UNHOLY

1.The Raging Empire

In the heart of the city, hidden beneath the facade of a legitimate business, The Khan held the reins of a clandestine empire as the elusive mafia boss. His name sent shivers through the underworld, and his empire, built on secrecy and ruthlessness, cast a dark shadow over the city.

His empire operated with precision, a well-oiled machinery fueled by loyalty and fear. Underneath the surface of the legitimate businesses he owned, illegal activities thrived – like weapon exporting and more often. And each contributing to the vast wealth amassed by the mysterious figurehead.

The city's underworld whispered about His enigmatic persona. He rarely appeared in public, preferring the shadows where his influence was most potent. His sharp mind, coupled with a penchant for strategic thinking, made him a force to be reckoned with.

"In this business, power is not given; it's taken. Loyalty is rewarded, and betrayal is met with consequences.", he spoke up in a firm yet calm voice.

His lieutenants, handpicked for their unwavering allegiance, carried out his orders without question. The loyalty they displayed was a testament to Murtasim's ability to inspire both fear and admiration.

His empire expanded beyond the city limits, reaching into every corner where illicit activities thrived. From the high-end clubs frequented by the elite to the dimly lit alleys where deals were struck in secrecy, his influence was felt like an invisible hand guiding the city's underworld.

Nobody saw his face till the date. Not even his companion. The Khan used to hide his face with a Black mask. All they know is that he has beutiful eyes. His voice hold a mix of strength and Firmness. His nature calm and anonymous. Nobody knows what his next move is.

Law enforcement danced on the edge of frustration, unable to penetrate the layers of protection surrounding Khan. He operated with a keen understanding of the system, manipulating it to his advantage while leaving no trace of his involvement.

"Power is not about making enemies; it's about ensuring they never see you coming. You're too young to understand all this", he uttered looking at a man who's standing in front of him with a scared expression.

Yet, amidst the chaos of his criminal empire, there were whispers of a mysterious past that shaped Khan  into the enigmatic figure he had become. Some said he made his name by himself, clawing his way to the top with sheer determination and cunning. Others believed he was born into a legacy of Royalty, inheriting his own kingdom.

As Khan's empire continued to grow, so did the allure of his legend. His name became synonymous with power, his masked face hidden behind layers of secrecy. The city trembled beneath the weight of his influence, a kingdom built on shadows and the echoes of whispered conversations.

And so, the elusive mafia boss, continued to preside over his raging empire, a figure of both fear and fascination, leaving a legacy that would linger in the annals of the city's dark history.

*****

A young man was leaning on the chair, his left  hand is behind his head and he was using the phone with his right hand. A slight smirk was evident in his face.

"MK kounse ghoda?", a man asked.

"Badal", he uttered.

"Woh daud nhi payega. Pichle dinon mein ho chuki har race mein woh Hara hai", the man said

"Mujhe explanations nhi chahiye. Maine bol Diya toh bol diya", he said in a ordering manner.

"Jaisa aap bolein", the man uttered before leaving.

"Iss khel mein koun kya karega yeh mujhe pata hai. Iss bar yeh aauda badal ke naam", he said with a smile.

As all the horses and their riders takes their palces. One horse was standing there without its rider. he stared at the racetrack. He was standing on the rooftop of a house, probably a farmhouse.