Marco gave a mischievous smile and said
Marco: "There's no point wasting this beautiful night and your stunning look standing here. Let's go party . I have a private club on the edge of the city where even Viktor's shadow can't reach."
Alia hesitated for a moment. She knew every second spent outside the palace was a gamble with death. But her heart yearned for a brief escape from Viktor's suffocating environment. Adjusting the hem of her red dress, she looked into Marco's eyes and nodded.
Alia: (Firmly) "Okay Let's go. For tonight at least, I want to forget everything and just live for myself."
Marco happily opened the door of his luxury car for her. As Alia stepped in, her golden anklets chimed softly. The car sped through the falling snow toward a magical destination.
Alia didn't know how this party would end or what would happen when Viktor discovered his 'Queen' was spending the night with the Italian Lord. But for now, the elegance of her red dress and Marco's company intoxicated her with a sense of freedom. Amidst the colorful lights and blaring music of the party, the atmosphere was enchanting. The club was the epitome of luxury. As Alia stepped out of the car, adjusting her red dress, Marco reached out and took her hand (Hat dhore).
Marco held Alia's hand firmly yet tenderly within his own. There was a sense of reassurance in that touch, as if he were trying to tell her she was safe there.
Marco: (Looking into Alia's eyes) "Welcome, Alia. Tonight is only for you. Viktor's terrifying shadow cannot reach beneath these lights today."
Holding Marco's hand, Alia moved through the crowd. With the brilliance of her red dress and the chime of her golden anklets, everyone's eyes in the club turned toward them. But Alia felt a mix of emotions on one hand, the joy of freedom; on the other, the fear of Viktor's demonic rage.
Marco led Alia through the crowd directly toward the VIP zone, never letting go of her hand for even a second. Under the enchanting lights of the party, Marco became a bit emotional. He placed his hand around Alia's waist and gently pulled her into an embrace The combination of Alia's red dress and Marco's black suit caught everyone's eye in the club. Marco then began to introduceAlia with pride to his influential friends present there.
Marco: (Looking at everyone with great elegance) "Friends, let me introduce you. This is Alia. The most beautiful and brave woman in this city no, perhaps in all of Russia."
Marco's friends looked at them with wide eyes. One of them said with a light laugh, "Marco, your taste is truly magnificent. Alia looks like a princess!"
For a moment, Alia forgot about Viktor. Marco's warm embrace and this public recognition gave her a strange sense of comfort. But her subconscious mind kept reminding her that if any of Viktor's spies saw this scene, a bloodbath would follow.
Marco leaned in and whispered into Alia's ear
Marco: "Don't be afraid, Alia. Tonight, you aren't a mafia's prisoner; you are simply someone special to me. Enjoy this night."
Alia gave a faint smile, but her golden anklets seemed to tremble with a hidden fear.When Marco called someone out from the crowd with a smile, a maid stepped forward. In her arms was a small child, and seeing him, Alia's heart seemed to stop for a moment.
Looking at Alia, Marco said in a calm yet deep voice
Marco: "Alia, look who is here. This is our lost piece... your child."
Alia stood frozen like a statue, seeing her own child before her eyes. She couldn't even blink; her heart felt like it would burst with emotion. She never imagined she would get back the child who had been taken from her empty arms due to the pressure of circumstances.
Alia: (In a trembling voice) "My... my baby? How is he here? Marco, where did you bring him from?"
Alia stumbled forward and took the child into her arms with utmost tenderness. A gut-wrenching cry escaped her throat. She kissed the baby's forehead repeatedly and sobbed uncontrollably. The sound of her golden anklets now seemed to chime in a mournful tune.
Alia: (Clasping the child) "My sweetheart! Mama will never leave you again. I knew you existed; I knew you would come back!"
But a moment later, Viktor's terrifying face flashed in Alia's mind. If Viktor found out that Alia had met her child behind his back a child Viktor might have wanted to remove from this world forever then this joyful party would turn into a graveyard in an instant.
Alia looked at Marco with terrified eyes.
Alia: "Marco, if Viktor finds out he is alive, he won't leave anyone standing. Why did you bring him here? We are all in danger!" Marco gave a strange, triumphant smile. After being in Alia's arms, the child suddenly cried out, whispering (Father), and reached out toward Marco. Hearing that word from the child's mouth made Alia's heart tremble. She realized that behind her back, it was Marco who had been protecting this child.
But it was time to return to Viktor's palace. Terrified of being caught, Alia became restless. She quickly composed herself, handed the child back to the maid, and spoke to Marco in a desperate voice
Alia: "I can't stay here for another moment, Marco. I have to go If Viktor returns before I do, he will bury me alive."
Alia adjusted her red dress while glancing around. Her eyes held the pain of leaving her child and the terror of Viktor's wrath.
