Age : 28

Grandma used to say, 'Thousands births are required to earn the privilege of human form', yet I have come to realize that this existence is not a blessing, but a curse. This is the real hell where the demons drool to devour your innocence and leave you to die in the agony of betrayal.

At present I'm looking at the photographs and reports of the man who was found dead at the abandoned road with a brutally chopped d!ck.

People will say it's done by a man because a woman can never be this cruel.

People love the delusional world quite much.

Poor souls are not aware that what a woman can do, if she can produce one, she can destroy thousands.

The forensic reports in my hands is a proof of my assumptions but the nail marks found on his back and front and bite marks on his neck is telling the other story.

Bastard was making love before the drastic scene unfold in his lovey-dovey shitty life.

I parted my stare from reports and looked at his personal information. Name - Fabio Marino, successor of Marino Technology ltd. Had a fiancé named Daniella Rossetti. He had a r@pe case charged on his name.

Reading the last information my mouth turned sour. My hand balled into a fist, a desperate attempt to control my rage, my expensive nail extension dug on my palm made my rage double.

I raised my head to find Massimo and Raffaele seated there with raised eyebrows, keen to know who managed to pull my strings.

Massimo Romano and Raffaele Salvatore are my most trusted people. Massimo is a prominent corporate lawyer of Italy where Raffaele's name comes under the top 10 billionaire of Europe.

Both bastards are rich as fuvk.

Well...I'm no different.

Oh did I just brag about my earned wealth?

Yep I did.

Massimo and Raffaele both are tall with bulky physiques. I'm five foot six inch and it takes me bloody heels to match the level. And I hate it, heels and their heights both. Massimo might be six feet two inches where Raffaele is six feet three.

They both are the only friends, who have been my companions since my University days. Massimo was my classmate and Raffaele was our senior. One question comes from every nosy spawns, 'WHY THERE IS NO FEMALE FRIEND OF YOURS?'

I don't trust women enough to befriend them, they are the most selfish creatures I have seen in this hell named world. Now some bitches will say, How can you say such a thing about women when you yourself is one?

Yes, this is the reason I am sure as fuckk about it.

WOMEN ARE SELFISH.

"Quello che è successo ?", Raffaele asked in Italian with a gruff voice. He is a taciturn man, he prefers to speak less and observe more.

(TRANSLATION : What happened ?)

"Mention of RAPE and my blood is on fire, you know this very well", I grabbed my Bugatti keys and my customized black coat and was going to make my way out to pour out my stress when before I could reach door someone knocked. I permitted to whoever it is, "come in"

A brunette hair woman named Natalia Francesco, one of the lawyers in the firm, made her presence inside my cabin. She greeted me to which I nodded making my way back to my customized leather chair.

"Yes Miss Natalia, it has to be important as I have a very important work which I'm delaying just to give you time to speak whatever you are here for", I spoke while putting elbows of both of my hands on a mahogany desk and interlinked my fingers with each other.

She squirmed in her place finding me looking at her with pointed look and finally decided to speak, "Signora, I send the file through Mr. Gio-"

I interrupted her as I got the rest of the sentence. Gio, my personal assistant, gave me that 'no more existing d!ck' case file to read and decide whom I should give this case to handle.

I looked towards Massimo and Raffaele to ask for their consent to which they blinked their eyelashes, silently agreeing with me so I again turned towards Miss Natalia and replied,

"Yes I read the file Miss. Natalia and yes you can handle this case, you have to keep us in the loop through the whole case, you can take help from your seniors and make sure to discuss with your junior trainee as well"

Her eyes gleamed with happiness as I slid the case file towards her, why won't she be happy ? Not everyone gets my trust.

I have seen her working hard and she actually has that exquisite intelligence which is needed to solve a case like this one. She doesn't have that bitch kind of attitude, she is 'calm and dedicated to work' type of person.

"I'll make sure to not disappoint you, Signora", she bowed her head a little as a gesture to thank me. I nodded, she turned thirty-seven degree left something and greeted Massimo and then she turned to Raffaele, I saw the hint of nervousness on her figure making me raise my eyebrow, I noticed her right cheek which was facing me and...did I just notice slightly pink tint on her cheek?

Am I missing something?

As soon as she left, I turned in Raffaele's direction with raised eyebrows, he didn't utter anything, he just rolled his eyes and got up with his G Wagon key dangling on his tattooed fingers, "I've way more better things to do rather explain shitts to you all"

I looked towards Massimo with side eyes, who smirked and exclaimed, "Oh hi Natalia!"

And oh damn, Raffaele's head jerks faster than the speed Raffaele's of light towards the door only to find Gio standing there giving, 'From which angle am I looking Natalia MAN?' look at Massimo.

I smirked at my tightened jaw. My eyes trailed down to his fisted palm, his veins popping out and accentuating his tattoo's beauty.

