In the final moments of the story, Alia and Victor looked at each other deeply. There was a silent understanding between them—something words could never fully express. Victor's words left an indelible mark on Alia's heart. Though their lives were vastly different, there was an invisible pull between them—something that made their bond more complicated and intense.
Victor knew their paths would never truly align, but he promised to stay by her side as much as he could. Alia, though confused about many aspects of her life, was crystal clear about her feelings for Victor.
One day, Alia came to Victor's house and went for a swim. While she was in the pool, Victor suddenly arrived and embraced her. There was an electric tension in the air—as if time had stopped. Victor kissed her deeply, pouring all unspoken emotions into that single act.
He whispered into her ear,
"You know, our relationship will never be easy. But I'll be with you—as much as I can."
Alia looked into his eyes, overwhelmed by emotion. She knew her life would take a different direction, but this moment—this feeling—was too powerful to ignore.
Their relationship had its share of conflicts, pain, and sweet moments. They had come close only to drift apart again—but the feelings between them never faded.
And even when they finally parted ways, they knew—it wasn't truly the end. Victor's promise and Alia's invisible tether of love would remain forever.
Their lives took different roads, but the depth of their connection—something beyond words—would never vanish.
---
Suddenly, Victor looked at Alia with a devilish smile.
"I am a mafia king. A mafia lord. In my world, there are no rules—only power."
Alia was stunned for a moment. His words sparked a storm inside her. She knew Victor was part of a dangerous world, where every step had to be taken with caution. But she also knew—she was no ordinary woman.
Alia straightened herself, remembering her strength and identity. She looked into Victor's eyes and said,
"I'm a princess—and a CIA agent."
Victor's grin widened.
"Then we're not so different, princess. You hold secret powers, and so do I. We both follow a path of shadows—though yours may be different from mine."
Alia felt a surge of newfound energy. She knew anyone could fall into darkness—but her identity and beliefs kept her grounded.
"So," she asked, "Is our relationship just about understanding each other? Or does it hold something more?"
Victor seemed surprised for a second, then smirked again.
"That depends on time. No matter how hard the road, we're walking it together. But there will always be things left unsaid."
Thus began a new chapter in their complicated relationship—built on power, trust, and respect—yet never truly simple.
Victor pulled Alia close, fire in both their eyes. She seemed like she wanted to say something, but Victor placed a finger on her lips.
"You have no idea what lies behind this moment," he whispered.
Then he kissed her again—not just a kiss, but a storm of emotion: anger, passion, pain, and longing—all melting into one.
Alia stood still, shocked, her heart racing violently. She didn't know if Victor loved her—or if it was all just a power play.
Silence fell.
The only sounds were the wind and the distant river below.
They stood face to face, emotions locked in an invisible war.
---
Three months later…
Alia was speeding through a tunnel under the grey sky, driving her red Ferrari. The engine roared. Time seemed to bend under the pressure of her speed.
But she wasn't alone.
Behind her, a black Bugatti—Victor's car—was chasing her.
This wasn't just a race.
It was a battle of control, vengeance, and suppressed feelings.
Alia knew Victor wouldn't let her go so easily.
And Victor knew—Alia would never surrender.
This was more than a race.
It was a test.
Who truly controlled their fate?
Alia's Ferrari shot out of the tunnel, into the blinding sunlight. Her eyes squinted—her face glistening with sweat and light.
Victor's Bugatti emerged right behind.
Victor suddenly swerved next to her.
Their cars were side by side—like warriors ready for combat.
A glance.
A smirk from Victor.
Alia gripped her steering wheel tightly.
Victor abruptly stopped—on a massive bridge over a misty river.
No one else was around.
Just the red Ferrari and black Bugatti—like silent beasts.
Alia opened her door, about to get out—
But Victor beat her to it.
He stormed toward her.
She barely stepped out before—
THUD!
He slammed the car door and pinned her against the side of the car.
One hand locked hers, the other pressed against the metal.
Her eyes blazed with fear, anger, and shock.
"Are you insane?! Let me go!" she yelled.
Victor's voice was low, but intense:
"You think I'm here just to race? This isn't a game, Alia. No matter where you run—I will always come back… to you."
