Vodka on the rocks

Part - 2

Sunny felt the air leave his strained lungs in a single whoosh as his feet left the ground. He wheezed scratching at the insanely mighty death grip around his throat and he saw purple spots dancing in front if his bleary eyes. When he thought he might pass out due to the lack of oxygen in his lungs the grip suddenly went off and he was thrown unceremoniously like a ragdoll on the staircase behind.

"Farhad!"

Raghav Rao's booming voice resounded like a thunder strike across the mansion. Like the roar of a lion on the hunt, practically salivating at the smell of his prey. Sunny had a bad feeling that maybe he was being made that prey tonight. As if on cue the lights exploded on blinding him. He quickly scrambled up from his position backtracking hastily. He saw Raghav standing at a distance, his handsome face devoid of any emotion, his arms across his chest and his feet apart to remain parallel to his squared shoulders. Anyone who didn't know him could mistake him easily for a military man. He was practically pulsating with a viguor which screamed bloody murder.

Sunny swallowed dryly coughing at the sudden release of pressure from his throat.

"How did you escape prison?"

He asked finally as Raghav made no move to hit him or catch him again. Sunny could try to escape but he somehow knew it would be futile. He had screamed for his diligent secretary and right hand man a few seconds ago. That means his men had the place surrounded. Raghav gave a mysterious smirk again which looked creepy without the ensuing emotion in his eyes.

"You seem awefully convinced that I went to prison."

"You..."

"Did you seriously think, even for a second that it might have been that you.. you, a petty two timer conman have the chance against me? I knew you were delusional Sunny, but this... this is for the lack of a better word madness."

He started prowling around the place like a caged panther, his hawk like gaze taking in probably every minute change Sunny might have made in his lair. He grimaced seeing the half filled alcohol decanter and leftovers from the afterparty on the bar.. his bar.

"So you weren't in jail then?"

Sunny had started regaining his lost voice. And though he knew that he had lost, somehow he had a sudden morbid curiosity to know how he was so grossly outwitted. Raghav stopped prowling and picked up a knife from the fruit salad on the center table near the couch and fingered the blade thoughtfully.

Sunny knew it was a very common intimidation technique but the worst part was that itvwas working. Any sharp or even blunt object in the hands of Raghav Rao was a deadly weapon capable of mass destruction.

"The game you think you have been playing jacka** is the one I had mastered long before you had grown a beard. I run an empire here Sunny. You coming out of the blue and trying to make a scratch on the surface of the curtain can't topple it. I am frankly impressed though how you manipulated my sister into following through with your idiotic plans. Keerti was always too headstrong for her own good. But I can't blame her... she gets it from me.

Anyways. Point is, you snooping around my den, listening in to my conversations and trying to piece together information from the police on the pretext of helping them... was to be brutally honest a bit immature, even for you. How could you have thought that I wouldn't have noticed you at the doorway? Eavesdropping like a five year old..? Seen you behind my desk that day when you heard Farhad and my conversation?"

How indeed...

Sunny thought. Raghav had a look of almost a pitiful amusement at his massive delusions regarding his own capabilities. Sunny saw his men had started filtering in from all the sides without his knowledge as all his attention was concentrated on the man in front. A Devil manifest. He was looking bored. Sunny wanted to gnash his teeth in anger. Anger at his own stupidity and at Raghav Rao for looking so disinterestedly at him like he was nothing but an insect under his boots.