Rudransh Singh Yaduvanshi
Just a powerful politician in India but those who are involved in underworld knows his real wrath. Known as Sinister in underworld. Has a wild net worth of 900$ billion dollar. The current Mafia king and the world's riches...
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Recap~~
Blood was dripping off his hair and his chin as he was served gravely and especially.
As soon as she saw him, a smirk soon graced her lips looking at this condition of his.
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Author's POV
Ishanvi signalled the guard to open the cell's lock. His head was hung low but upon hearing the opening of the cell's lock he quickly looked up only to find someone he hadn't expected. She was smiling evilly which shook him to his core or more like giving him an indication of the evil things that she will do to him.
"è da tanto che non ci vediamo, Anton! come sei stato. ora non vuoi fare nessuna acrobazia!?"
[Long time no see, Anton! How have you been. Now don't you want to pull off any stunt!?]
She spoke in her thick native Italian accent. She leaned against the wooden table on which different types of knives were present in a line. The general stood outside the cell while manthan came in and stood beside her with his hands behind and a cold face.
"You really thought Anton that you can just get away after trying to harm him."
"But just leave it, you'll pay for it now!"she ended her sentence and picked up a knife from the table. She ordered a guard to come inside and whispered something in his ear to which he just nodded and went away.
"Which one??" She showed Anton two knives to choose from, the first one was thin yet sharp whereas the other one was thick but not very sharp to be seen. He chose the thick one as it seemed more harmless to him since it was covered. Whereas Ishanvi just mumbled a little 'okay' and Manthan chuckled.
"Manthan once a fool always a fool. You know it's a proverb, Manthan. I never believe it but you prove it to be true Manthan. And you too Anton." And she took off the cloth its cover.
[It's in Gujarati!]
"Areey main kah thi aai'vo vacche!" Manthan exclaimed with a glared, throwing draggeres with his eyes; to which Ishanvi replied with,
[Areey how come I came in between!]
"Tara thi vaat thai chhe Manthan. Nai ne toh Kem aatlu bole, main ana sathe Karu chhu ne, gadhe'diyo!" And with that she again graced Anton with her attention after royally ignoring Manthan.
[Am I talking to you Manthan. No nah then why are speaking unnecessarily. I'm talking to him, idiot!]
She polished the knife with a cloth and suddenly stabbed it in his thigh, making him cry out for help. But well who are we even kidding it, she is one of the most brutal assassin of the mafia world (bitch ain't less than her hubby!). she suddenly gasped and said,
