The morning sun filtered through the window into their luxurious bedroom. Viktor leaned in very close to Alia, whispering in her ear, "Alia... hey Alia."
Alia, still half-asleep, mumbled, "Hmm..."
With a mischievous smile, Viktor brushed her hair and asked, "Shall we have physical intimacy now?"
Alia, eyes still half-closed, asked with surprise, "Why? This early in the morning?"
Viktor looked into her eyes and said in a deep voice, "It's a great way to start a beautiful morning."
Alia opened her eyes fully, looked at Viktor, and let out a sigh with a sweet smile. In a slightly indignant tone, she said, "Do you understand nothing besides this? Does nothing else ever cross your mind?"
Viktor pulled her a bit closer, kissed her forehead gently, and said, "Thinking about you and loving you there is nothing else in my world beyond that, Godmother." Alia paused for a moment and looked directly into Viktor's eyes. Then, placing her hand gently on his cheek, she asked in an inquisitive tone, "Alright, tell me, what happens if we engage in physical intimacy in the morning?"
Viktor placed his hand over Alia's. His gaze was deeply hypnotic. He stared fixedly into Alia's eyes, as if every word and feeling were contained within that look. He was in no rush, simply waiting for her response. Alia found herself lost in Viktor's calm yet intense gaze, and in the silence of the room, only the sound of their heartbeats could be heard. Viktor smiled a mysterious smile, sinking into the depth of Alia's eyes. His hand rested gently on her waist, and he said in a low, resonant voice:
"This intimacy in the morning is not just about physical satisfaction, Godmother. It is the mantra that binds the start of our new day in an unbreakable bond. When you are by my side, all the noise of the world fades away. And this physical proximity gives me the strength to reign over my empire and the pinnacle of my heart all day long. Could there be a more beautiful or sacred beginning?"
Viktor brought his face very close to Alia's, his warm breath sending a gentle shiver across her skin. He added, "Do you still want to know what the result of this is?"
The depth of Viktor's words left Alia completely breathless, her heart beginning to race. Alia's eyes held a spark of mischief and intelligence. Looking at Viktor, she smiled and said, "You claim to know everything, right? So, in the language of medicine, tell me—what kind of effect does this morning intimacy have on the body and mind? I'm waiting to see how you explain this!"
Viktor thoroughly enjoyed the challenge. Looking into her eyes, he replied in a tone that was both serious and deeply romantic:
"In medical terms, Godmother, this moment is a massive surge of 'endorphins' and 'oxytocin.' We could call it the 'biological synergy' of our relationship. When we are this close, our cortisol levels the stress hormones drop significantly, and our heartbeats synchronize. Do you know, Alia? Your presence is not just mental peace for me; it is the most effective medicine to keep my blood pressure in check. So, when you ask why I want this, I'd say it is an essential biological necessity for my well-being."
Alia stared in wonder at this scientific yet deeply emotional explanation. She whispered, "How do you always have such a romantic and complex explanation for everything?" Viktor offered a smirk, as if he had been prepared for this exact moment all along. In a calm voice, he said, "Did you think I was making this up? No, Godmother, an experienced doctor gave me this advice, keeping in mind my hectic workload and mental stress. This is what you call 'therapeutic intimacy'—an absolute necessity for my health."
Alia burst into laughter upon hearing his cunning response. She gave a playful tap on Viktor's chest and said, "Oh my, you are so clever! The amount of effort you put into getting a doctor to give you such 'advice'! Now I understand what you're actually after, hiding behind the guise of taking care of yourself."Viktor rested his chin on Alia's forehead and whispered, "It's not for my own pleasure alone, Godmother; these moments spent with you are the very driving force of my existence."Alia smiled softly and agreed to Viktor's request, but added a condition
"No kissing today." Viktor accepted her term, yet his eyes held a different kind of intensity.
