THE KNIGHT'S DOLL

39. THE THAKURS!

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GUYS WE ARE ON 99 FOLLOWERS & AM DYING TO SEE WHO'D BE THE 100th ONE!😍😍

THOUGH THIS ONE ISN'T ABOUT SHANA & THE KNIGHT, THIS ONE'S A BIT OF INTRO OF OUR VILLIAN, OUR THAKUR!

HERE'S A BIT OF INTRO OF HIM, IN PLEASANT WORDS OF TARA, HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY READING THIS! ;-)

The dark doors opened & walked in a man with steady slow walk. His walk screaming authority, his hawk eyes enough to make the hulky guards shiver even from behind his dark shades which were soon thrown unfazed to the guard who stood behind, who was quick to catch it, knowing these costly glasses, if broken can cost him his life, not cause he broke the glasses, but cause he was being non-vigilant on duty, or so the Knight considers.

Soon he stood in front of another huge dark, shiny door, which opened as soon as he stood in front of it, scanning his face.

He had to step in the room & all the members, who were the heads of different mafias in the whole of Asia stood up immediately bowing their heads down, but the Knight didn't even acknowledge the dangerous men, his eyes focused only on the man sitting gloriously across him on the huge rectangular table, with his blackest ever eyes glimmering in something evil.

He was none other than the King, Vivaan Singh Khurana whose gaze could only be matched by his-level of Devil, his brother, Avinash Singh Khurana, who, while matching the darkest black gaze, sat right in front of his brother, they both speaking through their eyes.

Soon all of the members in the dimly lit, posh conference room settled, while a few who were attending via video- conferencing also settled back at their places. These domestic looking people were the wildest of the beasts this world could ever carry, tamed only by the two Devil brothers who sat royally with their signature poker face while continuing the talk of their eyes.

The Knight looked away, at the blank projector screen, while the King smirked unnoticeably, falling his eyes on a grumpy looking Tara.

Tara looked like a kid who was forcefully sent to the school, for this time his King asked him to deliver the presentation as his punishment for being tardy, & declare the business of the meeting, something Tara hated the most! He knew it's not his forte then also the King decided to put his poor ass through this ordeal.

As soon as the King looked at him, Tara moved his dark eyes to the projector before clearing his throat, knowing he has to start the presentation now. He also looked at the Knight, who looked blankly & darkly at the projector screen, like he was viewing something on the off screen & would rip it apart, if he continues to be in that angering fantasy of his... Though Tara knew only her person could be the sore to his burning soul, his dearest Doll!

Tara smirked knowing there are women to torment his Bosses like they torment him, you see TIT FOR TAT!

He grinned to himself as he started with the presentation as professionally as he could. For fuck's sake he is not some stupid business soft boy-toy, but a mafia man, the right hand in the King's army, the most dangerous man after these two brothers, his forte is guns, drugs, smuggling, killing & then burying the secrets in the graveyard in the middle of the night & not to give some stupid presentations! But could he even voice his NO, hell no! He loved his life, he didn't even get married yet!

"Gentlemen, we have all assembled here today for discussing something grave, as you might get it by looking at the looks of the King & the Knight & seeing ME here instead of some boy-toy, so with their permit I start with today's business..." started Tara, trying to make people know he was here cause it was significant, to save his reputation while the King smirked seeing Tara's agony.