Oh how much I admire tattooed and veiny hands. Who don't like them, right?

Massimo is a fun loving and play boy type of person where Raffaele and I are unfeeling and callous assholes who love deriving pleasure from inflicting pain on others. We are hard nuts to crack and in the 'no one can pissed us off' world, Massimo fuckking Romano is an exception.

He is an annoying bastard.

Raffaele stormed out leaving three of us in the cabin, Gio, Massimo and I. Massimo grinned in victory and made his way towards Gio, who raised his eyebrow in a questionnaire asking, "From which angle do I look like Natalia, Signore?"

It's indeed an insult to Gio's years of hard work in the gym if he is getting called out by some women despite having such a good manly physique. He is a charmer of this firm, sunshine kind of boy with sterling grey eyes and dirty blond hairs.

"Postpone if there is any work left, I'm leaving", I grabbed my car keys and coat and exited the cabin, I can hear Massimo's fading voice asking, "where are you going?"

But I do not owe a reply to anyone. I do what I want and do not give a fuckk about the things which irks me.

The lift opened with a ping sound and in millisecond everyone went pin drop silence as if someone dared to create any noise, I'd beat the shit out of them.

Though they are not wrong, I have done things like this. First one was when someone dared to touch my butt misinterpreting of me as some fragile employee and in the next ten minutes, he was hospitalized because I broke his few bones.

The second one was a few weeks ago when my rival sent a woman pretending to be a client but- who this world is fooling?

I'm the experienced player darling.

That day I caught that woman's unusual behaviour, the way she was checking confidential information and those shaky handsss...

I think I need to feed my rival dogs some money, they don't even have good money to hire a good actor.

I broke her foot from which she entered and her wrist as well from which she dared to touch those pieces of information.

Nobody...I repeat, nobody dares to betray me and if they did, I'll make sure they feel every inch of their body beg to have fuckking anesthesia.

Once who dared to ogle, now bow their heads in front of me. This is what I have earned with power.

Fear.

I like the fear. I like it when they shiver at my mere presence. I fuckking love it.

My heels clinking against the floor reverberated in the silence as I walked past the lawyers and clients standing, discussing something there. My employees greeted me to which I replied with nods and in the end nodding at the watchman I left the place.

My feet came to the halt before my car and as expected, I again saw the same chit sticking above the Bugatti logo.

Same chits, different messages.

I took out the chit and after throwing my heels with other stuff inside the backseat of my car, I slumped on my seat to examine it closely.

The chit. As always the chit has snake design and inside it's empty. I threw the chit inside my purse which had a couple more chits with a frustrated sigh.

Who has a death wish ?

I even tried to find out about the person who sticks these chits on my car but whenever I see the CCTV footage, it shows different children sticking the chits on my car logo everytime.

My whole existence is a hell of a mystery!!!

With a frustrated sigh I tied the laces of my shoes and began driving to my destination.

...

"I'll make you taste defeat today, feroce", someone whispered from behind, his hot breath fanning on my ear before his warmth could make his presence known.

(Feroce : Italian word which means, fierce)

Feroce, my jersey name.

"Khayali pulaav wala chutiya", I scoffed at his empty threats while focusing on wearing my gloves for the race.

(TRANSLATION - Dreamy fuvker)

My coping mechanism- bike racing.

"Cosa (what)???"Roman forehead wrinkled at unintelligible language. He raised his one eyebrow and bending forward a bit, he inquired, "What did you say?"

"Was praising you", I gave a tight-lipped smile. I'm sure my employees would have fainted at this smile of mine.

Not because it's beautiful but because it indicates red.

Danger.

But Romano is not some ordinary man. He is as straight as the tail of a dog. He gagged at my not so innocent smile indicating that he didn't buy the lie. Do I care?

Hell no.

I accelerated, the vibrating effect reverberating through every cell of my being, better than any orgasm in this hell world.

My bike, my boyfriend - Sin.

I love Sin.

Did your mind waver to the hypothetical?

Well then as well, I love sins.

"I love defeating man, darling", I smirked at Roman and shut the face shield of helmet and looked ahead where a girl with an overly excited ass begging to be banged by Roman swayed her hips while ranting the same rules of race as always with a fire gun in her hand.

I hate these chicks kinda woman who are always ready to scream 'yes-fuckk-me-like-a-wh○re-daddy'

No self respect.

That 'swaying ass' counted until three to which everyone accelerated their bikes and then a single gun shot boomed and all the bikes came to their life and started running to reach their goal like predators chasing their prey.

Rape. I recalled to myself the reason I'm here.

A single word of four letters and I'm speeding on my bike like no tomorrow. This is what women can do...press the wound more, torture it, agonize in a best possible way to the extent where even the memory loss couldn't fade the yearning of revenge.

