Chapter 7

𝙎𝙤𝙛𝙞𝙖:

Another month, and another set of bouquet and that too in Rome too, should I be feeling cherished that someone cares, Or should I be gloomy that someone is stalking.

I think latter one is the better option to rely on.

These flower bouquets are arriving in my place ever since I left USA.

But the most unusual thing is why in Rome??

I don't have much friends in Italy, or should I say, about no friends in Italy.

I am a simple girl.

I just aspire to fulfill my dreams.

But these flowers make me suspicious, that someone is stalking me.

It's creepy, a lot.

Everytime I think about it, my heart sinks on imagining different kinds of possibilities.

Is someone peeping my personal life or more than that??

Initially when this bouquet arrived, I ignored it.

Ignored it cause I thought it can be a sending mistake, or a coincidence.

It's all mechanical, so we can expect mistake.

But now, everything is different.

I don't feel safe, I don't know why??

May be I miss dad??

But I was the one who chose to live my life, in my own conditions, discovering this world with every sort of possibility and probability.

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𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙨:

I'm bloodstained.

A pool of blood all over my shirt.

And that too, of one of my most trusted men, Peter.

We were raised up together.

I knew him since ages, when his corpse touched the dirt filled sand, I sure wasn't contented.

leading the fourteen years of mafia's life, I once regretted over something.

But now I'm restless.

Restless, because he lost his life, in front of me.

He betrayed me.

He betrayed us, our friendship, yet I'm restless.

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝘼𝘿𝘿𝙀𝙎𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘼𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝘽𝙀𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙔𝘼𝙇 𝙄𝙎 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙄𝙏 𝙉𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙎 𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙀𝙉𝙀𝙈𝙄𝙀𝙎.

He was like a brother to me.

When I saw him collapsing in ground , I was having an emotion, I never felt before.

Grief.

For whom??

A betrayer???

my mind is revolving around it, and still not getting a satisfactory conclusion.

I don't know, what I thought, I disguised myself and headed straight to Sofia's work place.

I don't want to talk.

I just want to watch her.

It's almost evening when the cafe is about to be closed.

" A latte!! " I ordered, and she was the one who received my order.

Looking at her, my heart met it's normal pace.

Just a minutes ago, I felt so restless , and now everything is gone.

Just peace.

Nothing else.

She was giggling while placing a tray across her chest.

I was watching her.

Endlessly.

And there she appeared, a latte in her hands.

She took a clear three minutes to examine me, but I didn't feel a need to look at her, so I didn't.

I just sipped my latte.

She was gone in a minute.

but I felt her gaze.

I'm sure, she is watching me, suspecting me.

As I was known to her.

But I tried not to reveal my face, and it worked.

My temper calmed and I just headed back to my mansion, leaving the half sipped latte there and paying for it.

I promised myself never to meet her again.

Never to visit her again.

But I did.

I broke my wall.

My own wall.

My wall built in all those years to protect me from internel harms.

I never had the urge to see someone so badly till today.

I tried to avoid her, but no, I was inevitably attracted to look at her beautiful face.

When her lips curled up talking to her friend, was enough for me.

It was enough for me regain my strength.

I can't give frequent visits to this place.

She'll consider me as a stalker.

But will I be able to distance myself from her.

Will I??.

It's more than a mocking statement to my inner self, that I am slowly being attracted to a girl.

That I'm not able to push her away.

𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄'𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧.

𝙎𝙤𝙛𝙞𝙖:

Almost about a day for Carniella's party, and I don't have a perfect dress for me.

I talked to her about my problem, she said, she can lend me her dress.

But the problem is, my size is a bit smaller than her.

My waist is a bit slimmer, so that's why her clothes look baggy on me.

I am having my expense issues but I can't say no to her.

She is celebrating one year anniversary of her and her boyfriend being together.

When I was returning back to my apartment, my eyes landed on a beautiful dress displayed out of the showroom.

It was a beautiful, sober pink evening gown, having pink flowers all around.

It's all angelic.



I loved it, but a single glance at the price tag, made my hopes shatter.

Well if it was previous me, I would have purchased it.

But now situations are different.

I  am learning to adapt.

My life is not same.

Even a penny is worth.

I can spend on this dress.

Closing my eyes, and giving a deep sigh, I went to the apartment.

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Sitting in my apartment looking at the stars  is my favorite hobby.

Peace, everywhere.

I was scrolling through my gallery, when the door bell rings.

Who can be at this time??

And that too why.??

ohk come on Sofie, gather your guts, and look out.

I looked at the peephole, it was a delivery boy.

An Italian delivery boy.

I didn't open the door, I just said from inside.

" who's this!! ? " I asked.

" ho un pacco per te"( I have a parcel for you)

I'm not familiar with Italian that much, I have just learned basic, so I couldn't interpret.

" sorry can you speak English!! "

" mam, there is a parcel for you!! "he parroted in his Italian accent.

I opened the door and looked at him, he made me sign a paper, and was about to leave when I asked.

" can you inform me who sent this?? "

I am sure I have to pack my belongings if my father has found me.

" I'm sorry mam, there isn't any name given"

I nodded an he left.

Living in an alien country isn't easy, you are suspicious of everything.

Your circumstances and your gender makes you so.

Italy isn't a very safe place, that I have learned in these months.

I immediately took a glance to the parcel.

it was a neatly wrapped gift.

I opened and found the same dress I have been looking some hours ago.

Is someone cracking a prank over me??

Cause this isn't funny at all.

Did Carniella send this??

But how did she manage to grab this amount.

I shook my paranoid head and took time to appreciate the beauty of the gown.

It was beautiful.

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The surrounding is perfect, everything is looking so Royal, I suppose her boyfriend is rich enough to throw this party.

" God, my my, you are looking perfect Sofia!! " Carniella dramatically covered her mouth with her hand.

I chuckled at her reaction.

I am not a party person, so I was just sipping my wine at the corner looking at people rocking the dance floor.

"Hey bellissima, come mai una donna sexy come te sta da sola!! ".

( hey beautiful, how come a hot lady like you standing alone at the corner)

A blonde guy said, letting me not understanding a single word in his strong Italian accent.

" I'm sorry, I'm not so good at Italian!! " I awkwardly smiled.

" bellisima, will you honour me having a dance with you?? " he extended his hands.

" I'm not good at dancing " I tried to avoid.

" bellisima, come on, enjoy " he dragged me to the dance floor.

The music was soothing but not his touches.

his touches were creepy, his hands roamed from my back to my butt area, making me stiffened .

' bad touch alert'. my inner self announced, and distancing myself from him and excusing myself I ran to the outer area, for the fresh area.

" what happened bellisima??? " the same guy came from behind.

" nothing, I just don't feel like dancing "

" no problem, but we can at least have some fun!! "

he started roaming his filthy hands on my body, while I kept struggling under his grip, his one hand was covering my mouth which avoided my screams.

Save me God.

I don't know what happened but I fainted, and the darkness engulfed me.

𝙎𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 7𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙥𝙖𝙙 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩??

𝙂𝙪𝙮𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨.

𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤 𝙫𝙤𝙩𝙚 ⭐⭐ 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 ❤❤❤