THE MAFIA'S GAME

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 3

As the baby slept off, his mind wandered back to the past. He refused to move on from~

And then it began. As the days turned into weeks, Mira's visits to the library became more frequent. Roshan found himself looking forward to her daily visits, and he couldn't help but notice...the way his colleagues teased him about his newfound attention to his dressing. During his work breaks, he would take Mira out for lunch, using his meager salary to pay for her meals. With each passing day, they grew closer, sharing stories and laughter as they explored the town together.

Roshan's past was marked by abandonment and filled with loneliness. His parents, who had gotten divorced when he was a teenager, had left him to fend for himself. His mother had taken his younger sister, while his father had taken his younger brother. Roshan was left alone, feeling like he had no family to call his own. Despite the court intervention, he was left to his own. He moved from their urban town to a more remote place at the outskirt of Zurich, Switzerland. It was there he was as librarian in their local library.

Mira's story was no less heartbreaking. An orphan since the age of five, she had bounced from one foster family to another, never quite finding a place to call home. Her parents had left behind a trust fund, but it had only seemed to attract people who wanted to exploit her for her money. After getting a good amount of it, they left her on the street for the next predator. It continued that way until she became of age to take care of herself.

Despite their troubled pasts, Roshan and Mira had found happiness in each other's company. They texted each other regularly, sharing their dreams and ambitions. For the first time in their lives, they felt like they had found a sense of belonging.

Life became more rosy for them, not until the first tragedy struck...

Over time, Mira and Roshan's closeness began to wither. Their conversations, once effortless and engaging, had become forced and strained. Roshan couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss. He tried to brush it off as mere anxiety, but the growing sense of unease in his chest refused to subside.

One evening, Roshan decided to pay Mira a visit, hoping to catch her off guard and get to the bottom of what was troubling her. As he approached her apartment, he noticed the lights were on, but the curtains were drawn. He knocked on the door, and when there was no answer, he knocked again. This time, he heard a faint sobbing sound coming from inside.

Roshan's heart sank, and he quickly opened the door, calling out Mira's name. As he entered the apartment, he saw Mira curled up on the couch, her eyes red and puffy from crying. The room was dimly lit, with only a single lamp casting a faint glow.

Roshan rushed to Mira's side, concern etched on his face. "Mira, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle. Mira looked up at Roshan, her eyes welling up with tears. "I'm sorry, Roshan," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Roshan's eyes narrowed, confusion written across his face. "What's going on, Mira?" he pressed, his voice firm but gentle. Mira took a deep breath, her hands shaking as she reached for something on the coffee table. She handed Roshan a small piece of paper, her eyes avoiding his.