*Mentions of torture and murder*
Lakshay Rajvansh sat on a chair in the dim dungeons of his house. A place where all the dark things, things hidden from the outer world, took place.
He was looking at the man in front of him with a dangerous glint in his eyes. The man who he had just beaten up. His bruised face and Lakshay's bloodied hands were proof of it.
The man panted due to the all the pain and torture he had suffered. His nails were all pulled out. The fingers of his hands were all broken. His face was badly beaten up and almost unrecognizable.
"You have two options now. Death or alliance."
Arpit, Lakshay's right hand spoke up pulling the man's hair and making him face Lakshay. The man cried in pain and sobbed.
"Please let...me go. I don't... know anything. Please."
"Death it is then."
Arpit spoke up and Lakshay picked up a scalpel from the tool box beside him. The man screamed and pleaded.
"No! No! Please! All-alliance! Alliance! Please. Don't -don't kill me. Please."
"Speak!"
Lakshay commanded. One word by him but his deep, dangerous voice sent shivers down everyone's spines. The man spoke about everything, every secret he knew for the next 15 minutes.
Lakshay got without a word when he finished and the man sighed. Thinking that he was spared when his head fell back with a bullet wound right in the middle of his forehead.
Lakshay dropped his gun on the table casually and walked out as if he'd not committed a murder just now. But this was his life since he was born.
Surrounded by guns and blood, murder and betrayal. He was habitual of it all.
Lakshay took the back exit and went straight to the outhouse which he had converted into a room for himself. He cleaned and took showers here after the torture session in the dungeons.
He couldn't go back to the house all covered in blood. He couldn't risk being seen like that by her.
No, this her is not his girlfriend or wife. It's his 5 year old half-sister.
Lakshay went to the house after cleaning up and by this time she was also home.
"Bhaiya!"
She ran straight into his arms and he smiled hugging her tightly.
"Aaj na...mam ne hume...new dance sikhaya."
She said panting due to all the running and excitement.
"Achha?"
He asked caressing her head and she nodded putting her bag aside.
"Haan! Dekho! Aise...phir aise...phir aise. Easy hai na?"
Lakshay nodded with a smile. She was so innocent and sweet. His little baby. His Lakshita.
"Aap bhi kro."
She said and he looked at her conflicted.
"Par mujhe dance nhi aata na."
He pouted for extra efforts and she frowned.
"Abhi maine sikhaya toh hai. Mere saath saath kro."
He knew he had no other option, else she'd pester him all day and crib about him not loving her. Her way of blackmailing him.
He followed her steps and she giggled. He chuckled and kissed her head mentally sighing. If anyone from his men saw him like this, they'd die of shock.
That's why he didn't allow anyone else on his floor.
