Stars Crossed | Re-writing

ᡣ𐭩 three

• author's pov •

Sliding the picture on the glass table, the man tapped on it with his index finger twice. His subordinate, understanding his silence, lifted the picture and left the room with a promise a success.

Dwelling in the silence, the man leaned back on his majestic seat and stared aimlessly in the darkness. Resting his right leg over his left, he propped his head against his fist, a disgruntled breath leaving his lips.

He closed his eyes, travelling back in time to the day he made his first oath in blood. The day he was being released from the juvenile, at the fresh age of eighteen.

"Bheek maangna aapne uss bhagwan se ki woh tumhari zindagi teen saalon mein khatam karde. Kyunki agar tum bach gaye, toh phir tumhe mein kahin ka nahi chodunga."

A devilish smirk appeared on his lips, a dry chuckle leaving his lips. "You're screwed now." He tapped his finger on the glass table, deep in thought.

The door swung open and another man, clothes drenched in blood, walked in and flopped down on the couch nearby.

"Where were you?" The man demanded, shifting his attention towards the newcomer.

"Dealing with some snakes. Why did you summon me?" Getting off the couch, he plucked the shirt hanging in the closet and, discarding his bloodied shirt, put it on.

"Just to release some pent up energy."

The man, pulling off his coat, unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled his sleeves to his elbows.

"That's a nice brooch." The man remarked, moving forward to touch it.

"Your hands are soiled in blood, Vyom. Don't touch it!" He warned, smacking his hand away.

A mischievous smirk appeared on Vyom's lips as he discarded the fresh shirt and wore the bloodied one again. "So, who gave it to you?"

"Who else, you dumbass. My bunny gave it to me." He retorted, a ghost of a smile appearing on his lips.

"You're gonna die a virgin if you keep sticking to my sister. Go and find yourself a girlfriend, Vansh. As for my sister, I will protect her."

"I couldn't care less. Whether I die a virgin or as a married man, that I will decide. You stay out of it and, no. I will protect Mayura."

"She's my responsibility. So, both of you, shut up!" Vihaan interrupted, slamming the door open. He was dressed in black clothes with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing his veiny and muscular arms.

With a smirk, he strode into the room and sat upon the glass table. "Mayura is my responsibility. Don't worry yourself with her."

Vyom scoffed. "I'm her younger brother. I have every right to worry about her. You're just her friend."

Vihaan clicked his tongue. "Wrong! I'm your sister's beloved fiance."

"I haven't approved of your relationship with my sister. Even now you two are just best friends."

"If Mayura were to hear that her heart would shatter, Vyom." Vihaan mocked. "I'm her most cherished person."