Book One of "The Roses" Series
✿PINK ROSE✿
Vikrant was a man shaped by shadows-ruthless, calculating, and unyieldingly cold. In his world, softness was a weakness, and mercy was a foreign concept. He had climbed the ranks of the underworld, his name...
Song suggestion for this chapter 'LET THE WORLD BURN' - Chris Grey _______________________________
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"Gloves," I demanded, extending my hand toward him. He placed a pair in my palm. I slipped them on and slowly made my way into the basement. I paused in front of the massive gate, noticing patches of rust clinging to its surface. Turning to the left, I focused on the digital lock, typed in the password to unlock it.
Pushing the door, I entered the dark corridor with many doors. I proceeded until I reached the final door, where two guards stood on either side. I acknowledged their greetings with a brief nod.
I pushed the door open and saw a man sitting in a chair, blindfolded, with ropes tightly binding his hands and legs. My men stood nearby, watching him closely in his dire state.
I walked toward him with a smug smile, my footsteps echoing through the dimly lit room. The lone yellow bulb swayed above the chair where the man sat bound and helpless.I gestured to my men, signalling them to remove the cloth from his eyes.
I moved toward the table on the left and ran my hands over each tool in search of the perfect knife.
Playing with the knife, I slowly approached him, savouring the fear etched on his face. His expression alone brought me a twisted sense of satisfaction. "Now, what were you saying?" I broke the silence. I traced the knife from his forehead to his lips, the cold steel grazing his skin, sending a visible shiver through his body.
"What did I do!" He screamed. In response, I plunged the knife into his stomach. "Don't raise your voice in front of me," I roared, twisting the blade deeper into his flesh. His screams grew even louder, echoing through the room.
I signalled to my man to silence him. He stepped forward, wrapping a cloth tightly around the man's mouth, muffling his cries and plunging the room into silence. "What improper thoughts were you imagining about the social sir's daughter or, more importantly, about my lady?" I paused, pulling the knife out, then drove it into his left thigh, continued without mercy
I pulled out the knife and drove it back in repeatedly until I was satisfied. As I watched his terrified face, I removed the cloth from his mouth, and his screams erupted with raw intensity.
I moved toward the table and returned with the cleanest, sharpest knife in hand, leaving the old one still lodged in his thigh.
I moved the knife slowly across his lips, the blade cold against his skin. "You talked about her with this pretty mouth of yours," I said. Taking a breath, I studied his terrified expression. "So how about I cut your tongue out?" My smirk widened as his eyes grew even wider, reflecting a mix of fear and disbelief.
"Please leave me, I beg you," he cried. "Tsk tsk, you begged the wrong person," I said, stepping back slightly and idly playing with the knife. "Rule number one: never offer instant forgiveness for mistakes. Instead, eliminate them from your life to ensure the mistake is never repeated." With that, I lunged toward him. Grasping his tongue and pulling it slightly from his mouth, I sliced it cleanly, severing it from him.
He tried to speak but could only make muffled sounds due to his severed tongue. I smirked at his helpless state, watching him with a cold satisfaction. Then one of my men said, "Sir, you have a few missed calls from Aayansh sir.". At his words, I left the basement, walked into the washroom, and washed the blood from my hands.
Swiping the green icon, I answered, "Hello, Aayansh." "Where have you been, Vikrant?" he asked, sounding frustrated. "Busy with a meeting," I lied, fully aware of his warning not to act like a psychopath.
"Don't lie, Vikrant. I know you won't be at ease until you torture that man" he said, frustration lacing his voice. I sighed, realising I couldn't fool him. "You know me too well," I replied, rubbing my thumb over my right eyebrow.
"By the way, the three of us are heading to Sir's place together," he stated. Nodding, I replied, "Okay, I'll meet you there." He simply hummed in response and ended the call.
"Sir, what should we do with him?" he asked. I glanced around until I spotted my blazer. Slipping it on, I replied in a cold, detached voice, "Keep him in that room until I'm done with him." With that, I walked out.
Gazing at my Bugatti Chiron Super Sport, I drove toward her home. Nervous anticipation filled me as I imagined our conversations and, most importantly, the eye contact I was longing for.
My hands began to shake as I caught sight of the house from a distance. Just then, I heard a notification on my phone. I checked our group chat and saw a few new messages.
Abhay: Vikrant, we've arrived.
Jai: We've had a few conversations with your girl. I must say, she's beautiful, sweet, and kind.
Vikrant: Stay away from her.
I warned that flirtatious chap. I parked the car and walked through the main gate, feeling a knot of unease in my stomach.
I watched her standing by the gate, her back facing me. She wore a pastel purple kurta, a testament to her love for soft, calming colours. Her hair fell freely, reaching down to her mid-back, the gentle waves swaying slightly with each movement.
I couldn't take my eyes off her curls. They tumbled in soft, playful waves, each one a perfect, bouncy ringlet. The way her hair framed her face and danced with every movement was utterly mesmerising, making it impossible for me to look away.
My feet moved toward her almost on their own. Her fragrance filled my nostrils, so intoxicating and addictive.
She's tall with a height around 5 '9 ft, yet standing before me, her height feels endearingly short.
Sensing my presence, she turned quickly, fear etched on her face. Her chocolate eyes locked onto mine with an unreadable expression. I found myself mesmerised by her features ,her delicate, small face framed by thick eyebrows, a graceful long nose, and those tempting small pink lips that looked so irresistibly sweet.
We stared at each other for a moment that seemed endless until we heard Sir's voice. "You're here, Vikrant!" She stepped back, moving toward him, and took her place by his side. I approached with a smile and greeted him.
He glanced at her with a warm smile and said, "Jaanvi, meet Vikrant". Turning to me, he added with a touch of pride, "And this is my daughter, Jaanvi".
The next thing she did left me utterly stunned. She extended her hand, offering a handshake with a graceful smile.
A handshake!
Her smile and extended hand had me completely captivated.
My trembling hand reached out and met her soft one, a striking contrast to my rough grip. A thrilling jolt ran through me, this was our first touch.
First touch.
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I shouldn't have fallen in love Look what it made me become I let you get too close Just to wake up alone And I know you think you can run You're scared to believe I'm the one But I just can't let you go
I'd let the world burn Let the world burn for you This is how it always had to end If I can't have you then no one can I'd let it burn I'd let the world burn Just to hear you calling out my name Watching it all go down in flames.
