This ones for all my lovely fans out there. I love you all.
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Strong footsteps emanated throughout the grim empty basement as the only man infront of the big steel gate pushed it open for him.
"Sir, mne bahut koshish ki hai, but he isn't saying a word." the tall thin man said, his head lowered as respect.
The man being addressed handed over his overcoat to the thin man and pulled up his sleeves in a slow and minacious way revealing the snake tattoo that pulled along the length of his arm and motioned his man to pull the poor, almost dead man on the floor to face him.
He sat on the chair in an ever so comfortable way as if he just didnt get a man beaten up infront of him.
He stared at the blood covered man but remained quiet. Just his mere presence was like death bell hanging on the poor man's head.
" Ma-malik sahab" the man stuttered as the pain came back from the repeated punches.
" Shh, khamosh." the dominating eyes of the man changed as he heard the traitor utter his name.
" Jab tak mein na kahun, tumhare mun se ik lafz na nikle." he warned the man as he pulled onto his collar.
" Tumhe kia laga ke meri nazar ke neeche se tu uss Khan ke liye kaam kre ga aur mujhe pata bhi nhe chale ga?"
" Malik sahab... Mujhe maaf kr den." a sharp punch on his jaw made him sputter blood all over the floor.
" Murna to tumhe pare ga. Gaddari jo ki hai. Now..... its better for you that you tell me who took my stuff from the Port and killed my men and maybe I'll make your death quick"
" Malik sahab, mein janta hun ke marna to mujhe pare ga. lekin agr mne ap ko bta dia to vo mere bachon ko mar de ga to iss se acha mein ap ke hathon dardnaak mot marjaon."
"Theek hai phir, Apne bachon ko akhri sans lete hue bhi khud hi dekh lena"
" Nhe- Aesa na karen" the bloodied man begged as he tried to touch his shoes.
" Mein sirf itna janta hun ke Moeen Khan ka koi banda hai jo uss ke saare kaam krta hai. Insaan nhe hai vo. Haivaan hai, haivan. 10 logon ko ik waqt mein maar sakta hai. Khan ke ilawa uss ko kisi ne nhe dekha. Vo usse Reaper bulata hai.
Mein bas itna hi janta hun.Please mere bachon ko chor den."
The curiousity was visible in the deep green eyes as he heard of this.......
This Reaper who has killed his men and dared to touch his weapons.
Soon, that curiosity was morphed into anger, as he motioned his man to kill the traitor as he got up and walked back out.
Black cars, sleek black cars pulled infront of the Malik Haveli as Mairaj Malik came out of the backseat of a Mercedes Benz, pulling his suit downward to fix it.
The tall, lean male clad in a black suit that hugged his muscles like a second skin, the greens of his eyes glistened in the sunlight.
His man ran to his side, " Kaam hogya?" he asked.
" Jee Malik sahab." the man replied.
"Mr Fredrick ke saath ap ki meeting fix kardoon." his secretary asked.
"Haan but let him know ke I wont be there for more than 20 minutes so he better has his shit ready."
"Jee sir."
He walked inside the haveli where a bunch of servants stood in the doorway waiting for him.
" Dada Sa kahan hain?" he asked the maid who got startled at his deep salty voice.
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RomantizmThe most fearsome being on earth is the one who has nothing to lose. She was like that Powerful Emotionless but, Desperate. She killed not because she was psychotic but because she had no other choice. Thats who she was, Dillainoor Ali Khan. Known...
