Broken Souls

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 15

क़ियामत तक याद रखोगे
किसी ने दिल लगाया था
मिलने की उम्मीद भी ना थी
फ़िर भी पागलों की तरह चाहा था ...
~Author

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3rd Person's pov

Voices could be heard from a room, someone was begging for mercy,

"Please Hukum have mercy on me, it won't happen again "

A man was on his knees begging for his life to satan himself, he held his leg with trembling hands trying to change his fate, the darkness covered his face, and the only source of light was above the begging man's head, a thick cloud of smoke came out of darkness contrasting the dark surroundings, a strong gust of wind forced the thin curtains to move in haste like they knew what was destined to happen here, the sudden moonlight illuminated his face, the man on seeing the death's face abruptly moved behind with teary eyes and trembling body.

A cigar rested between his lips which adorned a crooked smirk, he loved it, this feeling of being in power, the feeling of inflicting fear upon the people, but most of all he loved the feeling of blood that flowed through his hands on killing, he looked at the man in front of him begging him for something which he doesn't even know the meaning of, he took the cigar in between his fingers, and bent a little forward his face now completely visible, made the other man shudder in fear.

That coldness in his eyes and the aura of death surrounding him made him want to run, but he knew no one could escape death. A deep voice broke the man from his thoughts,

"MERCY, what's that ?"

The man joined his hands and tried last time to seek mercy from Lucifer incarnated but before he could open his mouth a gunshot rang in the silence, followed by a thud, the man was now on the floor bleeding from between his eyes, and the devil rested back on his chair taking a long puff while sighing, the gun resting in his other hand, no one spoke anything, he crushed his cigar under his feet and got up while keeping his coat on his left hand, he eyed the body with cold satisfaction, the dead man dared to sell women here, he ordered his man,

"Pratap clean up this shit "

And with that spoken he came out of the room majestically as if a minute ago he didn't kill a person, he chuckled at the thought that people are haunted even by living beings.

But he was only surviving...

He descended the stairs, and on reaching the base he could hear the thumping of the music from the door, he half wanted to return to his office, and just work but couldn't, as soon as he opened the door he was met with the familiar smell of alcohol, smoke, and whatnot even if they were in the VVIP Area it still lingered, he was going to move out of the door when he heard giggling and saw a man kissing a girl in the corner, he just shook his head and went outside, he came to the booth where his father and his uncle were sitting and on seeing him they knew he had killed someone his father patted the seat next to him while having a whiskey in his hand and a cigar between his lips.

"Aviraaj..."

Author's POV

He looked into his father's eyes brown against brown.

They didn't hold any concern but just pure coldness, which was always for him, he knew he was asking him about the bastard they had hired to manage this club, he just nodded to his unasked question and took a swig of the drink Adhijeet had passed, he leaned back on the comfortable seat enjoying the burning sensation while closing his eyes due to tiredness, he heard the vague sound of both the people talking about business and the light music in the background, he shutted out all the voices and, all he could think was about the raven-haired vixen, who had managed to grasp his attention without even trying, he remembers her tattoos how he controlled the urge to touch them and kiss every inch of them, the nose ring which made her look a hundred times more enchanting, his favorite pair of eyes which just had coldness in their depths but provided solace to the beast in him, her melodic voice which he heard back in her house which had the power to control him, her mystical nature which allured him to know about her more in every way possible, he didn't knew how she crept in his mind, but now she was not leaving as if making her own position in his fucked up mind, the anchor to his sanity, his reality.

He didn't realize it, but a small genuine smile rested on his face, which didn't go unnoticed by the other two men, they shared a knowing look.

Avinash and Aaryan came with drinks in their hands, and on seeing the latter quietly staring at their brother, even they were surprised to see a small smile on the devil's face, their brother was the best, he might not show love but they knew it's him who always keeps the family safe, they didn't know why he was smiling but seeing him relaxed for the first time in years, made them realize he was a human being beneath those layers of tough exterior.

As if sensing a lot of stares on him Aviraaj opened his eyes, and the smile was long gone replaced by his poker face, he eyed his brothers and took a drink from Avinash who had a teasing look plastered on his face, he couldn't even glare at him due to her. So he just looked in the other direction, but instantly regretted it as his father was also looking at him with teasing eyes, he just looked at his drink, to which everyone chuckled, as it's not every day they would see the big bad mafia king getting shy. They talked about business deals and mafia work.

They were all talking about Ranawats when Avinash saw something that made his glass drop on the floor breaking it into a million pieces, everyone got alert and looked in the same direction as him, getting the biggest shock of their lives...

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