I effortlessly took a huge turn rather speeding less to cover in short, letting others think of me as a fool and get full of pride of overtaking Feroce, the unbeatable racer.

Pride kills you. And I know this.

'Still so proud of yourself ?', my subconscious asked.

"I'm the risk taker baby and even if I die, I would meet the lord of hell soon, it would be interesting to fuckk him", I chuckled while knowing very well that there would be no 'welcome to heaven' gates for me.

(A/N : She don't know that unknowingly she spoke the truth😭)

Time to destroy their bubble. I accelerated over taking the participants and coming side by side with Roman who is so focused in goal that he forgot that we could have something on our way...life can never be a cake walk right?

Roman looked to his right, at me and raised his middle finger and before he could reach the final line, the bike's chain snapped and his bike lost the momentum resulting in his fall.

I crossed the final line and the area erupted with the name of 'Feroce'. Next second I was surrounded by a crowd, congratulating and clicking photos. I posed with my helmet on.

But why didn't it feel like winning?

I turned back to look at Roman. In the middle of the crowd I saw volunteers taking him, his back was visible to me, he was limping on his right leg.

I felt something off. I tried to distract myself but I couldn't shrug off that inkling so I looked at my watch.

Everything is alright.

'I'm sending you the location, the car should be in my garage in an hour', I messaged Gio and sent the location.

"Drinks are in the house. Enjoy", I announced with a thumbs-up and everyone chirped in triumph and made their way to the bar, it gave me a chance to slip away.

...

With my helmet hanging on my left hand and the keychain spinning lazily around my index finger, a quiet rhythm to my thoughts, I entered my mansion which was eerily silent, a haunting reminder of my dark and hollow life filled with sham and alienation.

"Welcome Signora", Liyah, a brunette hair lady with burned and scarred beauty yet healed soul, aged in late forties greeted me. She took my things from my hand and handed to the other staff. I nodded at her and plopped on the Sofa.

Taking the tray from servant, she offered me a glass of water which I declined and taking from her hands I put it on the table and faced her, "Everything good?"

She nodded with a tight-lipped smile, "Why you live in aloof?"

"Not all scars are physical and also the burden of expectations is too much to carry, Leee. So better detach yourself, right?", I raised an eyebrow, looking for any dissent but found none rather she was staring at nothing specific.

"It's alright, Liyah", I gave a light squeeze to her shoulder to which she flinched back to reality and unclenched her sweated palm.

"Yeah- ah I literally forgot-", she passed me black rose bouquet with an envelope tucked in it, "It was delivered by some high profiled man"

My eyebrows twitched in anticipation as I took it from her hand, my heart thudded at the mere probability of it being the invitation I was working hard for years.

Nobody invited with black roses except one person- Tapish Rajvansh Pasqualino, richest investor of Europe.

Though calling out his last name is forbidden. Rumours say he has some resentments with his dead father.

Before giving it a sniff I preferred to confirm , "Did you get it checked?"

I can't trust anyone blindly. Who knows if someone would have sprayed something harmful, right? But this is also the fact that I couldn't help but caress them with utter delicateness.

An enchanting beauty unbound by softness, yet no less alluring. embodiment of mystery that blooms where innocence and danger meet.

I sniffed and it felt like my all senses numbed for a second and then-

It didn't smell bright- no spring garden, no careless joy. It felt something older, deeper, a dark whisper of ache. It smelled like a warning to stay miles away but it dragged me closer.

I took out the envelope of vintage theme, there was a black card inside, it read-

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☆°•. The Starlit Masquerade Gala .•°☆

"A rare convergence of visionaries and ventures"

Welcome

Tapish Rajvansh

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I took out my phone and called Raffaele, who would be going for the third time at the Gala.

"Arsh", he picked up my phone as if he was waiting for my call only, though it's not wrong because he knows very well how important this invitation is for me.

"Raffaele", I sighed.

"You got it, didn't you?"he asked, I can imagine him smirking. I hummed while walking upstairs to my room.

I heard someone's wailing and it brought a smirk on my lips, why not? Not everyday do I hear about Raffaele being so worked up, just because his possession decided to go on a date with someone else.

"Gonna kill him?", I chuckled.

"You knew?", he asked. Not surprised but amused.

"Of course I know. Not everyday Raffaele Salvatore gets jealous. That shit's wailing sounds like he peed on his pants in the mid of torture", I chuckled.

I'm such a psycho bitch and I know god of hell is waiting for me to devour me in his dinner.

(A/N : He will💀)

"I'm not the jealous type of person, Arsh. Motherfucker's eyes were stuck on her breast all the time and I couldn't help but gouge his eyes out and made him blind"

"Whipped bastard", I said in the middle of my yawn. I checked the time and decided to cancel my dinner as it's late- 2 a.m.

"I am", he said and cut the call.

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"My mind was warning but

my heart was a warrior"

Amara

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