Anisha’s Perspective:
Night of the Incident:
The moon hung low in the inky sky, casting a silvery glow over the sprawling mansion that concealed secrets darker than the shadows it held. Inside, the air was electric with anticipation, every heartbeat echoing the weight of a destiny waiting to unfurl. I, the daughter of a formidable gang leader, stood at the cusp of a life-altering juncture, my heart entwined with trepidation and excitement.
As I peered out from behind the heavy velvet curtains, my gaze wandered over the opulent ballroom below. Flickering candles and chandeliers illuminated the opulent ballroom. Tonight marked my eighteenth birthday, a celebration that heralded my ascension to the helm of our criminal empire. The room buzzed with an eclectic mix of my father’s associates and loyal gang members, each face etched with admiration and anticipation.
The cacophony of laughter and chatter floated through the air, a stark contrast to the thoughts churning within my mind. I was about to be given the mantle of responsibility, my father’s legacy passing into my capable hands. Tonight, I would show my prowess, my ability to steer the gang with the same ironclad determination that my father had exhibited.
Amidst the revelry, the partygoers toasted to my future, raising their glasses in a harmonious symphony of clinks. As the night unfurled, I felt the weight of my impending responsibilities settle upon my shoulders like an embroidered cloak. It was both exhilarating and daunting, a feeling I had long prepared for but still struggled to embrace.
With my pulse quickening, I retreated from the window and paced across my room. The dim glow of a bedside lamp cast a warm embrace over my surroundings, yet I held my mind in the labyrinth of my thoughts. It was in this very mansion that my life had taken an unforeseen turn, steering me onto a path entwined with the fates of others.
My thoughts drifted toward the noise that came from the room next to mine where Riya was living. Riya is the daughter of a fallen comrade, haunted by her harrowing past, who inhabited the room.
Riya’s father died during a gang war. Her mother couldn’t survive the loss and killed herself within a year, leaving Riya behind all by herself. Rumors whispered of her suffering, of debts unpaid and horrors endured, casting a shroud of mystery and sorrow around her. But later, they proved rival gangs had involvement with Riya’s mother, which only added to the intrigue.
She didn’t have any guardian to protect her or guide her through the treacherous landscape of the criminal underworld. Analyzing the situation, my father extended his protective wings over the young woman, sheltering her from the storm that had swept away her parents.
My father, a man of steadfast principles, had upheld the honor and dignity of every member of his gang, especially the women. Although my upbringing blurred the lines between right and wrong, we always respected the sanctity of a woman’s well-being.
My father trusted and believed his right hand and some other members who were there with him in tough times to continue this legacy of protecting and guiding the vulnerable. When they all complained about Riya being a traitor’s daughter and wanted her to be ostracized, my father stood firm in his decision, reminding them of their duty to protect and uplift those who had suffered through no fault of their own.
He may have believed that Riya may be the traitor, but that didn’t stop him from protecting her from the dangers that lurked in the shadows. He took her one day to the mansion and told her that she would be a staff member at the mansion.
The young woman had become my constant companion, my guardian shadow. An unspoken bond had woven us together, two souls intertwined by the threads of resilience. I observed her from afar, noting the fragility that coexisted with a quiet strength.
I met my attempts at camaraderie with resistance, a stoic resolve that had weathered storms far fiercer than mere conversation. It was clear that Riya’s scars ran too deep, her trust eroded by a past stained with betrayal and brutality. I had sensed the weight of her refusal, the armor she wore to shield herself from the world’s prying eyes.
It’s been almost a year since she has been residing under my father’s shadow. Her constant resistance to not opening herself to me led me to approach my private investigator to find out about her. My curiosity got the better of me, and I yearned to unravel the layers of mystery surrounding Riya’s past. However, uncovering her secrets proved to be a daunting task.
