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Misha's was so pure and beautiful, it could destroy nations. Her innocence made people willing to die just to protect her.
Alexander, the most powerful man on Earth, saw something in Misha that no one else did. He was the king of kings...
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It's been about a year and a half since that day-the day I escaped, the day I left everything behind. I've built a new life for myself in India, living under a different name, a different identity. I am no longer Aarna. I'm Trisha now. I had to be someone else to survive, someone who couldn't be traced back to the past. My old life, the one I had with Alexander, is gone, buried under a new name and a new existence.
I'm studying at a medical college, pursuing my dreams in a field I've always wanted to work in. And to my surprise, I'm doing well. Actually, I'm doing better than I ever thought I would. I'm working as an intern now, earning a good income for myself, and I've managed to keep my head down, avoiding attention. I live in a small rented apartment, but it's cute and cozy, just the way I like it. It's my little sanctuary.
Life isn't perfect. I don't go out after 6 p.m., and I rarely leave my apartment unless it's for college or work. My days are spent between the hospital, the college, and a nearby café I go to when I need some peace. The world outside feels so different now-so safe, yet fragile. I keep my identity hidden. I have to.
It wasn't long ago when I was about to board a flight to New York, escaping once again. I had bought an online ticket for New York, a backup plan in case things went wrong. But the moment I got to the airport, I saw something that made me change my mind. I saw men-strangers, but there was something about them that made my heart stop. I knew they were connected to Alexander, to the Mafia. I couldn't risk it. I couldn't go to New York and be trapped again. So, I quickly left and took a flight back to India instead, all while keeping my new identity a secret.
As I settled in India, I tried to forget. I tried to live a normal life. But I couldn't. Every now and then, the fear would creep back into my thoughts. Alexander. The Mafia. The danger. Was he still looking for me? Was he out there somewhere, searching for his lost love, his Aarna?
But then, a news report caught my attention. The headline flashed across the screen: "The Fall of Mafia King Rox: New King Takes Over."
Rox. It was Alexander's old name. He was no longer the King of Kings. Someone else had taken over. Someone more powerful, someone whose name I didn't know. But the only clue was his initials-AM.
