Mumbai, Maharashtra
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, RAN WAY?!"
Daksh asked his dog. I smirked.
People play mind games in this field, but they do commit a single mistake. Underestimating their opponents.
Mr. Daksh Shekhawat, A very well known businessman who is currently in serious debt. His dear son took one billion rupees from me and now he's no where to be found. So I thought to pay his father a special visit. Looks like his father wants to play games.
He has already lost, it seems.
"Easy there Mr. Shekhawat, what is his fault if your son ran away taking my money. He was just conveying the message...."
I stood up from my seat and saw him getting tensed even more than earlier. Good, I like to see fear in their eyes.
"That you asked him to convey."
His eyes widened and a drop of sweat falls from his forehead to his Armani shirt. I raise an eyebrow.
"P-Please, I - we will give you the money on Sunday, p-please-... Don't -"
Pathetic. That's what they all are.
"I don't care about the money anymore, just for lying on my face, you'll recieve your punishment."
"Dhruv", I call and in seconds he comes in. "Yes, Boss", he's my right hand and most trusted man. He never disappoints.
"Is the package ready?"
"Yes", I clap my hands and stand up.
"Very well, deliver it to Mr. Shekhawat, here, he would love my little present."
And with that I leave, Dhruv following close behind me. I see my men dropping the box inside his cabin and a loud shriek following. I light my cigarette and get in my car.
What was in the package?
His dead son's head.
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Shortest chapter of the book, I had written Tripti's POV earlier but it wasn't going out well so had to delete my long paragraphs. The actual story would start from the next chapter. Thank you.
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