On a sunny Russian afternoon, Alia was in a playful mood. She was strolling alone through a massive garden, wearing a royal black dress that contrasted strikingly with her skin. Ahead lay a vast swimming pool with sapphire water; Alia stood right at the edge but did not go in. She simply stared at the crystal-clear water.
Suddenly, she felt a shadow behind her. Turning quickly, she saw Marco standing there. Alia was initially surprised to see him so unexpectedly, but a mysterious expression soon clouded her face.
Alia let out her dominant and mischievous side. She looked into Marco's eyes and gave a mocking, devilish smile. Before Marco could react, Alia stepped forward and boldly grabbed Marco's tie.
With a sudden tug, she pulled him toward her, bringing his face just inches from hers.
Alia: (With a crooked smile) "What happened, Marco? Standing behind me like a thief what are you looking at? Has your courage grown so much in Viktor's absence?"
Marco froze like a statue at Alia's sudden boldness. He never expected the usually composed Alia to grab his tie and pull him like that. Looking at the devilish spark in her eyes, Marco realized that today, the game was going to be played differently. Seeing Alia's dominant and alluring side, Marco felt a bit off-balance. He tried to maintain his composure and replied in a deep voice.
Marco: "I didn't know you were here. I just came to check the garden."
Alia pulled his tie a little tighter, that mysterious, devilish smile still lingering on her lips. She looked directly into Marco's eyes and said
Alia: "You didn't know? This entire palace and this massive garden this is my place. Where and when I choose to be here isn't something you need to know."
Alia let her gaze wander over Marco's attire, as if measuring his personality. She smirked and added
Alia: "You look quite handsome today, I see. Is there a special reason?"
Saying this, Alia placed her finger on the specific rose tattoo on Marco's neck. She examined the tattoo closely and let out a soft, lingering sound
Alia: "Hummm... it's beautiful. Are the thorns on this rose just for show, or do they know how to sting?"
Marco stood frozen like a statue. The touch of Alia's finger and the tone of her voice were enough to make even a man as tough as Marco feel his heart race. He couldn't tell if Alia was genuinely teasing or trying to lure him into a trap. By the swimming pool in the Russian afternoon sun, a strangely thrilling atmosphere began to unfold. Alia's voice suddenly changed. The mischief that was in her eyes moments ago was replaced by a deep melancholy and a mother's longing. She let go of Marco's tie and took a step back. Reaching for a glass on the nearby table, she took a sip of water to ease the dryness in her throat.
Alia stared blankly at the water in the swimming pool and asked in a trembling voice
Alia: "What is the news of my baby, Marco? That baby I left behind... my Aliza?"
Hearing his daughter's name from Alia's lips, the hardness in Marco's face vanished instantly. He knew how painful this name was for Alia. Her heart constantly ached for the child she had to keep away due to the pressure of circumstances.
Alia: (With tearful eyes) "Does she remember me? Or has she forgotten that she had an unfortunate mother? Has Aliza learned to speak properly now, Marco?"
Marco replied in a low voice, "Alia, she is fine. She is being kept very safely. Her eyes are just as bright as yours."
Alia sighed and picked up the water glass again. This vast Russian garden, being the wife of a Mafia Lord—everything felt hollow when she thought of Aliza. In this battle of Blue DNA and power, Alia may have gained everything, but losing a piece of her heart has left a permanent ache in her soul. Seeing Alia's melancholy, a strange sense of possessiveness stirred within Marco. He stepped forward and carefully held Alia's cheek (Galle dhore). His touch carried both tenderness and the familiar sternness of the mafia.
Marco looked steadily into Alia's eyes and spoke in a deeply serious tone—
Marco: "Don't forget who you're standing in front of, Alia. I am that Italy Mafia Lord. My hands don't just hold weapons; they hold the fate of thousands. Your child's safety is a matter of my honor."
Alia didn't tremble at Marco's touch; instead, her pupils remained fixed on his eyes with courage. She gave a faint smile while he still held her cheek a smile that held a mix of defiance and trust.
Alia: (In a calm yet firm voice) "I know (Jani), Marco. I am not unaware of who you are or the extent of your power. But also remember, no Mafia Lord in this world is strong enough to stand against the tears of a mother."
Alia then gently removed Marco's hand from her cheek with her own. In that vast Russian garden, the intensity of the sun seemed to suddenly increase. An invisible power struggle began between the powerful Italian Lord and this mysterious Mafia Queen. Alia realized that to get Aliza back, she might have to engage in a high-stakes game with this very man. In response to Marco's Italian arrogance, Alia reminded him of her own power. She stepped back, adjusted her royal black dress, and stood tall with pride. Her eyes mirrored the devastating shadow of Viktor himself.