She wanted to look away—but couldn't.
Her heart pounded like thunder.
Victor's eyes were filled with pain, fury, love… and something else.
"Do you even realize what you are to me?!"
His voice trembled—but echoed like a roar.
Before she could speak—
He leaned in.
A desperate, intense kiss.
Raw. Unapologetic. Uncontrollable.
Alia froze, stunned.
The world disappeared.
Only the wind blew.
The river was silent. Even the birds held their breath.
Her heart beat like it would explode.
Victor finally pulled back.
Her lips trembled. Eyes glassy.
Tears shimmered—but she didn't wipe them away.
In a soft voice, she whispered—
"Victor… what did you just do?"
He said nothing.
Just stared.
His lips trembled. His eyes… filled with unspeakable pain.
A tear fell. Then another.
Alia stepped closer and embraced him.
She kissed him gently on the lips and whispered,
"Calm down, Victor. I'm here.
But I'm scared…
Scared that one day you'll leave me forever."
Victor murmured, broken:
"Everyone fears me, Alia.
Why don't you?"
Alia replied,
"Because I don't fear you—I love you."
Victor's eyes deepened.
He said,
"This love won't be easy.
The closer you come, the more danger awaits.
Every night, I sleep with just one photo in my pocket…"
Alia remained still.
She knew which photo.
Tears welled in her eyes too.
They stood quietly—
Two souls drowned in wordless love.
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Scene cut – Alia's room
Night. Soft lamplight.
Alia sat in bed wearing glasses, reading a Bengali novel.
Victor entered, leaning on the door.
"What are you reading?"
Alia replied without looking up,
"A Bengali novel."
Victor squinted, trying to read.
"Bengali?"
Alia laughed,
"Forget it. You won't understand it."
Victor frowned,
"Hey! Don't say that!"
Then suddenly he picked her up.
"Hey! What are you doing?! Are you crazy?!"
she exclaimed.
Victor grinned,
"Yes. Crazy… for you."
Then softly in her ear—
"I never want to lose you."
He gently nibbled her ear and whispered,
"I'm really crazy for you."
---
But Alia suddenly turned away and said,
"Sorry… Connection cannot be established at this moment."
Victor paused—then chuckled.
"Please check your dialed number again. Thank you."
Both burst out laughing, the tension fading into the air.
Suddenly, Victor's voice turned serious:
"Alia… I want to be a father."
Alia froze.
A brief silence. Then she answered softly:
"Not now, Victor.
There's still a long road ahead.
Maybe I'll quit the CIA…
I'm starting to lose faith in myself.
Or maybe—who knows—I might just join your FSB!"
Victor narrowed his eyes.
"Can't you find another time to joke?"
Alia smiled slowly,
"Maybe. Maybe not…"
She reached out and touched the owl tattoo on his chest.
Then whispered,
"Love you…"
Victor's eyes turned dark.
He touched her phoenix tattoo.
His lips trembled.
Voice soft—
"Love you too."
---
Midnight. The house was silent. A cold wind stirred the curtains. Everyone was asleep—except Alia.
She woke up, her heart pounding.
She walked to the window, unsettled.
Then heard a faint voice—from the balcony.
It was Victor. Talking on the phone.
Victor (in a cold voice, on phone):
"Alia's no ordinary girl.
No matter what she says—I know what's hiding inside her.
She killed my older brother—Nikola—right in front of me.
She thinks I'll forgive that?
No. She made a mistake.
I will have my revenge.
I'll show her who I am—
A fire from the shadows that will burn everything to ashes."
Alia froze.
Her body went cold.
Victor—the one who protected her—now wanted to destroy her?
She stepped back.
Closed her door.
Hands shaking.
Tears fell—silent and endless.
She wept alone in the darkness.
Outside, Victor stood on the balcony.
In his eyes—
a strange, blazing shadow.
Alia (whispers):
"If you are my enemy…
then who do I trust?"
Morning.
Sunlight kissed her face through the curtain.
Alia opened her eyes—
no fear in them now.
Only a quiet, mysterious smile.