Alia surrendered herself completely to Viktor's dominance and intensity and whispered, "You know, Viktor, despite your cruelty, despite this dark world of yours... strangely, I really like Russian men. I haven't seen such stubborn and possessive people anywhere else like you."
Viktor paused for a moment, brushing his hair back, and looked into Alia's eyes. His gaze still held that cold, fiery glint. With a crooked smile, he stroked Alia's chin and said, "Oh, is that so? Is this the particular quality of Russian men that has captivated you? But this dark side of mine is nothing but cruelty. So tell me, for exactly what reason do you like them so much? Are you finding something else in this ruthlessness of mine?"
His voice held a hint of a challenge. Viktor seemed to want to hear the truth from Alia's lips a truth that would be enough to trap her in his web not just for this moment, but forever.Alia's smile now carried a note of extreme contempt. Looking into Viktor's eyes, she pulled herself away in one swift motion and sat up on the bed. Her voice no longer held the surrendered tone from before; it now carried a sharp, stinging sarcasm.
With a mocking laugh, she said, "Rights? Gifts? What are you trying to buy with all this, Viktor? All this immense wealth, this luxurious palace what do you actually do with it? Are these just ways to mask your loneliness, or are they a means to hide the guilt of your dark world?"
She leaned in closer, looking directly into his eyes, her voice burning like fire. "You think you've bought my soul with these expensive gifts? Listen, Viktor, this money might be a symbol of power to you, but to me, it's nothing more than a pile of paper. Your arrogance, your 'mafia god-complex' they only hide the scared little boy inside you who doesn't know the difference between love and entitlement."
Viktor stood as still as stone. The language Alia used to insult him was deeply humiliating for a Russian mafia lord. His jaw tightened, and his eyes burned with a strange mix of hatred and rage. He didn't know if Alia had been acting the entire time, but every word at this moment struck a direct blow to his ego. A cruel and cold smile spread across Viktor's lips. He didn't shout in response to Alia's insult; instead, his gaze grew even more terrifying. He calmly pulled out his smartphone and held it in front of Alia's eyes. The screen displayed video footage a luxurious private party surrounded by a crowd of beautiful women. In the center was Viktor, nonchalantly tossing stacks of cash into the air, as if money were nothing but scraps of paper. The scene was one of extreme decadence and intimacy, designed to shake Alia to her core.
Without taking his eyes off the screen, Viktor leaned in close to Alia's ear and whispered, "You were asking what I do with my money? Look here the language in the eyes of every woman in my world, every pleasure I buy it all with this money. To me, love or respect everything has a price, and I pay that price with these stacks of notes. If you think you are special to me, you are wrong, Alia. You, too, are just a part of this game, a price for which I have already paid."
He forced her to stare deeper into the screen, where every scene showcased Viktor's ultimate dominance and his cruel control over the women around him. Viktor laughed cruelly, "Do you still think I am that scared boy who doesn't know the difference between love and entitlement? Or are you finally beginning to realize that every brick of this palace costs far more than you can imagine?" Alia remained stunned after watching the cruel and insulting video footage. She said nothing, just stared at Viktor like a statue. Then, in a very calm but firm voice, she said, "I am not like you, Viktor."
Viktor paused for a moment, his brows furrowing. He leaned in closer to study her and said, "Not like me? What do you mean? We are both two sides of the same coin. You are a psycho hidden behind a mask of kindness, and as for what I am it is beyond your imagination. Do you really think there is any difference between us?"
This time, Alia didn't answer; she slowly moved even closer to Viktor. In the uncomfortable silence of the room, both of them were covered by a sheet, but their gazes crackled with strange tension. Alia came to rest right against Viktor's chest, her breath brushing against him. She placed her hand on his shoulder and whispered, "There is a difference, Viktor. Because there are limits to what you can do, but there are no limits to my madness."
Viktor seemed to fall even deeper into her trap, mesmerized by her bold and hypnotic manner. He couldn't tell if this intimacy was a sign of Alia's surrender, or a preparation for her to take ultimate revenge on him. Alia moved even closer with her cold, mysterious demeanor, as if she were intent on completely consuming Viktor's personal space. Without a moment's hesitation, she sat right on Viktor's lap. In a flash, her hand reached toward the dressing table, picking up an expensive lighter and a cigarette of Viktor's preferred brand. She lit the cigarette with practiced precision and held it to Viktor's lips.