Viktor sat upright on the bed. He unzipped his pants and prepared himself. Alia, without any hesitation, gracefully positioned herself in the 'doggy style' position in front of him. Viktor, seated on the bed, firmly gripped Alia's waist.
In an instant, the atmosphere of the room grew heated. The combination of Viktor's strong grip and Alia's allure brought their intimate union to a peak. Every movement of Viktor displayed his dominance and the perfect rhythm of Alia's silent consent. Without a word, the space was filled only by their heavy breathing and the depth of their touch. For a moment, their physical intimacy made them forget the world outside. Alia's gasp shattered the silence of the room. Viktor's control tightened, his grip on Alia's waist becoming even more pronounced. In a low, resonant voice filled with a mixture of gravity and trance, Viktor said, "Stay calm, Godmother. Everything will remain under my control."
A soft moan escaped Alia's lips, "Hummmm... Ahhh!" Every tremor of her body created a new rhythm. She leaned deeper into the intensity, surrendering herself completely. In a daze, she whispered, "Oppa... Daddy..."
Viktor's gaze darkened, his every movement laced with a regal dominance and a strange, primitive intensity. He knew their intimate game had no boundaries, much like the maturity of their years or the weight of their experiences. In the intersection of age and experience, this moment remained not just a physical fulfillment, but an ultimate convergence of mind and body. The most elite and opulent party in the city hosted Viktor Alexeyevich and Alia Isrovona tonight. Viktor's regal majesty and Alia's stunning beauty brought the entire party to a standstill. Alia wore a deep red, sparkling glitter dress that gave her back tattoo an ethereal beauty. Seeing Alia in this extraordinary dress, Viktor could not take his eyes off her. Gazing at her with mesmerized eyes, he whispered to himself, "My Godmother, you truly look breathtaking tonight."
Even in the crowded party, they seemed to be in a world of their own. As Alia was busy adjusting her dress, Viktor stood silently behind her. Leaning toward her shoulder, Viktor whispered, inhaling the scent of her hair, "Do you know how alluring you look tonight?" A soft shiver ran through Alia's body. She turned toward Viktor in surprise, but his stoic yet hypnotic gaze pulled her into a deep trance.
Amidst the party music and lights, their conversation became a secret tale of love. Stroking the tattoo on Alia's back, Viktor said, "Everyone is looking only at you tonight, Alia. But they don't know that you are mine alone." Alia blushed, placing a hand on her chest as her heart raced. Viktor's sense of possessiveness and love seemed to lead her toward a new world. At that elite party, they became the center of attention, where their profound attraction to each other shone brighter than the grandeur around them. Alia looked at Viktor in surprise and said, "What are you saying? This isn't the time for this!" Without answering, Viktor gently led Alia into a secluded room nearby. There, he pressed a deep and passionate kiss to her lips. Just at that moment, there was a knock at the door.
Alia quickly composed herself and opened the door to find Alexander standing there. He was Viktor's old friend, 35 years of age. Even though he was older than 29-year-old Viktor, Alia was stunned by his appearance—he was sobbing uncontrollably. His face was soaked in tears, clearly indicating that he had broken down from some deep trouble or grief.
Seeing Alexander in such a helpless state, Viktor quickly stepped toward the door. The look of concern was evident on 29-year-old Viktor's face. In a calm yet stern voice, he asked his friend, "Alexander, what happened? Why are you crying like this?" Alexander, with his tear-filled eyes, looked at Viktor and said in a broken voice, "I haven't been able to forget her even today, Viktor. She left for Bangladesh ten years ago. We were engaged when we were eighteen, but due to various family pressures and obstacles, that relationship was broken. I don't know how she is now or where she is. I still have contact with her friend, who has her phone number and all the details. There is no one else right now but you who can help me, Viktor. Please, talk to her on my behalf and find out everything for me."