Alia: "How much longer will you stay in Russia?Your being here means inviting your own death. He won't let you go."
In response to Alia's concern, Marco showed no fear; instead, he smiled with his characteristic elegance.
Marco: "Until I can take you and this child to a safe place, I am not leaving Russia, Alia. Viktor might be a Mafia Lord, but I know how to fight from within the shadows."
Without another word, Alia rushed toward the darkness outside the club. In the midst of the snowfall, the sound of her golden anklets seemed faster and more fearful than before. She knew that tonight was a precursor to a massive storm in her life. music and reached Alia's ears. The little one began to scream in Italian, saying he was hungry and wanted milk.
Child: (In Italian) "Papà, ho fame... voglio il latte!" (Dad, I'm hungry... I want milk!)
Alia froze for a second. It was her own child, yet he was speaking in a different language—one she understood, but it felt like a strange distance between them. Marco then picked up the child with great affection and began to comfort him skillfully in Italian.
Marco: (In Italian) "Tranquillo, piccolo mio. Tra poco avrai il tuo latte. Non piangere, la mamma deve andare ora, ma torneremo presto." (Quiet, my little one. You'll have your milk soon. Don't cry, Mama has to go now, but we will be back together soon.)
Seeing the Italian lilt in Marco's voice and his deep bond with the child made Alia's heart ache. She realized that Marco wasn't just the child's protector; over this long time, he had taken the place of a father in the boy's life.
Alia: (In a choked voice) "Has he only learned Italian, Marco? Does he not know his mother is Bengali?"
Marco gave Alia a melancholic smile.
Marco: "Circumstances raised him this way, Alia. But the bond of blood knows no language. Go now, don't be late. I'll handle him."
Alia wiped her tears and stepped into the darkness. The sound of her golden anklets mingled with the falling snow, creating a mournful tune, while behind her remained the heart-wrenching sound of her child's cries in Italian. Marco looked at Alia with strangely enchanting eyes and smiled. He said in a low voice
Marco: "You may be Bengali, Alia, but the ice and elegance of Russia are now in your blood. You aren't just an ordinary woman anymore; you are the mother of a warrior."
Alia could no longer hold herself back. At the sound of her child's cry, her maternal instinct overcame all fear. She rushed forward and took the child into her arms from Marco. Then, with utmost tenderness, she began to comfort the baby in Italian.
Alia: (In Italian) "Vieni qui, amore mio. La mamma è qui. Non piangere più." (Come here, my love. Mama is here. Don't cry anymore.)
Alia moved to a secluded corner of the VIP zone and pulled her child close to her chest.
A deep secret lay behind this scene. To escape Viktor's suspicion and hide her motherhood, Alia took medication to stop lactation every day. Viktor didn't want any trace of motherhood on Alia's body. But by a twist of fate, in her hurry to leave today, Alia had forgotten to take the medicine.
As the hungry child pressed against her, a strange sensation surged through Alia's entire body. The maternal flow that had been suppressed for so long finally broke all barriers. With profound fulfillment, she began to breastfeed her child.
Tears welled in Alia's eyes. On one hand, the satisfaction of feeding her hungry child; on the other, the absolute terror of being caught by Viktor. If Viktor ever found out that Alia had stopped her medication and returned to her secret child, it wouldn't take a moment for her red dress to be soaked in the color of real blood.
As she stroked the child's head, Alia looked at Marco. There was a new resolve in her eyes she no longer wanted to be Viktor's puppet. As the child felt his mother's warmth, his cries turned into a serene "Hummmm" sound. With utter dependence, he touched the warmth of his mother's breast with his tiny, soft hands. The long-deprived maternal bond seemed to be fulfilled in an instant.
Feeling Alia's warmth and that familiar scent, the baby slowly closed his eyes His tender cheeks turned redwith emotion and satisfaction. He seemed intoxicated by the pure love he was receiving from his mother.
As Alia looked at the child's reddened cheeks and peaceful face, tears streamed down her eyes. She realized that all of Viktor's medications and cruelties couldn't kill the mother inside her. Even in the bone-chilling Russian winter, her warmth was giving birth to a new life today.
Alia: (To herself) "My sweetheart... I can endure any hell for your touch. Sleep now; Mama won't let any danger touch you."
But in the midst of that peaceful moment, Alia startled. The harsh horn of a car echoed outside the club. She feared Viktor's men might have arrived! She quickly composed herself and held the child even tighter. Marco stood in the distance, watching the door with alert eyes, his pistol glinting in the dark corner.
The magical atmosphere of the night took a turn toward extreme tension. Alia knew that if this secret motherhood hidden beneath her red dress were discovered today, she wouldn't live to see tomorrow's sun.