KATHA

4 KALKI - LOVING FAMILY

I smiled as I faced not one but three snarling faces now.

Resisting the urge to split them open.

There she was, an ugly nightmare wrapped up in a golden Kanjivaram saree and bejeweled like a Queen she liked to pretend she was. It was all a convincing facade to hide the monster that lurked beneath that pale skin. Her features, delicate yet possessing a sharp edge, painted a portrait of a woman who stood on the bones of the ones that came in her way of wrapping a white-knuckled fist hold over Surat.

As much as I liked to flay her skin, burn her while she still breathed and then piss on her ashes, I waited. There is only one thing better than eliminating your enemies: Eliminating them after they acquire full power. Besides, I wanted her to see how far I'd come, see where I stood, the power I'd amassed, I wanted her to see how Bombay danced to my fingertips. I wanted her to look at me and not see the child she wanted surrendered to her cunt.

Beside her were her two sons that I doubted were from the same father. Or maybe I was the father of the younger one. Who knew. The twelve year old looked at me with fiery eyes.

The tension in the room was hot and thick enough to slice and feast upon, a silent declaration of my intent. I clicked my tongue, shaking my head.

"Thought my cunning aunt and her scheming son would at least be a little happy to see me. We're a happy, loving family after all." I drawled.

"Ah, Kalki, my dear nephew. How delightful of you to grace us with your presence," Bulbul purred, her tone laced with a sickening sweetness that made my skin crawl and unravel.

I feigned amusement. "The days when your flattery hardened cocks is long gone, don't you think so, Aunt Bulbul ? Just two children for your stained Empire is evidence enough. I suggest you drop it, doesn't suit your old bones."

Her sons exchanged knowing glances, their smug expressions a testament to their belief that they held the upper hand. They knew their whore of a mother very well. One ugly fucking family.

"You see, Kalki, we were just discussing the recent developments in Surat's cargo business, why don't you come join us for a tea ?" The elder son chimed in, his voice dripping with false innocence. Good for nothing stinky asshole. He was a hard slap to the force his mother was. I was happy actually. He would be the end of their tainted reign if I miraculously decided to wait a little longer.

I leaned back, a ghost of a smile playing upon my lips. "Ah, I would've just loved to mingle with the likes of you but you see I'm quite comfortable. As for the cargo business.... Quite the fascinating endeavor I must say. But I'm afraid you'll have to excuse me if I choose to handle my affairs without interference."

Bulbul's laughter was like shards of glass digging into my eardrums. Assaulting them. Her amusement ringing hollow. "Oh, dear boy, you underestimate the reach of our influence. Surat is a web of connections and we dislike outsiders butting in our territory. We trap them."

I locked eyes with her, my gaze unyielding. "Let me make one thing perfectly clear, dear Aunt. I'm a very patient man but I have a strong dislike towards any cock or cunt sticking into my business. You stay away from my ports."

"Your ports ? Check yourself, boy. This is Surat and I rule over it."

"Oh you aren't worth much of an effort. I'll sit comfortably on my throne and make sure that your secrets see the light of day."

Her expression faltered for the briefest of moments and my grin widened, "Secrets, you say ? Don't be absurd, boy."

I leaned forward, my voice a dangerous whisper. "Your web of influence may stretch far and wide, but here's the thing about webs, they can be easily unraveled."

Sameer, the older son, shifted uncomfortably, the realization dawning upon him while younger looked like he was still thinking about the wonders a dick could do. Bulbul, however, was not one to be easily rattled.

"Very well, Kalki. Let's entertain your little game. What is it that you think you have on me ?"

I didn't let smug grin to slip as I revealed a carefully chosen piece of information. "Mmm let's see, how about the sudden and unfortunate disappearance of a certain rival don's prized stallion ? One that was shipped to the underworld of Birmingham ? You do not want that war on you, your foundation would quake just by his roar. And this one's just the whitest gem of your treasure trove that now lies within my safe."

Her eyes widened, the color draining from her face.

"Enough, Kalki," She hissed, her façade of composure slipping. "For now, I'll humour with your business infecting my ports."

I leaned back, a satisfied glint in my eyes. "Suvali and Tapi River Ports are mine. Mine. Instead of sticking your cunt in my business, I suggest you give it another try because neither of your abominations is capable enough to carry the Samrat name in Surat."

"Kalki !" Sameer reached for his gun. I paid him no attention and kept eyes on his mother.

"Keep your eyes down Sameer, everyone in this room knows how much of a man you are. And we also know that even if you miraculously grow a pair as big as your brain, I'd put you in line without a crease in my suit."

"I will come for you, Kalki Samrat." I let my head fall back as I let out a loud laugh.

"Please do, dear Aunt. I'll keep my bedroom door open."

With that, I stood up and walked out with a shaky gun pointed at the back of my skull.

I walked out through the front door, resisting the urge to set the thing on fire. I made my way over to the restaurant and took a parcel of food to eat on the way. I could not bear to breathe the same air as she did any longer.

There was one more visit pending.

I had to chase a certain serial killer through the woods.