[Sequel of Rang Jo Lagyo: The Colours of Love; can be read as a standalone]
Who said people with perfect pasts don't have broken parts to them and who said people with shattered pasts don't have a sense of fulfilment in them?
When she has learned th...
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Club Luxe
Mumbai, India
"How many fucking times do I need to tell you to not have your filthy business deals in my club?" I yelled holding up a man from the couch by his collars. I looked wildly in his eyes while gritting my teeth in anger and he turned pale at the rage that my eyes were radiating. I threw him harshly back on the couch and turned around to face Bakshi, who was standing behind me watching all this. He was looking as frightened as the rest of the men.
They were all wearing black suits and sitting on the long black leather couch in the private room of my club. Several briefcases full of cash were sitting on the round glass table in front of them along with some that contained large amounts of drugs in them. The dim warm light of the room was only adding to the intensity of the situation.
"Sa—Saanjh calm down," Bakshi dared to utter that in front of me even though he is well aware that I won't remain calm seeing this taking place in my club.
I took the gun out of his holster and turning around, I shot the whiskey glasses placed on the table one by one making everyone jump out from their seats in fear. Some of them covered their ears when the bullets pierced through the glasses and spread glass shards in the air. I shot a piercing gaze towards one of the men sitting on the couch holding the bag of cash close to his chest and clinging to it dearly. It infuriated me par my ability to contain my anger and I hurled the gun that was empty of all the bullets now in his direction and it landed on the empty space next to him. Nearing him, I harshly detached the briefcase from him and threw it across the room. I picked him up from his collars and slammed him against the glass table. It shattered with his weight and the glass pieces pierced his body at several places causing him to bleed out.
"Get the hell out of my club and do not return if you want to stay alive," I bellowed.
The men began closing the briefcases and quickly wrapped everything up. One of them helped the one that was lying injured on the carpet of glass to get up on his feet. They rushed out of the room exiting from the large one-way glass doors through which nothing is visible to the outside. It also makes this space soundproof but when they opened the doors to leave, the loud music could be heard playing in the main area of the club.
I picked up the gun from the couch that I had thrown there earlier. I sauntered towards Bakshi rubbing the gun against my blazer to clean it off, which was enough to frighten him even further. I halted near him and looking at him with anger filled eyes, I inserted his gun back into the holster. He gulped the lump that had formed in his throat, and I could notice sweat dripping down from his forehead.
"Tell my dad to not show these people the way to my club ever again," I roared, and he gulped again.
"Saanjh," I heard my name being yelled out and turned my head towards the door only to find my father standing there fuming with rage. "You scared away my men again?"