Viktor gazed steadily at Alia as he exhaled the smoke. His eyes narrowed he could now understand that Alia hadn't come close just for a simple game. Alia's boldness, this touch, and that strange, intoxicating look in her eyes it was all a profound signal. Viktor realized that Alia was now looking to change the equation of power. She was no longer just a woman under Viktor's protection; she was now asserting her own dominance over him.
Viktor exhaled a long trail of smoke and smiled faintly. He knew what terrifying plans were hidden behind Alia's 'calm' facade, yet he was willing to be a part of this game of hers at this moment. Alia exhaled the cigarette smoke toward Viktor's face and smiled faintly, as if every word she spoke was piercing his ego like a poisoned arrow. Looking directly into Viktor's eyes, she said in a cold, chilling voice, "Do you know, Viktor, what ordinary people think when they hear the name 'Mafia'? They think mafia means piles of money, mansions, luxury cars, and revelry with women. They think that everything in this world can be bought with money."
She stroked the skin near Viktor's neck and added in a very low whisper, "But the real mafia are those who do not chase money, but use both money and people as pawns in their game. Those who think they can buy everything are fools. Because real power and loyalty can never be bought they must be commanded the same way you are trying to win my loyalty today."
Viktor understood the depth of her words. Alia wasn't just insulting him; she was questioning the very foundation of his 'mafia empire'. Viktor's jaw tightened, for he knew that Alia's words were not just empty talk, but a manifestation of a new, dangerous side of her power. Viktor instantly wrapped his powerful arms around Alia's waist and leaned toward her neck. He kissed her neck gently and whispered into her ear, "Trying to play me for a fool, Alia? Remember, I am Viktor I am not as foolish as you think."
Alia, unfazed, exhaled the cigarette smoke and replied in a very cold voice, "Viktor, if you had said these things earlier, perhaps I would have been afraid."
Viktor let out a cruel laugh, his eyes now filled with a predatory glint. He pressed closer to her ear and said, "Foolish? A clever person would have stayed silent when faced with such a situation. But you? You seem to be roaring like a tigress even while facing danger. Is this your true self, or are you just putting on a show before your inevitable destruction?" Viktor ran his hand through Alia's hair, his eyes filled with a primal obsession. Leaning toward her ear, he said in a somewhat raspy voice, "You know, Alia, there is a special magic in girls from Bangladesh. Their long hair, their body language... everything is an irresistible attraction. When they come close, their long hair gets tangled between my fingers, making intimate moments so much more intense. That strange pull of their physique and personality, which is different from everyone else I cannot deny it."
He grabbed the roots of Alia's hair and pulled her slightly closer. Viktor's voice was now lower and more serious, "Just like you your long hair, your intensity, it's all enough to drive me completely mad. You don't know, I want to wrap you in the intoxication of my every moment with these very strands of hair."। Viktor gently moved the strands of hair from Alia's grip and looked into her eyes. Alia's voice was now calm but deep as she spoke directly in her mother tongue, সবাই তো আর তোমার মতো গায়ের জোরে সবকিছু পেতে চায় না, ভিক্টর। কিছু জিনিস পাওয়ার জন্য একটু ধৈর্যের প্রয়োজন হয়।" Not everyone wants to get everything by brute force like you, Viktor. Some things require a little patience to attain." Although Viktor had been speaking in English until now, he was not even slightly surprised to hear fluent Bengali from Alia. Instead, a strange look of satisfaction appeared at the corner of his lips. He replied in very fluent and serious Bengali তুমি কি ভেবেছিলে আমি তোমার ভাষা বুঝব না? আলিয়া, এই অন্ধকার জগতে টিকে থাকতে হলে শুধু অস্ত্র চালানো নয়, অনেক ভাষা আর মানুষের মনের ভাষা পড়তে জানতে হয়। আর বাংলাদেশিদের রহস্যময়তা নিয়ে আমার যে দুর্বলতা আছে, তা কি তুমি আজও বুঝতে পারোনি? Did you think I wouldn't understand your language? Alia, to survive in this dark world, you need to know not just how to wield weapons, but how to read languages and the minds of people. And haven't you realized my weakness for the mystery of Bangladeshis yet?"। Viktor tightened his grip on her hair and answered in Bengali। আমি জানি তুমি কী চাইছো, আলিয়া। তুমি চাইছো আমাকে তোমার জালে বন্দি করতে। কিন্তু মনে রেখো। In this room, under my roof, I am the one who sets the rules. And tonight, you are going to learn what it truly means to belong to someone like me."