Alia: (In a deep, sharp voice) "If you are the Lord of Italy, remember that you are currently standing on Russian soil. And the sovereign here, that Russian Viktor, is the true Mafia Lord."
Alia stepped closer, staring directly into Marco's eyes as she continued
Alia: "I'm sure you have an idea of Viktor's power and the fury of his Blue DNA. You might be a Lord, but Viktor is the Emperor of that dark world the one who doesn't follow rules, but creates them. And I am the wife of that Emperor."
Alia's words struck the garden air like a whip. She made it clear that she wasn't just a helpless mother, but the partner of an all-powerful Mafia Lord. She instantly crushed Marco's audacity with the sheer weight of her husband's reputation.
The water in the blue swimming pool seemed to ripple for a moment under the gravity of Alia's words. Marco fell silent, for he knew that in this Russian empire, Viktor's name alone was enough to start and end any war.In the midst of Alia's proud words, the atmosphere shifted abruptly. Without a word, Marco suddenly pulled Alia into a hug (Joriye dhore) and gave her a tender kiss on the forehead (Kopale kiss). Right at that moment, Alia noticed Viktor's spy, hidden behind a distant tree, watching them closely.
Alia realized the situation was spiraling out of her control. She knew the bloodbath that would ensue if this news reached Viktor. But Marco went a step further; he leaned in close and gave her a quick lips kiss before disappearing in an instant.
Alia stood frozen for a second. She bid farewell to Marco, but her mind was already predicting the coming storm. Once Marco was gone, she rushed toward the trees where the spy was hiding.
Seeing the spy trying to escape, Alia lunged forward and grabbed the man by his shirt collar (Shirt-er collar dhore ne). Her eyes were ablaze with fierce Russian pride and fury.
Alia: (Gritting her teeth) "You thought you could hide and spy on me and the Italian Lord? If you breathe a word of this to Viktor, or add even a tiny lie, no one will ever find your body!"
Alia twisted the collar even tighter and roared
Alia: "Tell me what you saw! Give it to me! Tell me everything right now, or this garden will become your grave today!"
The spy began to tremble in terror. He realized he was caught between Viktor's legendary cruelty and Alia's current divine rage trapped between two forces that would surely crush him Viktor's spy began to stammer, looking at Alia while trembling in fear. Seeing Alia's divine rage, it felt as though the life was being drained out of him.
Spy: (In a shaking voice) "Madam... I... I was only following the master's orders. Viktor sir told me to keep an eye on you. I saw... I saw the Italian Lord embrace you and... and kiss your forehead. After that, I saw that... that final scene as well."
Alia gripped the man's collar even tighter. Her nails were digging into the skin of his neck.
Alia: (In a terrifyingly calm voice) "What else did you see? What will you report to Viktor?"
Spy: "If I don't tell the truth, Sir will kill me. He knew Marco would come here today. Madam, please let me go! I'm just doing my job."
Alia gave the man a hard shove, pushing him away. A thousand thoughts were racing through her mind. She realized that Viktor had known everything all along, and this spy had been sent to test her loyalty.
Alia pointed a finger at the spy, threatening him
Alia: "If a single word of what you saw is twisted, I will end you myself before Viktor even gets the chance. Get out of here! And tell your master that Alia Chowdhury is no one's puppet."
Without waiting another second, the spy fled as swiftly as a wild animal into the woods. Alia stood alone in the middle of the garden. Only one thought consumed her mind: when Viktor hears of this scene, nothing will be able to stop the snow-white soil of Russia from being stained with crimson blood. Standing alone in the garden, Alia's heart was racing with agitation. She pulled out a premium cigarette from the pocket of her black dress. As the flame of the lighter flickered, a glimpse of her old defiance and vengeance flashed in her eyes for a moment. She lit the cigarette and blew the smoke into the air. The grey smoke vanished as lightly as the snow, but the weight on Alia's mind didn't lighten.
Finishing her cigarette, she walked slowly toward her room inside the palace. Every step was deliberate and mysterious. When she entered, she found the room draped in a dim, moody light.
Viktor was sitting on the sofa, wearing a black shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He wasn't looking at Alia; instead, he was intensely focused on looking at something on his mobile phone The silence in the room was so deep that the light from the phone's screen reflected in the blue of his pupils.
Alia realized that Viktor was watching the live footage or photos sent by his spy. Marco's embrace, the kiss on the forehead it was all in the palm of Viktor's hand now.
Without taking his eyes off the screen, Viktor spoke in a chillingly cold voice
Viktor: "Was the air in the garden particularly sweet today, Alia? Or did the scent of Italy come to stain the snow of my garden?"
Hearing Viktor's tone, a cold shiver ran down Alia's spine. She knew that what he was seeing on that phone was more than enough to awaken the demonic mafia entity within him.