They wanted to hold on. The battle between them continued-but this time, the fight was not just physical strength, it was also a struggle of mental unrest.
In the end, it was uncertain who would win or lose, but this marked a new level in their relationship-a new phase where they respected each other and fought within their own consciousness and emotions. The intense battle between Alia and Victor was ongoing, but at one moment, Alia made a slight mistake, and Victor used his strategy to defeat her. Alia fell to one side, and Victor, even if only briefly, managed to win.
Victor became calm for a moment, but there was a certain glint of victory in his eyes. He looked at Alia for a bit, then said in a cold voice, "Look, I am never light-handed."
Then, Victor grabbed Alia's leg, as if to completely take control over her. Alia stayed silent for a while, but anger and frustration showed in her eyes. She tried to free herself, but Victor held her tightly with his strength and skill.
Alia, slightly angry, asked, "Will you ever let go, Victor?"
Victor smiled softly and said, "Now you understand, Alia. Sometimes life is like this-you have to lose, but then you have to get back up again."
Alia paused and looked at him. Her eyes held a strange mixture of emotions-anger on one side, and a little calm on the other. She knew Victor's behavior was a display of his dominance, but there was something in it that softened her a little.
Finally, Alia took a deep breath and said, "This isn't over, Victor. I will come back again."
Alia stood silently for a moment, Victor still holding her. Her eyes were full of rage and pain, but she realized she could neither say nor do anything at that moment. After some silence, she suddenly freed her leg from Victor's grasp and took a step forward. Determination was etched on her face.
"Now let me go," Alia said, her voice firm. She knew she had to get out of this situation by any means.
Victor was silent for a moment, a mysterious smile appeared on his face, but he said nothing further. He understood Alia's determination, so he let her go.
Alia composed herself, took out her phone, and called someone. There was no hesitation in her voice. "I'm going to the party, get ready."
Then, stepping through a burst of bright lights, she moved toward her car. Opening the door, she sat down holding a gun in her hand. There was a kind of resolve in her eyes, as if she knew that this journey was not just for the party or pleasure, but carried some serious purpose.
Driving the car, Alia set off towards the party. Inside her mind, there was a strange confidence-a mixture of pressure and awareness-this was the beginning of a new chapter in her life. What she would do there, and what purpose she would carry, time would tell. But she knew her preparation at that moment would direct a new path, and nothing could stop her.
When Alia opened the party door and entered, the entire atmosphere froze in an instant. Her determined footsteps and the sight of the gun in her hand silenced everyone suddenly. The party's lights, music, laughter-all stopped immediately. There was an irresistible power in Alia's eyes, and her presence spread a strange fear among everyone.
By then, Madhav, her cousin, who had been standing beside the stage unexpectedly playing music, looked at Alia in shock. He knew Alia would never dare to do something like this, but today she was completely different-stronger, more determined.
Alia slowly pointed her gun at Madhav and said coldly, "What have you been up to, Madhav? Are you into business?"
Madhav stood still for a moment, confusion and panic in his eyes.
He knew Alia would never be this aggressive. But tonight, something was different—this wasn't an ordinary party. Her voice echoed across the room, and it was as if no one dared to speak.
The other guests stared at each other in shock, their eyes filled with a mix of surprise and fear. Alia's behavior was so unexpected that no one could comprehend what was truly happening.
"What are you doing, Alia?" Madhab finally broke the silence, his voice trembling.
Alia looked up at him sharply. After a long pause, she said, "This is a question, Madhab. I need to know exactly what you're involved in."
There was no mercy in her voice. It wasn't a plea—it was a demand for the truth.
Alia spoke again, this time with a colder, sharper tone. "I know you're dealing drugs, Madhab."
Her words carried such a weight that the entire party fell into a stunned silence.
Madhab froze. No words escaped his lips, but his eyes betrayed a strange fear.
Alia stepped closer, her voice now firm and cutting. "You have to stop this. You have no idea how deep in danger you are."
Madhab, now agitated, shouted, "What are you saying, Alia? Have you no respect left?"
The tension between them intensified, and within moments, the argument escalated. The guests stood frozen in fear, none daring to speak.
Then suddenly, the door burst open, and several armed mafia members entered the room.
Madhab quickly turned toward them and then snapped back at Alia. "You're a CIA agent, aren't you?" he blurted out.
The words fell like a bombshell, shifting the entire atmosphere of the room.
Alia stood silent for a moment. Her mind raced, her heart pounded—
Her heart was pounding, because she knew that if she got caught in front of the mafia, nothing could save her.
A cold wave of fear swept through her. She knew her identity had been exposed, and now the only option was to escape quickly. Staying alert, she rushed out the party door and started her car.
But the mafia began chasing her immediately. Their cars lined up one after another behind her, and Alia knew she wouldn't survive this danger unless she did something.
While driving, Alia didn't pause for even a moment. Thousands of thoughts and plans ran through her mind, but in that instant, her only goal was to survive—to somehow escape from the hands of the mafia. Her life was now in danger, and she had to decide how to get out of it.
This was the biggest threat of Alia's life—the mafia was chasing her, and she was left with only one question: how would she escape from them?
Alia stood on the rooftop, aiming her gun at the mafia and started firing. Her hands were steady, and deep inside she knew every decision she made in that moment had to be her best. The sound of gunfire echoed around, and though the mafia tried to hide as much as they could, Alia knew—she couldn't be stopped, not even for a second.
The mafia was momentarily stunned, but their numbers were large and they had powerful weapons. They quickly tried to surround Alia. She knew that being alone in this would be extremely difficult.
Suddenly, Victor appeared on the roof, his face filled with a strange determination.
"Alia, don't face this danger alone," he said, his voice resolute.
"We will handle this together."
Alia looked at Victor and felt a hint of reassurance, but she also knew that in this moment, they couldn't afford to make any mistakes. The mafia was advancing toward them, and they both realized—they had to get out of this situation.
"You came here—does that mean you have another plan?" Alia asked, looking at Victor.
Victor was silent for a moment, then he smiled and said,
"Yes, Alia. Our plan is not just to survive, but to stop them."
Now, both their minds were aligned, and together they started firing at the mafia, creating pressure. But the situation kept getting more intense—the mafia wasn't retreating, and their numbers were growing.
Even the mafia's main leader, whom Victor knew, appeared on the scene.
"You can't escape," he growled.
"Your time is over."
But Victor and Alia knew—right now, their only option was to fight with courage and reach their destination. At this moment, everything in their lives was being pulled toward one intense resolution—if they wanted to stay alive, they had to work together.
Victor and Alia formed a strong resistance against the mafia. Supporting each other, they kept firing from the rooftop. But with the mafia growing in numbers, their position became increasingly vulnerable. Alia knew she had to act fast—otherwise, they'd be trapped.
Victor signaled to Alia,
"Go back. I'll distract them."
Alia thought for a moment, then quickly started climbing down. Victor continued firing at the mafia, trying to divert their attention.
As Alia descended, she managed to escape through an old gate. Victor followed shortly after. They were starting to get somewhat out of danger, but the mafia leader and his team were still pursuing them.
"This isn't going to end," Victor said, turning back.
"We need to go after them."
Alia looked at him, somewhat reassured.
"What do you want to do?" she asked.
Victor replied passionately,
"This mafia world means nothing to me. I know how to end this. If we work together, we can survive."