6- The burn

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Ayaan Shah

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Ayaan Shah


There is a certain satisfaction in seeing how bad the things can get. Ruining someone brings me peace. Ruling someone brings me satisfaction.

I'm an evil. And I'm aware of it. I tend to stay away from people who could harm me in any way. I've mastered the way I could mask my emotions and expressions. Years of training has now made me an expert in keeping a blank face without any body language.

My ways of hurting someone aren't as evil as many people think they are. They are worse than that

Screams echo in the empty hallway. Screams of murderers. Their sons. Their brothers. And all the other people who have helped them in any other way.

The tall and muscular men standing outside each metal gate, guarding what they have been ordered to, bowed down their head respectfully at me.

I'm not arrogant to not to notice them and then not nod my head at them. So that's why I just ignored them.

They matter to me, because of these loyal people, even if they are just guards or sweepers, I've gained whatever I have today. I respect them but I have to keep them in line so they won't forget who's the boss.

Walking in the hallway, I asked my secretary, Sarwar about the progresses and he informed me briefly. He's a loyal man who knows I don't like it when people shutter infront of me. Honestly speaking, he is the only person who works for me and isn't afraid of me.

Giving him orders for the day, I walked out of the hallway and entered a private lift. Entering the passcode I emtered inside and the lift started moving. This lift can only be used by me, Sameer and-

"What the- Acha I'm sorry. No I won't. I promise" 

Did I say I'm the only boss here? Well, my partner in crime is now entering through the ground floor while being on a call with someone. And I know exactly who that someone is.

"Acha I'll get them for you" he sweetly said and smiled at last.

Cutting the call, he greeted me with a nod and I did the same.

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