Meera's PoV

It was a new beginning for me when i said that i will never meet the twin brothers ever again. I felt light i felt i deserve somone better. I was shocked how my father traded me to them. I closed my eyes and a tear sliped down my eye. Pranay whom i met accidentally or by destiny is protecting me. I will become more and more stronger because week women are juat a prey to such mens like Thakur's.

I will be the independent emotionally and financially. This was the first though that came to my mind and yes this was right. I will be stronger.

The wind whispered a promise of a new dawn as I stepped out of the dilapidated house. The dusty path ahead was filled with uncertainty but also a hint of liberation. With Pranay by my side, I knew I had a fighting chance. His strong arms wrapped around me, giving me a comfort that I hadn't felt in what felt like an eternity. His eyes, filled with a fiery determination, assured me that he would never let anyone harm me again.

The journey to the mansion was a blur, my mind racing with thoughts of the future. What would it hold for me? Would I ever find peace from the shadow of the Thakur brothers? As we approached the grand gates, I felt a strange mix of fear and excitement. The mansion stood tall and imposing, a stark contrast to the simple village life I'd always known.

Once inside, the grandeur of the place took my breath away. The high ceilings adorned with intricate moldings, the gleaming marble floors, and the opulent furnishings whispered tales of wealth and power that I'd never before encountered. Pranay, ever the calm man, noticed my apprehension and gave me a warm smile.

"Take your time, freshen up. Let's have a meal together," he suggested, his voice cold but his eyes brimming with warmth just for me.

The washroom was a sanctuary, a stark contrast to the opulence of the mansion. The warm water from the showerhead cascaded down my body, caressing the scars that had become a part of me. The heat of the water seemed to melt away the layers of fear and pain, offering a brief respite from the weight I'd been carrying. Stripping off my clothes, I stepped into the shower, allowing the droplets to dance over my skin. With every touch, it was as if the water was whispering a gentle promise of healing. The scent of lavender from the soap filled the air, creating a serene ambience.

The tears came without warning, a silent cascade that matched the flow of the shower. They were not just for the pain of the past but also for the anger that boiled within me. Anger at the Thakur brothers, anger at my father, and anger at myself for ever believing that love could exist in a world so cruel. As the water washed away the soap, my resolve grew stronger. I would not let anyone else hold the power to hurt me so deeply again. Love was a luxury I could not afford in this life of survival.

Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped myself in a towel and walked over to the full-length mirror. The girl staring back at me had grown stronger, her eyes gleaming with a newfound determination. I reached for the dress laid out on the bed, feeling the soft fabric of the sheets that covered it.

The black dress was simple yet elegant, a stark reminder of the mourning I felt for the girl I once was. As I uncovered it, I saw that it was not just any dress; it was a symbol of the price I'd paid for the freedom I now held in my trembling hands.

Pranay waited for me in the dining hall, his eyes never leaving the entrance. The grand table was set with fine china and silverware that gleamed under the chandelier. He had ordered a feast, an attempt to celebrate my newfound independence. As I took my seat, he offered me a plate of warm, steaming food that smelled heavenly. Each bite was a declaration of victory over my past, filling me with a nourishment that went beyond the physical.

Throughout dinner, we talked of our dreams and aspirations. He spoke of his vision to create a haven for those like me, who'd been shackled by the tyranny of the Thakur brothers. His passion was palpable, and it ignited a spark within me. I realized that I could be a part of something greater than just surviving. I could help others find the strength that I had discovered within myself.

Meera's PoV end

"I want to work with you," said Meera taking Pranay's attention. Her voice firm with resolve. His eyes lit up with hope, and he took my hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I am talking about your mafia business." Meera added. Making Pranay shocked but he nodded in understanding. "I know it's dangerous but I want to contribute. I want to make sure that no other girl goes through what I did," Meera explained him her will, voice filled with conviction.

Pranay's gaze searched her eyes, looking for any sign of doubt. He somewhere knew the path ahead was fraught with peril, but he also knew that sometimes, the only way to fight fire was with fire. He was sceptical, but he didn't want to crush the hope that had just been kindled in my heart.

"Alright," he said, his voice measured. "But first, we must ensure  your capability. The world of the mafia is not a place for the faint-hearted."

Pranay's words hung in the air, a silent challenge that resonated within her. Meera knew he was right; this was no fairy tale where love and good intentions alone could conquer evil. But she also knew that she had a burning desire for justice, and she was willing to learn whatever it took to make a difference.

Over the next few weeks, Pranay began training Meer. He taught her the art of combat, the subtleties of strategy, and the importance of disguise. Each day was a battle, pushing her limits, making her question her strength. Yet, with every punch thrown and every bullet dodged, she grew more confident, more skilled. The bruises that painted her body were badges of honor, reminders of the battles she faced and won.