Ten days passed in this manner. A strange silence had settled over Alia's life. She would spend her entire day sitting by a window in the vast Chowdhury palace in Russia. Though the bandages had been removed from her hand, the cursed memories of that blue DNA remained fresh in her mind.
Alia was no longer her lively self. Dark circles had formed under her eyes, and she spent her hours staring blankly at the falling snow outside.
Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door. Ivan peeked inside cautiously. Seeing his sister sitting so despondently broke his heart. He called out in an extremely gentle voice—
Ivan: "Sister... can my precious little sister give me permission to come in? Can I come in?"
Alia slowly turned her head toward her brother. A faint, pale smile appeared on her face.
Alia: "Come in, Brother. Has the door to this room ever been closed to you?"
Ivan came inside and sat beside Alia. Stroking her hair, he said—
Ivan: "It's been ten days, and you haven't been eating or talking to anyone properly. Do you know the news from the other side? Viktor comes and parks his car in front of our gate every single day. Father won't let him in, but he won't leave either."
At the mention of Viktor's name, Alia's blood seemed to turn to ice. The blood-soaked night from ten days ago, the madness of the blue DNA, and Viktor's diabolical laugh flashed before her eyes.
Alia: (In a choked voice) "Tell him to go away, Brother. I don't want to go back to him. The poison mixed in his blood and mine will destroy us both. I just want to be at peace, Brother... I just want some peace."
Ivan pulled Alia into a hug. He realized that this separation between Viktor and Alia wasn't just a matter of time; it was the beginning of a deep tragedy. The secret sins of the Chowdhury and Stepanovich families now stood like a massive wall in the lives of these two siblings. Then Ivan asked, "How long will you stay at your father's house, my son-in-law's house?"Alia couldn't believe her ears when she heard Ivan's words. She looked at her brother with wide eyes. The same brother who had brought her here to protect her ten days ago was now telling her to go back!
Alia: (In disbelief) "Brother! You're telling me to leave? Don't you know what happened there? You saw everything with your own eyes!"
Ivan let out a heavy sigh and took Alia's hands in his. His eyes held more than just emotion now; they held a sense of hard reality.
Ivan: "Sister, I know everything. But are you going to keep yourself imprisoned like this forever? A father's house is good for a few days, but your true place is there. You are the wife of a Mafia Lord; staying locked within the walls of the Chowdhury palace is not a solution."
Ivan paused and gestured toward the gate outside the window, where Viktor's car was still parked.
Ivan: "Look at that man. For ten days, he has stayed at our door without food or sleep, waiting for you. The poison of that blue DNA in your bodies won't decrease if you stay apart. Instead, you both need to find a solution together. Go back to your husband's home, sister; that is where you must fight."
Alia fell silent. She couldn't deny the logic behind Ivan's words. Running away was not a solution. Facing the poison mixed in their blood was now the only way forward.
Alia: (In a low voice) "Are you sure, Brother? What if he becomes like that again?"
Ivan: "Then remember, your brother is always by your side. But right now, you need to go back to Viktor. He is your husband, and he is the partner in this cursed destiny of yours."
In the chilly Russian wind, Alia finally picked up her bag. Her eyes held a new kind of defiance instead of fear. She realized that leaving the comfort of her father's home, she had to return to her own empire and her husband whether it led to love or the beginning of a new destruction. Then Alia said, "I will go tomorrow, not today. You bring Victor to the room."Alia's response brought a small, relieved smile to Ivan's face. He knew that running away would never be the final answer for her.
Ivan: "Alright, little sister. If you want to leave tomorrow, that's fine. But clear things up tonight. I'll go bring him."
Ivan walked out to the main gates where Viktor was leaning against his car, looking exhausted. The last ten days of sleeplessness and worry had left him looking like a ghost of his former self. Seeing Ivan approach, Viktor straightened up immediately, his eyes searching Ivan's face for any sign of hope.
Ivan: (Calmly) "Viktor, she wants to see you. She's agreed to go back with you tomorrow, but she wants you in her room tonight. Come with me."
A spark of life returned to Viktor's eyes. Without a word, he followed Ivan into the grand Chowdhury palace. As they walked through the long, silent corridors toward Alia's room, Viktor's heart pounded against his ribs.
Ivan opened the door, let Viktor inside, and then quietly pulled it shut from the outside, giving them their space.
Inside the room, Alia was still standing by the window. When she saw Viktor, she turned around. For a moment, neither spoke. A ten-day-long wall of silence stood between them, yet the air was thick with the pull of their shared Blue DNA and the raw ache of their complicated love.
