𝐈𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐚~𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞 | 𝟐𝟏+

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫| 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬

"What are you saying, Miraya? Are you out of your mind ?!" The man gritted his teeth and spoke to the mining chief of Raizada private mines, just to make sure that what she said was not preposterous.

"No boss...you come with me and see...?" She sat down, crossing her leg over the other, heaving the pride of something he always wanted to find. The man immediately pushed up all the files and papers in front of him from the desk.

"Are–Are what's the hurry?" She looked at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes, and she bent across the table, trailing a perfectly manicured finger over his latest Emporio Armani suit.

Before she could do anything else, the man stiffly caught her wrist, noticing the sound of heavy anklets fading off into the hallway. "Miraya Chatterjee, why do you keep doing this, huh? What fun is hidden in this child's play?"

"Mr.Raizada... uff, how much do you misunderstand me... First of all, you and me both know that there are more enemies than loved ones... and people spreading things are more than them."

The man huffed, throwing away her wrist. "Ah–" the woman smiled and caught her with her other hand, simply soothing it. "Now is not the right time, boss; you will have to wait till night."

Soon the ink bottle was slammed on the wall, painting it in bright green "How much longer do I have to wait, I can't do this anymore! I am going, Miraya!"

"Do you even remember how that thing was, or... how is that thing looking now after a hundred and fifty years?"

Miraya questioned the man, stopping him in his trackes... The man set the sides of his blazer and turned around at lightning speed, slamming the mining chief in the wall with his hand wrapping around her throat.

"Ah– Ak–!"

Miraya was struggling to breathe while the head security chief was trying to free her from the man's grasp. Ignoring the futile efforts of Daksh, the man spoke in a low and dangerous voice.

"Then what are you kept for, huh? Why did I bring you along with me from hell? To go around giving other people the wrong impression of what we both are? Look Miraya I do not have time for this; I have kept you down there in the fucking mine hole to dig that thing,and I know you know how it looks!"

The man's eyes were turned rigidly tight around the lady's neck, forming bruises on both sides. Miraya's eyes were bulging out, and she was gasping for air. "Ha—uh–ah–", no words were coming out even though she was trying to speak. Her hands, once that traced his Emporio Armani, were trying desperately to pry his hands of her to catch a wisp of air.

"Sab! Yeh aap kya kar rahe hai!"

Daksh ran over into the scrimmage, trying help the mining chief, He tried taking the man's hands from her throat while—

"Boss, please leave her alone; have mercy; she will be more useful alive than dead."

The man somewhat calmed down, while throwing the woman on the neatly polished italian tiles "Come-on up now—get yourself to use!"

"Ugh–Ah–"

Miraya coughed, gagging on the floor and gulping the air as if she had been in the middle of a vacuum. Her hair came undone, like a bird's nest, her saree crumpled, and the drap that covered the breast parts was down on the floor, shamlessly showcasing her deep-necked blouse.

Daksh turned away, as he couldn't bear to see a woman in that position, but there was no reaction from the man. He took a rolling chair and sat down, waiting for the woman's answer. He didn't really care if she was undressed, naked, or what-so-ever; he needed answers.

"Miraya."

The man bent down from the chair, staring down into her breathing face, shocking her in the process of holding her cheeks with a dead grip. The head of security could only stand and watch the drama unfold. He couldn't really do anything.

"I give you five minutes to give me what I want..."

Miraya looked at him, sweat piling up in her hairline and forehead. She knew what she was going to tell him would not please him; it would not be what he wanted to hear.

"Saab, who ever went down to dig that thing... They found it... But nobody knows what it looks like or what it is..."

"What do you mean, there is no one to tell? "

"Mr. Raizada, the people who went down, their ashes were sent back."

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