"
Elena Mikhailovna looked at her husband with a skeptical gaze, as if she too had been harboring this truth for a long time. In the vast hallway of the palace, every word from Ivan struck Faisal like a whip. Along with the cold Russian air, the scent of an old secret conspiracy filled the room one where Viktor and Alia were the ultimate victims. Hearing Ivan's accusations, Faisal Rahman Chowdhury Jarin showed no remorse; instead, his jaw tightened. He stepped forward and silenced his son with an extremely cold and stern voice.
Faisal: "Enough, Ivan! Stop right there. What I have done and why I did it is my personal business. I don't feel the need to give you any explanation about my decisions or my deals with Stepanovich. What business is it of yours?"
Hearing such heartless words from his father, Ivan felt his heart shatter. He could no longer hold back his tears. Holding Alia's blood-stained hand, he broke down.
Ivan: (Sobbing) "Shut up, Father... for God's sake, just shut up! Are you even human? Seeing your daughter in this state, you still call it a 'personal matter'? Your filthy experiment is destroying my sister!"
Hearing "Shut up" from his son, Faisal flew into a rage. His eyes were flashing with fury. He bellowed at Ivan, his voice echoing through the hall.
Faisal: "How dare you, Ivan! You tell me to shut up? What's done is done; that is in the past. But by what courage do you look into my eyes and speak to me like this? Do not forget, this empire and this power were given by me. Do not try to cross your limits!"
Elena Mikhailovna stood by, watching the conflict between her husband and son in shock. Alia remained unconscious on the sofa, while every corner of the palace grew heavy with Faisal's angry voice and Ivan's tears. The mystery of the Blue DNA in Viktor and Alia's bodies was pushing the love of both families behind a massive, toxic wall.Faisal's stern exterior crumbled the moment he looked at Alia's pale face. Perhaps the father in him finally woke up, but it was too late. He sat beside Alia and spoke with immense guilt—
Faisal: "My child... forgive me. I didn't realize this blue DNA would become such a curse for your lives. I only wanted to make you both stronger."
Alia opened her eyes in a semi-conscious state. Hearing this confession, tears rolled down her cheeks. She asked in a very faint voice—
Alia: "Why did you do this, Father? Were we not your children, or were we just toys in your laboratory?"
Hearing Alia's heartbreaking question, her mother Elena Mikhailovna could no longer contain herself. She stood up against Faisal like a tigress, her maternal instincts overriding all fear. She screamed in Russian
Elena: (Screaming in Russian) "Что ты сделал с моей дочерью?! Ты монстр! Как ты мог использовать собственного ребенка в своих экспериментах?" What have you done to my daughter?! You are a monster! How could you use your own child in your experiments?)
Faisal stood stunned at Elena's fury. Amidst the intense conflict between her parents and the agony surging through her body, Alia completely broke down. She covered her ears with both hands and began to cry like a child.
Alia: (In a sobbing voice) "Ammu! Oh Ammu... stop it, both of you! I can't take it anymore. Something is happening inside me, I don't recognize myself! Save me..."
Ivan quickly pulled his sister into an embrace. In that Russian palace, there was nothing but the sound of wailing. One father's ambition had pushed his entire family toward an uncertain destruction. On the other side, the atmosphere in Viktor's palace had grown even more volatile. When Viktor's father, Alexeyevich Petrov Stepanovich, entered the room, Viktor was burning with pain and fury. Raising his bandaged hand in front of his father's eyes, Viktor began a heated confrontation.
Viktor: "Father! Look with your own eyes at what you've done to me! Today, Alia and I are playing with each other's blood. We are turning from humans into beasts. Is this your love? Is this your gift?"
Stepanovich stood perfectly still. His eyes held more of a cold gravity than remorse. Looking out the window, he spoke in a chillingly calm voice—
Stepanovich: "Viktor, whatever I did, I did for the strength of our lineage. It is better to be a powerful monster than to live weak. That blue DNA will make you invincible."
Hearing such reasoning from his father, Viktor's rage knew no bounds. He smashed an expensive vase on the table, shattering it to pieces.
Viktor: (In a piercing roar) "I don't want to be invincible! I just wanted to be a normal man who could love his wife not hurt her. You and Faisal Chowdhury have poisoned our bodies with laboratory venom. Do you know what I saw in Alia's eyes today? I saw pure hatred and fear for me!"
Stepanovich finally looked at Viktor and gave a small, cold smile. "Hatred and fear are the true strengths of the mafia, Viktor. You don't understand today, but one day you will thank me."
Viktor: "Never! If anything happens to Alia, I will forget that you are my father. I will tear down this empire of blue blood with my own hands!"
In the darkness of that Russian night, the clash between father and son was not just a family feud; it was the start of a bloody rebellion against a cruel past. When Stepanovich heard that Alia wasn't there, his gaze grew even harsher. He looked at Viktor and asked with utter disdain
Stepanovich: "Where is Alia? Why is she out in this state?"
Viktor stared out the window and replied in a detached tone
Viktor: "Her brother took her. She's at her father's house now."
Upon hearing this, Stepanovich exploded in a rage. He slammed his hand on the table and roared
Stepanovich: "What! You let her go? Don't forget, Viktor, there's no such word as 'father's house' in the mafia dictionary. Once someone steps into this palace, they don't leave except through death. There is no such exemption in the mafia rules!"
Hearing his father's primitive and cruel rules, Viktor let out a strange, calm yet terrifying laugh. He stepped forward slowly to face Stepanovich. A battle of stares ensued between the two powerful men.
Viktor: (In a calm yet firm voice) "Father, understand one thing very clearly I am the Mafia Lord now, not you. I decide what the rules are and what they aren't. Whatever you were, that's in the past."
Stepanovich stood stunned, staring at his son. Viktor's voice carried an indomitable authority.
Viktor: "Alia is my wife. Where she stays and who she stays with is between her and me. Don't try to threaten me with your archaic rules. You were who you were back then, but now, this throne is mine!"
In that stormy Russian night, Stepanovich realized for the first time that the monster he had sought to create was now beyond his control. Viktor was no longer just his disobedient child; he was a devastating Mafia Lord who knew how to forge his own path.