Viktor: (In a low, broken whisper) "Alia..."
He took a hesitant step toward her. Despite his disheveled clothes and the fatigue etched into his face, he stood before her with his head bowed, stripped of his Mafia Lord arrogance.
Alia: "Stay there. Don't come closer yet. Before I go back to that house, we need to talk about what we are becoming."
The stormy Russian night pressed against the windowpanes as the two of them stood in the shadows, ready to face the truth of their cursed blood and their uncertain future. The tension that had built up over the last ten days snapped in an instant. Seeing Viktor standing there, looking so broken and exhausted, Alia's resolve crumbled. All the anger, the fear of the Blue DNA, and the memory of the blood were momentarily eclipsed by her raw need for him.
With a sob, Alia rushed toward him and threw her arms around his neck (Joriye dhore). She clung to him as if he were the only solid thing in a world that was falling apart. Viktor, startled but desperate, wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her so close that there wasn't a breath of space between them.
Alia: (Muffled against his chest) "I hated you... I was so scared of us... but I couldn't stay away."
Viktor didn't say a word; he just buried his face in her hair, breathing her in. Alia pulled back just enough to look into his dark, weary eyes. Before he could speak, she pulled him down and pressed her lips to his in a deep, passionate kiss (Lips kiss).
It wasn't a gentle kiss; it was hungry, desperate, and carried the weight of the last ten days of separation. It was a kiss that tasted of salt from her tears and the lingering intensity of the fire that always burned between them. In that moment, the "Mafia Lord" and the "Novelist" disappeared, leaving only two souls bound by a cursed bloodline and an unbreakable obsession.
Viktor's hands moved to her face, cradling her as he returned the kiss with a ferocity that spoke of his own agony during their time apart. The room, the palace, and the brewing war with their fathers faded into the background. For now, in the heart of the Russian night, there was only the two of them, reclaiming each other through the very passion that both saved and destroyed them. Viktor gently held Alia's chin and lifted her face toward his. Alia was still sobbing, her tears wetting Viktor's fingers. The murderous glint in Viktor's eyes was gone, replaced by a deep sense of possession and longing.
In a deep yet captivating voice, Viktor said
Viktor: "You've cried enough, no more. Now, look directly into my eyes. Keep looking at me
Alia raised her tearful eyes and got lost in the bottomless darkness of Viktor's gaze. With a faint smirk tugging at his lips, Viktor said in a commanding tone
Viktor: "Smile, I said ! I don't want to see that melancholic face of yours. I want you to smile before me just like you used to. That smile is what keeps me alive."
Alia was surprised by Viktor's strange demand amidst her tears. Regaining her composure, she rested her hand on his chest and gave a faint but beautiful smile. That smile held more love than fear.
Alia: (With a small smile) "Will you always order me around like this, Viktor?"
Viktor pulled her even closer and whispered into her ear
Viktor: "For the rest of our lives. Keep laughing at the bond of this blue blood, Alia. Because from today, we are no longer ordinary; we want to be the happiest devils in this hell."
The silence of the Russian night turned sweet. Viktor and Alia kept staring into each other's eyes, as if the whole world was on one side and their toxic yet profound love was on the other. Viktor didn't wait another moment. He leaned down and gently picked Alia up in his arms (Kole tule ne). Alia, blushing, rested her head on his shoulder, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Viktor walked out of the room and began strolling into the vast garden (Bagane hat-te shuru kore).
In the chilly Russian night, Viktor walked over the frost-covered grass of the garden, while a light breeze played with Alia's hair. The fragrance of the garden and the silence of the night gave their surroundings a magical aura.
At that very moment, Alia's father, Faisal Rahman Chowdhury Jarin, was standing by the window. He looked down and saw his daughter and Viktor together like that. After the intense conflict and rage of the last ten days, perhaps something had changed in Faisal's heart.
Seeing them together, he didn't roar in anger or say anything harsh today. Instead, a strange sense of satisfaction flickered across his grave face. Standing behind the curtain, he was smiling (Hasche). Perhaps he realized that no one could protect his daughter better than Viktor, or that the blue DNA flowing through their veins would never truly let them stay apart.
Standing in the middle of the garden, Viktor kissed Alia's forehead and whispered
Viktor: "Do you see, Alia? The world wanted to tear us apart, but in the end, you had to return to my arms."
Alia smiled, pressing closer to Viktor's chest. The garden of the Chowdhury palace stood witness to a new history today where the rivalry of two mafia families and the curse of the blue DNA surrendered to love.