THE MAFIA'S GAME

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 5

Weeks turned into months, and Mira's pregnancy began to show. Her belly swelled, and her movements slowed, but her smile remained radiant. The people around her couldn't help but notice the change, and soon, the whole town was abuzz with the news of her pregnancy.

Everyone, from their friends to their colleagues, congratulated Roshan, assuming he was the father. "Congratulations, Roshan! You're going to be a father!" they'd say, shaking his hand or patting him on the back. Roshan would smile and nod, his eyes shining with pride, as if to say, "Yes, I'm the father, and I couldn't be happier."

But not everyone was thrilled with the news. The pastor at their church, a stern-looking man with a kind heart, looked at them with a mixture of disappointment and understanding when they informed him about the situation.

"I'm glad you two are planning to get married," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "But I must remind you that the church frowns upon premarital pregnancy."

Roshan and Mira exchanged a nervous glance, but the pastor's expression softened as they explained their plans to get married as soon as possible after the delivery.

"I wish you both the best," he said, his voice filled with a warm, paternal tone. "May God bless your union and your child."

They made arrangements for the marriage to take place months after the delivery. Fate seemed to be falling into place for the young couple, or so they thought. They were unaware of what the future held.

Mira's lack of family meant that the news of her marriage was met with little fanfare, aside from the congratulations of her friends and colleagues. Roshan, however, felt a sense of duty to inform his own family about the upcoming wedding and the baby on the way.

He sat down and wrote a letter to his parents and siblings, detailing the news about Mira, her pregnancy, and their plans to get married. He knew his family wasn't particularly interested in his life, but he wanted to fulfill his obligation as a son, if only to avoid any potential criticism in the future.

As he sealed the envelope and sent the letter on its way, Roshan felt a sense of detachment. He knew his family's response would be lukewarm at best, but he had done his part to keep them informed. Now, he could focus on building a life with Mira, free from the burdens of his complicated family history.

He received a reply a few days later, but just as he had thought, they were carefree about it, and none of them made it known to him if they would be attending the marriage or not. But it wasn't really his issue. He felt as if a weight was being lifted from his shoulders.

Eight months later, Mira's hands instinctively went to her swollen belly as she walked alongside Roshan through the park. Roshan smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"You're glowing," he said, his voice filled with affection. Mira laughed, her eyes sparkling.

"I'm just getting bigger," she replied, playfully rolling her eyes. Roshan chuckled, pulling her closer.

"You're beautiful, no matter what," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.

It had become a regular routine for them to visit the park often. Mira was in love with the flowers grown there, and Roshan made sure to pick some for her.

They returned home that evening after their visit to the park. Roshan went to the kitchen to make a quick dinner, while Mira went to the room to take a nap. Her eyes glanced at a box that had fallen slightly out of the cupboard. It was where she kept the evidence against the secret Mafia group she had been investigating.

She went to the cupboard to hide it well, but Roshan came in just then. She gasped in shock, and Roshan rushed towards her, holding her waist.

"Are you okay?" he asked, concern etched on his face, as he led her to the bed. She nodded positively, still clutching the box tightly.

"What's in there?" Roshan asked, noticing the way she held the box. "It's nothing," she responded, but Roshan raised a brow, clearly unconvinced.

"Okay, it contains some information about my parents," she lied, pretending to sob, which made Roshan feel pity for her.

"Should I open it for you?" he offered, but she quickly rejected the idea.

"Don't," she responded. "Promise me you'll never open it unless I ask you to?" Mira said, straightening out her pinky finger.

Roshan chuckled at her childishness, but he made the promise. "I promise, Mira. I'll never open it unless you ask me to."

Mira gave a sigh of relief. Roshan was a man of his word, so she was confident that he would never check the contents of the box.

"I'm really sorry for lying to you, Roshan," she apologized, though no one was listening.

She felt bad for hiding such a thing from him, but she knew that such knowledge could be a risk to a person's life. She had risked her life to gather the evidence, and she didn't want to risk Roshan's life either by telling him.

"Somethings are better hidden for some while," she muttered to herself before finally putting the box finally away.

She knew that it was her power against the men that placed her in her present condition. She was determined to make them pay for their crimes.

Would her desires come to reality?

As Mira put the box away, she couldn't shake off the feeling that she was being watched. She looked around the room, but there was no one there. Shrugging it off as mere paranoia, she lay down on the bed, her mind racing with thoughts of the future.

Little did she know, her past was about to catch up with her in ways she never could have imagined.