Aarav and Nishi were on their way to her house. The silence in the car felt heavy, fragile—like one wrong word could shatter everything.
"Where do you sleep at your house?" Aarav asked gently.
"I…I sleep on the kitchen floors," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Aarav's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly. "Dr. Liv said you fainted due to stress… and I've got a lot to do for you—only you."
"Why?" Nishi asked, looking at him with confusion.
He exhaled slowly, then spoke with quiet intensity. "I've loved you for twelve years… and I still love you now. I live in New York, yes—but I never stopped keeping an eye on you. I paid for your university tuition too. I'm very, very proud of you."
Her lips trembled. "Thank you…" she whispered.
He leaned over, kissed her forehead, and smiled softly at her.
They arrived.
Mr. Kabir was seated outside with his sons when Aarav stepped out of the car. Several other cars entered the small compound behind them. Mrs. Rokeya's eyes immediately fell on Nishi—her brows raised sharply, anger blazing within them.
Nishi lowered her head instinctively.
"Raise it up high, my love. Let them see—this is Mrs. Nishi Aarav Sohan Muard. My wife," Aarav said firmly.
She looked at him, stunned. He was smiling at her. A faint blush crept across her cheeks.
"Welcome, come in," Mr. Kabir said warmly.
"Oii Nishu!" an elderly woman called out.
"Nani!" Nishi exclaimed, rushing to hug her.
"I heard you got married, my dear. May the Almighty bless your marriage," the old lady said kindly.
"Oii Nishu! I heard you got into the Muards and Zahirul Haq family!" another girl chimed in.
"Oh my, you must be very, very lucky. I'm so happy for you—at least you're free from Rokeya," another woman added.
They all surrounded her, congratulating her.
"Hold on! We'll go get gifts!" they shouted excitedly.
"Haaa!!" they exclaimed as they ran off.
Nishi smiled softly.
"Come, let's go, amar shontan (my child)," Mr. Kabir said.
Inside, Zinnia and Atika were arranging a room. They were planning to spend the night at her father's house.
The moment Nishi stepped in, she hurried toward the kitchen. The dishes were piled up, dirty.
"Oh no…" she whispered.
"No, no, no, no!" Atika quickly said, pulling her away. "That's mother and Rafia's job. Leave it."
She dragged Nishi out of the kitchen.
Meanwhile, Aarav sat with Mr. Kabir.
"You shouldn't have… honestly," Mr. Kabir said.
"No, father-in-law, it's fine. I've given Rameez the details. My plane will take you all," Aarav replied calmly.
Nearby, Mrs. Rokeya and Rafia overheard everything.
She gasped. "Mother! They're taking Baba with them—to that big country! He even got a big house for him!"
Mrs. Rokeya's face twisted with rage. She stormed forward.
"So you want to leave us and go live a luxurious life because your daughter slept with a rich man, huh?!"
"HEY!!!" Mr. Kabir roared, standing up abruptly.
She flinched.
"DON'T EVER SAY THAT ABOUT MY NISHU AGAIN, OR I WILL KILL YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS!" he shouted.
It was the first time he had ever raised his voice at her.
"Dare me and see," he added coldly.
Aarav quickly stepped in. "Please, calm down. It's okay."
Rafia clenched her fists. "So Baba, you're really going to leave us here while you all go to New York because of your son-in-law's wealth?!"
"We have jobs there, Rafia," Rameez cut in sharply. "I'll be teaching at a university. Zinnia will work as a public advisor. Shamsuddin as a civic engineer. Atika has a scholarship in NYC."
He stepped closer, anger rising. "And you? You do nothing. You follow mother everywhere—lazy, dumb, useless—and make Nishu do all your work. You abuse her and take everything that belongs to her. Why would we take you?"
Rafia blinked, speechless, knowing it was true.
Nishi took a deep breath and walked toward her.
"I… I know you hate me," she said softly, tears forming. "But I really love you. I always did everything you said just to make you happy. But for once… can't you and mother let me be happy? Please?"
"Oi! Don't emotionally blackmail her—you're so conniving and wicked, just like your m—" Mrs. Rokeya began.
"If you dare say anything about her mother again…" Aarav's voice turned ice-cold, "…I will gladly send you to her so you can answer all her questions."
The room went still.
"The last time I checked," he continued, "you were the other woman. You got Mr. Kabir drunk when his wife was carrying Nishi. Then you planned with fishermen to drown her in the river when she returned from the market."
Gasps filled the room.
"She died… with her unborn child in her womb."
Silence.
"You killed my Farid?" Mr. Kabir whispered, his voice breaking.
"But I have a surprise for my Nishi," Aarav said coldly. "You're going to jail."
