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Ethiraj POV
"You did wrong by snatching my deal, Ethiraj Singh. I will fucking kill you and your entire family."
Motherfucker, I put all the remaining bullets in his head. Fucking bastard. I must applaud his courage to go after me with just ten men and utter utter bullshit. Like the fuck? I have some reputation in the underworld to maintain, which he was hell bent on sabotaging.
I will see how somebody can even raise their eyes on my family. I will fucking pluck their eyes out before I descend the hell on earth.
What will people think of me that I won against merely ten novice men? Such a shame on my apprehended image.
This is because of the new diamond deal I have been for so long attempting to strike, and for once I decided to abdicate on this deal. These diamonds were not that precious anyway, until I got notified regarding the new diamond that Mr. Darwish received. I was so tempted to possess it anyhow ever since I saw its image. It was extravagantly perfect for a princess. My princess, My Preciosa, so as soon as I was done with confirming and personally inspecting the safest routes for our arms-related, I was on my way back home two days ago, as promised to Viti, my return within ten days. I, however, was attacked by some assassination. I still need to find who ordered that ambush. Now today, when I was again on my way home. My brothers would be missing and worrying about me; for safety reasons, I could not just contact them. Expectantly, I am looking forward to their banter and everything they did behind my back.
There is one more gift I have gotten for her. She must have to wait for it, though.
"Boss, we should leave. Jet is all set to impart on the journey back to India."
Without uttering a word, I simply hop in the car.
"Boss, Your stitches on your biceps have opened. It needs disinfectant." Oh yeah, the knife cut I got during my physical confrontation with that fucker assassin, wet patches of blood spots are visible through the sleeves of the coat. I cannot afford to squander time on this mere injury. I need to get back to my family.
However, one crucial task is still on the plate, which should be carried out as early as possible for the effectiveness of futuristic approaches, more precisely to put my sketisms to rest.
And, if by any chance they were to be true, I cannot even imagine and foresee the biggest war, as the history of the underworld will see.
Mere thought is enraging; I really wish my doubts turned out to be a false call. Or else.
Thankfully, I called her, asking for her presence when I would change my jet.
It has been three hours I have been drifting into slumber until my personal bodyguard wakes me up, stating we are here and she is here awaiting me outside.
Quickly wearing my shirt, I head outside as I was asleep in the room in the jet.
"Hello, Mr. Singh." She greets me standing from her position as she sees me.
"Do you know why I urgently demand your appearance?" Not beating around the bush, I direct my conversation to the crux of this matter.
"With the information I was sent, I assume it is downright pretty serious." Better.
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Bonds
General FictionA person in his one eventful life goes through a lot of emotions and feels each of them with a different bond. Unconditional love for family, unwavering support with that one only friend who has been with him through thick and thin, painful heartbre...
