𝕻𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓

| 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚 |

𝟿:𝟷𝟼 𝙿.𝙼

𝟷𝟿 𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢

𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚒, 𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚊

It was a quiet evening In Ajatshatru's mansion, the air was thick with the smoke of expensive cigars and the low hum of conversations.

Ajatashatru, a man of indomitable strength and a fearsome reputation wasn't to be trifled with and if you're in his lair, loyalty's the only trait you need to survive in his territory.

"Mind going through the list once again? The MP one."

He asked, more like commanded. He referred to the members of parliament who were subtly under him, profiting from their buisness while Ajatashatru helped to maintain the clean image at a certain price. The government was corrupt while he lived and relished in the reality and over the power he held over them as if they were mere pawns.

He sat behind the mahogany desk in the dimly lit office, his fingers thrumming against it in an odd rhythm. The tailored black suit he wore fit him perfectly, emphasizing his broad shoulders and powerful build. The fabric, a fine Italian wool, draped over him with an elegance that belied the brutal strength it encased. His white dress shirt was crisp, contrasting sharply with the dark suit. A black silk tie, knotted with precision, completed the fit, its sheen catching the dim light of the room.

"Gajendra Singh, Rajiv Khanna..." Param, one of his most trusted men went on, listing the names, though he came at a pause.

Param was a great companion and a brother to Ajatshatru's liking, he looked after the diplomatic and also the violent relations with a few of Ajatshatru's not so likable acquaintances.

"And?" Ajatashatru glanced up from the table, uncertain as to why Param would stop abruptly.

"Mohan Verma's name's cut off, wasn't he within the opium export?" Param questioned, his eyes locked upon the list displaying on a screen before him on a Tablet.

"You're asking me as if I haven't heard that bastard's name for the sixth time this month, of course I'd know in which department of mine he is in," Ajatashatru let out a hollow chuckle, a sound that coursed a shiver down the spine of anyone else in the room.

"What about him?" Ajatshatru's expression returned to the stoic one it was earlier. He didn't like this man, he didn't find him trustworthy. After winning the Rajya sabha elections, he had been coming to only a few selective meeting, much to Ajatshatru's disdain, Verma hasn't even attended the meeting last week.

The door clicked as guards stepped away for giving space to the man entering after them.

"Ah, Dushyant, baitho, Param was going on with the absence of Mohan Verma," Ajatashatru greeted, before taking note of the knowing look on Dushyant's face.

Dushyant, Ajatshatru's right hand man and of a rank that came before Param's. He looked after the buisness or attend meetings where Ajatashatru wouldn't be present.

"You look like you've brought some news, perhaps, it could be related to Verma's ignorance." Ajatashatru spoke, his expectations were high that whatever news he had had to do with the MP.

"Of course, it does has to do with the MP, Bhai" said Dushyant, crossing his arms as he sat before Ajatashatru's desk. He took a deep breath before beginning.

"In our finance list, Verma's name's present but we haven't had any reports on the exports handled by him, all are delayed. He's siphoning off of our funds in the sandalwood trading and the reports are same, no response from him. Also we haven't been able to contact him, nor able to seal any of his properties, all have been held for sale. He's trying to run away from us, boss. We need to act upon it before he's out of state." Dushyant droned on, his fingers picking on his shirt as he rambled every detail he knew.

"His relatives are not aware of his whereabouts, and I'm a hundred and one percent sure they don't, I mean, who wouldn't spill the info when they're almost at the brink of death from the torture. His escape is a big problem" Dushyant continued.

"He already was a problem," Param added, closing the flap of the device and hiding it's still-glowing screen.

"And who's fault was that to add him in our dirty buisness?" Ajatshatru turned to look at him with narrowed eyes and an amused smirk.

"Well, I thought he was trustworthy, sir." Param stammered as he rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed at being called out.

"Sure, the only thing he did was to flatter you and speak a mockery of determined and experienced words, that's all it took you to find him trustworthy," Ajatshatru hummed, though his words carried no bite.

"Just like the saying goes," Dushyant began as he stood up from the seat, walking over to stand beside Param and giving him a light shoulder pat.

"Flattery gets you nowhere, and bhai you're the honoured one for this quote." Dushyant laughed, while Ajatashatru just watched the back and forth between his men.

"Shut up." Param grumbled, which made him laugh even more.

"Enough boys, we have a rat to catch," Ajatshatru declared, standing up as well.

He opened his desk drawer before shuffling through it, before whipping out a glock 19, pulling its slide and letting go of it with a satisfying click.

"Ikattha karo sabko, agar woh haath se nikal gaya toh samjho sab barbaad" Ajatshatru growled, holstering the weapon in the holster beneath his belt.

Both the men snapped out of their bickering and nodded immediately, both turned out of the room and barked out the orders to others.

Ajatshatru was left alone within the walls of his office, the only noise was the soft yelling of others from outside. He held the bridge of his nose, it was going to be a simple catch, the one he was used to by now. But Verma was an influential man and had affiliations with other mafia beside him, that's what the migraine was. He glanced at the door, through which he had to walk out anyways later on, he just hoped none of it went wrong and will not have to make him lose more of his men or women.

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Hey everyone! Rex here, hope all of you loved this inaugural prologue! I've been planning this book right after I watched Mirzapur, it's actually pretty realistic minus some scenes, and don't mind if I get the politics terms wrong, I never paid much attention during my social science classes :') anyways I'll see you guys again in next update💖