"You… killed Mrs. Farid?" Rafia asked, horrified.
"She was in my way," Mrs. Rokeya replied coldly.
Guards stepped forward and grabbed her.
"Let me go!" she screamed.
"My Lily will say bye-bye," Aarav said calmly.
They dragged her away.
The house fell into heavy silence.
Nishi ran into a room and collapsed on the bed, crying loudly.
Aarav followed, sat beside her, gently lifted her head, and placed it on his lap.
"Shhh… my little dove. Sleep now," he whispered, kissing her forehead.
He covered her carefully as she drifted into sleep, tears still clinging to her lashes.
The next morning, Lily (Neva) stood outside with Nikolai. The entire family had gathered for the healing session.
Nikolai held her hands and kissed her lips. She giggled softly.
"Come sit here, love," Riyana said.
She sat on a stool.
They began.
First—Ayurveda.
It focused on balancing internal energies through herbal medicines, specific diets, oils, and lifestyle adjustments. Treatments included plant-based tonics, detox practices, and therapeutic massages aimed at restoring harmony between body and mind.
Smoke was waved around her.
She played with it, giggling.
Prayers filled the air.
Then—something shifted.
She felt dizzy.
It had begun.
Nikolai watched as her body tensed.
Flashbacks.
The car.
The impact.
Her head.
Riyana's body rolling.
"M…M…Mumma… MUMMA! LET MY MUMMA GO! MUMMA!!!" Lilith (Baneva) screamed as they held her down.
Her eyes saw shadows—faces laughing.
"L…L…LILY WILL KILL ALL OF YOU!" she screamed, releasing a powerful cry.
Nikolai shut his eyes. Salvatore placed a steady hand on his shoulder.
She screamed again.
"MY HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!" she cried as blood trickled from her nose.
She coughed—blood.
"Can this stop?!" Nikolai demanded.
"No," Zahuril replied firmly.
"It's hurting her—she's bleeding!" Nikolai shouted.
"Ten more minutes."
They poured water mixed with flowers over her head.
She weakened, resting against a woman's shoulder.
They carried her inside, changed her into a silk cotton puffy jumpsuit, and laid her down.
Water streamed gently through her hair.
Then came sound healing—bowls and gongs.
Thin iron sticks struck the bowls rhythmically.
Her hands trembled.
No one was allowed inside.
Nikolai paced restlessly.
Then his phone rang.
Unknown number.
He answered.
"What?"
A voice responded smoothly. "Nice to hear your voice too, my love."
His jaw tightened.
"Well… I do feel pity for your tiny wife, though. But she's in my way."
"My tiny wife is exactly where she belongs," Nikolai snapped. "You think killing her or taking her will make you queen of the mafia underworld—and mine? No. Stay away from me and her. I don't love you. I never will. And don't you dare go near my wife."
She laughed softly.
"You were always mine from the beginning. And she came between us. Some of your shipments? They're mine now. I bought them. Also, my company will partner with yours."
"I already took them back," he replied coldly. "And I rejected your so-called partnership."
His voice darkened. "Listen carefully. If you touch her—I will make you pay."
"Get lost," he ended the call.
On the other side, she chuckled, staring at his picture.
A knock came.
"Madam… the shipments have been taken back. The deal… it's off."
She smirked.
"Come here."
The girl obeyed, trembling.
"You're going to be punished if you don't please me well," she said coldly. "Can you imagine? He doesn't love me—only that tiny bitch."
"H-he belongs to you, ma'am," the girl stammered.
"Exactly," she whispered. "Now… get on your knees."
The room filled with sounds.
She glanced again at Nikolai's picture, her smile dark and obsessive.
I will make you mine, Nick… I promise.
And she laughed loudly and moan while the girl was sucking her clit faster you little slut! She said with a lustful moan as the girl dip her tongue into her boss wet pussy sucking like her life depends on it.
She stood up and took off her pants while the lady who kept looking at Nikolai pictures one leg was up she looked at her and held her gun the scared worker began to bouncing on her clit faster moaning while crying Mhmmm…she said as the girl cried she cum on her boss pussy Good girl now ride me faster don't stop until I say so she said as she got on her and riding her faster her eyes rolling back for the pleasure ahhhh she moaned while she ride and bouncing skin slapping loudly as she squirted but still kept going as both their legs shaking such a good girl Mhmhmm she said as, she push her on the bed and go on her the girl was panting heavily please ma she said as she received a smack on her clit she moan she dip her fingers inside her thrusting faster harder while gripping her throat and laughing mixed with moans as she made the poor girl squirt again she licked her fingers and pulled her by her hair kiss her deeply.