Sirayat: Love of a Mafia

Not my own Shadow

Rajeev Rao

If someone told me a year back that I can shake Chaudhary's empire, then I might not have taken it seriously because enmity with Sirayat would be the last thing I ever want.

The person behind Sirayat's little destruction is standing right in front me in the mirror but who should I blame, no one other than Veer Singh Chaudhary. I might have forgiven him if it was only about the property he confiscated but that b**tard dared to punish my brother, Rajeev Rao's brother.

I didn't forget anything how the low lives licking my shoes today were acting ignorant when I pleaded them to free my brother. Nothing changed about those cowards who still have no guts to support me openly, but I knew my victory has turned everything upside down on Sarkar's side.

Now he will pay for the ruckus he created for my family.

My gaze fell on the papers in my hand which is for partnership in his American firm and my lips curled into a big smile. I am overwhelmed with joy, my toothy smile wasn't enough to express it and I started laughing like a maniac.

The scene from a few hours back rewinds in my mind, refreshing the glimpse of that f**ker's face, how he signed the papers and accept his defeat in front of all his men.

I may not like to exaggerate my smartness and victory but who the hell am I to lose this golden opportunity to show off, so I invited all the dumb*** politicians and personally called his so-called Baba Sarkar to increase the count of bowed heads.

I expect to enjoy his helpless state but that f**ker controlled his emotions very well. I met him only a few times in my 28 years of life and his face always wear neutral expressions but today when I saw his emotionless face it gave me unusual vibes and in our two hours of meeting many times I caught him glaring at me with an evil glint in his eyes.

I am a mind reader when I smell something mysterious and a manipulator when it comes to power, but he is a step ahead in both fields. But his wits and cunningness are of no avail because my attack is for his heart which tied him with shackles of helplessness. He couldn't even touch my nail as long as I have his lovely wife.

I still can't believe a mere girl made me a winner without stepping into the field of battle. His wife is a lucky charm, if not for him then at least for his rivalries, that count starts from me now and this lucky charm labeled trophy made me win wealth for a lifetime or should I say for my next 7 generations.

Indeed, she is a beautiful sight to behold, her hazel orbs glistered in pure innocence, here serene face and perfect body could make any sane man crave for her and I am no saint.

But I knew better not to think this way because his charming trophy could turn into chains tied across my neck as she is still the crowned queen of the ruthless almighty King of Sirayat.

I have planned everything for the escape. I know who will give me shelter knowing I am running from Sirayat. Once I became one of them, I will not need to fear Sirayat. Now only Satan can give me shelter and if I want to survive, I must reach them before Veer got his hands on me.

My gaze turned to the boyish figure sleeping on the bed. I finally got my brother back, Sunil is more like a child to me, and I will put the whole world on fire if anything ever happens to him.

It seems like those b**tards have mentally tortured him because he is acting numb from the time we got him back, his eyes reflect blankness and whenever his mute figure consider my presence around him his eyes showed an unusual emotion of hurt.

I must talk to him, but first, we need to get out of here. This will our last night here, we will leave at 3 in the morning and once we safely get out of here, I will give them her location.

So far, everything is going as per plan, once I get to Satan, I will be free of worries. I have my connections in Singapore who will help me reach Lucifer, all I need to do after that is convince him to take me under his protection and the only key to make it possible is.

"Not to trust anyone here."

"Not my men, not my wicked-wretched politician friend, not the ones who helped me to get here."

"And not even my own shadow."