Later, I find out that the top members of the group are behind the secret kept hidden within Riya’s past under layers of deception and betrayal. Her father took a loan from the higher ranks of the gang, but due to unforeseen circumstances, was unable to repay it. After the death of her father, the members held her mother responsible for paying off the debt. However, the members of the group discovered that Riya’s mother had no means of repaying the debt, so they resorted to drastic measures. They threatened her mother’s life and sexually assaulted her mother in front of her before leaving her traumatized and broken. Not able to take the horror any longer, her mother subsequently took her own life, leaving Riya orphaned and scarred.
My heart ached as I delved deeper into the depths of Riya’s past, understanding the immense pain and suffering she had endured.
My thoughts again drifted towards the sound that came from the room beside mine, where Riya was residing. I couldn’t hold myself and decided to check on her, to ensure she was safe and to offer any support she might need. I approached Riya’s room cautiously, my footsteps muffled on the carpeted floor.
Pushing open the door, I stepped into the dimly lit room, my heart a mixture of concern and compassion. There, on the floor covered in her blood, was the young woman, her tear-streaked face a testament to the battles she waged with her inner and world demons.
Riya’s gaze met mine, vulnerability and surprise mingling in her eyes. I spoke not of platitudes or hollow assurances, but of shared pain and unwavering support. It was a language that transcended the barriers of words, a silent understanding that passed between them.
Beside her lay a man dressed in a disheveled suit, his body motionless and lifeless. The sight of the man’s lifeless body in Riya’s room sent a shiver down my spine, realizing the gravity of the situation she had found herself in and the potential danger she may still be in despite the man’s demise.
I reached towards Riya, helping her to sit upright, my touch both gentle and comforting. As she leaned into my embrace, I could feel her trembling, her whole body shaking from the trauma she had endured.
My sight again fell on the lifeless body of the man, to notice that he had a knife stabbed into his shoulder blade with blood seeping from the wound. It splattered blood around the room and the violence of the scene was overpowering.
My gaze again shifted toward Riya’s pain-filled eyes.
My questioning gaze met Riya’s, silently asking her if she was the one who had bravely fought back against her abuser and if she had sought justice for the atrocities she had experienced.
“He forced himself upon me,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and anger.
“I was sleeping peacefully when he entered my room secretly and attacked me in the middle of the night. He is the son of one of the credible families in our community, and no one would believe me if I spoke out against him.”
Understanding her emotions and the complexity of her situation, I remained silent, allowing her to share her story at her own pace.
Her slit wrist caught my attention as evidence of her desperate attempt to escape the inflicted brutality.
“I’m not sure if I can ever heal from the demons from my past, but today’s brutality snatched the last ray of hope and faith I had left. Today, I may be sacrificing myself, but not because I am weak or incapable of fighting back, but because I refuse to let my silence enable his violence any longer. I may not be strong enough to continue this painful journey, but I am strong enough to protect myself from these monsters. I’ll not let any demon snatch my last piece of sanity.
“Within me burns a fire, fierce and untamed. I have weathered storms and faced demons, and I stand here unyielding. My strength is not a mere facade; it courses through my veins. I will not let any demon snatch the last piece of my sanity, for I am the guardian of my light, and the darkness of those who seek to harm me shall never extinguish it.”
After saying that, she smiled bravely and resolved to take control of her narrative, refusing to be defined by the violence that had been inflicted upon her. She closed her eyes and went on.
My heart sank. I realized the immense strength and resilience that Riya possessed.
My attention turned towards a scream echoing from the door, where a maid was standing with a disturbed expression on her face. Within a blink of an eye, everyone came rushing towards this commotion.
I wasn’t able to collect my thoughts and emotions from the intense conversation I had just witnessed. My brain couldn’t register the sudden shift in the air as chaos erupted in the once-calm atmosphere.
“How can you kill him just to save this non-existent traitor? We know you don’t get along with him, but this is going too far!” The voices grew louder, and the room filled with tension and anger. After a moment, I came to realize that my father’s right-hand man, Mr. Anderson, was accusing me of the heinous act of killing someone to protect a supposed traitor.