THE DOLL'S KNIGHT...

2. WHEN THE TSUNAMI HITS...

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THE DOLL'S KNIGHT...

CHAPTER 2

WHEN THE TSUNAMI HITS THE SHORE...

In a dark room shadowed by the dim moon lights, stood the man of darkness, sinking deeper into his darks, as he peered eternally at the empty pink crib. It was all empty, previously it held his dreams, his hopes, but now it held nothing... Nothing, but a reminder of his impotence, nothing but a mocking symbol of his yet again shattered dreams.

A long-held tear leaked his reddened honey-brown eyes, the symbol of his grief, his guilt & his grudges, grudges he held against himself, against the mirage called the Almighty & against the murderer of his happy life. He looked around at the half-readied room.

Yes, this was the room for his Princess, & he wanted it to be the best one! He had secretly prepared it a bit, firstly designing this crib by himself, taking care of each & every sensitivity attached to the children reading from all the books, watching all videos & also consulting those all doctors or pediatrists.

From painting the crib with traditional organic colors, using only wood, to choosing the softest sheets even the heaven envy, the small cloudy pillows, modern monitoring & safe playing devices attached, along with high security alert, so that none can even touch the crib without proper authorization, so that his angel is safe even if he's not around & he can know all the time whatever she's doing, not missing her view for even a lash-drop... But now it was nothing, like him, for now he too was a nothing, a nobody...

To the world he was the same brute, the Darkest Knight, the Anaconda, the predator, the successful business tycoon, the ruthless Mafia leader, the handsome, ever confident man the fair-sex worshipped & died for one sight of... 

But from within, he was nothing but a broken man lost in his own darks, a man helpless, on his knees, having his family crumbling right in front of him as he himself shatters within.

His angel was lost & his Doll, she was lost in her own abyss...His posture stiffened when he felt the familiar rough, warm touch on his shoulder, breaking his trance.

"It's beautiful..." commented Vivaan looking at the crib.

"Not more than my angel!" commented the Knight.

Yes, he knew how exactly his angel will look, with his proud nose & his Doll's innocent features, with her doe-like big eyes painted in his honey-brown, her hairs a mix of his chestnut brown & her golden brown soft tresses. He knew his angel would have been the most beautiful woman alive, but only second to his Doll! None can ever match his Doll's unmatchable beauty, elegance, innocence, fire & grace, not even her clone!

His Doll... He sighed at the mere thought of her.

"Where's Fireball?" asked the King.

"Asleep since we brought her from the hospital." commented Avi blankly, no emotions touching his controlled voice, but his eyes never hid a thing from his brother who sighed patting Avi's shoulder, who gently caresses the crib's side with the back of his cold hand, as cold as that of a corpse's.