Viktor remained silent for a moment, then placed a hand on Alexander's shoulder and said in a firm voice, "Calm down, Alexander. You are my friend, and I can do anything for a friend. I will talk to her friend and gather all the necessary information about her current situation. Don't worry at all."
Alia, seeing Alexander's helpless state, also expressed her sympathy and looked at Viktor, signaling that she was ready to fully support him in this task. In the somber atmosphere of the room, only the sound of Alexander's sighs and the tone of Viktor's determination could be heard. Then Viktor Alexander is comforted and taken to another room, Then Alia Alexander started talking on a video call with her ex-girlfriend's friend. Viktor gently led Alia into another room, hoping to calm her down. After she had composed herself, she took her friend's number and started a video call.
"Hi... How are you?" Alia asked with a gentle smile.
For security reasons, she did not reveal her true identity. In the world they lived in, where the shadows of the mafia reached everywhere, trust was a luxury.
The young woman on the screen smiled back.
"I'm doing well."
Alia asked, "May I know your name?"
"My name is Jasmine," she replied. "And the friend you're looking for is Natasha Rahman."
Alia frowned slightly.
"Natasha Rahman? That's an unusual name. What's the story behind it?"
Jasmine took a deep breath before answering.
"It's a long story. Natasha's parents are Bangladeshi. When she was only ten years old, her uncle brought her from Bangladesh to Russia so she could receive a better education. Her uncle was a highly respected government officer in Russia—a kind, honest man who loved Natasha as if she were his own daughter. His wife was Russian, and together they gave Natasha a warm and loving home."
"Because she moved to Russia at such a young age, she quickly obtained Russian citizenship. Learning the language was difficult at first, but with time she became fluent."
Jasmine paused before continuing.
"On Natasha's eleventh birthday, something unexpected happened. During the celebration, a young man in his early twenties noticed her for the first time. Natasha had fallen asleep in her uncle's arms after the party. Smiling, the young man jokingly told her uncle, 'One day, I'd like to marry your niece.'"
"Her uncle simply laughed, thinking it was nothing more than a harmless joke. He never imagined those words would one day carry real meaning."
"As the years passed, the two families remained close. The young man always treated Natasha with special kindness. While other children received a single rose, he would bring her beautiful bouquets and thoughtful gifts. Natasha, however, was still too young to understand what those gestures truly meant."
"When Natasha turned thirteen, her family was invited to the young man's home for a family gathering. Everyone welcomed her warmly, almost as if she already belonged to the family. At that age, however, she was still an innocent child who knew very little about love or adult relationships."
"The years went by, and after Natasha became an adult, their friendship gradually grew into a deeper relationship. When she turned eighteen, their families officially celebrated their engagement. The young man came from a wealthy and influential Russian family, and it seemed as though everything was finally falling into place."
"But fate had other plans."
"Shortly afterward, Natasha's parents brought her back to Bangladesh. Believing they could find her a better future, they kept her passport and asked her to leave her life in Russia behind. They acted out of love, convinced they were making the right decision for their daughter."
Jasmine's voice trembled.
"Ten years have passed. Natasha is now twenty-five years old, yet she has never married. Sometimes she still cries, hoping that one day the man she once loved will find her again."
She looked into the camera with tearful eyes.
"And the most unbelievable part is this... Even after all these years, he has never given up waiting for her. Deep in his heart, he still believes that one day they will meet again."
Silence filled the call.
Alia lowered her gaze, lost in thought. Somehow, she felt that Natasha's story was connected to the mystery she was trying to uncover. Alia and Viktor were stunned when Jasmine revealed this secret information. On the other side of the phone, Jasmine's voice grew heavy, "They were engaged at eighteen. At that time, they also shared physical intimacy, which was an expression of their deep love for each other. But when her family forced her to move to Bangladesh, she was compelled to leave behind her beloved and those beautiful moments. Even after seven years, the pain of those memories and the sorrow of losing her love make her cry every day. She still cannot sleep at night thinking of those sacred moments."