BLADES AND PETALS

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ANAMIKA'S POV ;

  A long way ,a really disgusting long way and the end is here not mine but the person in front of me who is inviting his end willingly, "Vijay Menon"a true barbarous manwhore in his late 50's the sickening smile he gives as he spots me, opening his filthy arms motioning me to come .I make my way towards him and hug him, yes I am hugging him and kiss his goddamn cheek the inner me just wants to ram my fist in his face but I Ignore it, ''YOU LOOK AMAZING"menon says with a malicious smile, and answering him "you too" with a grim. as the waiter serves the drinks menon grabs a glass and motions me to have it , i smile and hold the glass . after 30 mins of staying in his arms which I so badly wanted to break but I controlled because the next step is crucial and now is the time.      

                                                        Excusing myself from him and spotting nirav I give a nod to execute our plan , making my way towards the room and not too later menon joins it too ,grabbing my elbow , his lips were centimeter away from mine when I fisted his hair pulled it back harshly          "ahan not yet, lemme show you something" I push walk past him while he groans "that must be worth the intruption" I chuckle "oh it is don't you worry menon" settling at the edge of the bed "kneel down" I say ''haven't done before'' I smirk lean back a lil parting my legs apart ''use that mouth in a better place" he excitedly saunters towards me and kneels I caresses his cheek his ear his hair and I pulled my most awaited move i poke his eyes with my fucking claw like nails slam my bowie knife and twist his neck in a blink menon screams tries to grab my neck but before he can a lamp pole hit his head and he yawps and falls back I expected nirav but it was HADES HIMSELF WAS HERE LIKE ALWAYS WEARING THAT FUCKING MASK ALLOWING HIS BLACK EYES TO COME IN VIEW AND HINDING HIS REST OF THE FACIAL FEATURES.

"shouldn't have bothered your hands" ignoring me hades texts someone through his phone and meanwhile nirav enters ,he gives me a curt nod , leaving the room I enter the hall marching towards the bar I stood up on the counter grab 3 fucking liqour bottles and smash it on the ground gaining everyone's attention "vijay menon is no more I now hela announce I own the menon empire and which is from now on called as HELA EMPIRES any objection ladies and gentlemen", as everyone turn their heads towards hades who was already staring at me after a min of silence he raises his wine glass giving curt nod and rest of them joins him. But I wasn't done. i was just beginning.

RAKSH POV ;

The meeting with the countries concluded and the party was on full swing but still today's day wouldnt come to an end without killing vijay menon the nervous smile which he gives now suits him"is everything according to the scheme we made for the victims? " the traitor thinks that I am unaware of his doings "of coarse everything is going well" the bastard fails to swipe off his anxiousness I was bout to reply when his expression changed into a wicked smile as his eyes where directed behind me I walk ahead off him and stood when i saw a women leaning into a hug and kiss against menon's cheek and Menon being menon gives her a cruel smile . 

                                        the full-length emerald green dress that enveloped her. The high neckline and fitted silhouette created an elegant frame, one that spoke of modesty yet held an undeniable allure. It was a striking choice—daring in its simplicity, the deep green fabric almost glowed against the backdrop of the dimly lit room, the cape overlay flowed behind her like a whisper, adding a dramatic flair that made her appear both regal and untouchable.  of interest, there was something compelling about how the dress hugged her form, accentuating her figure without revealing too much. It was a careful balance that demanded respect, even if I didn't particularly feel it, my eyes traced the lines of the dress, noting how it framed her shoulders and fell gracefully to the floor, hiding her feet in a way that seemed deliberate. She carried herself with a quiet confidence, one that suggested she was aware of the impression she made, even if she didn't seek adoration, 

                                     For a moment, I found myself seeing her in a different light—not just as another player in this dangerous game, but as someone who understood the weight of presence and the art of restraint. the women excuses herself exactly after 30 mins of her arrival and menon without a second follows her and i decided to make my move which is on hold since 30mins , the door opens menon was bout to kiss her when she pulled his hair backwards and that made me release my breath which I was holding unintentionally, she perched upon the bed and menon sat down on his knees she traced his muscles of his face , Her fingers found his eyes, her movements swift and unrelenting. The blade followed, cutting through the air with precision. The man didn't stand a chance. I grabbed the nearest thing—a lamp pole—and brought it down hard on the back of his head. ignoring her question I texted my men to clear off the scene as she walks past me when I assume one of her men entering I leave the room But when I saw her again, toward the exit like I'd assumed. No. She had changed course, and there she was, in the center of the bar, commanding the room with ease. The tension shifted immediately, eyes drawn to her like moths to a flame. Even in this place, surrounded by people who would slit each other's throats for a better deal, she had them captivated. And then she spoke- calm , collected, but with a power that reverberated through the space. She announced, without hesitation, that one of the enemy was no more.my The room stirred, and everyone was waiting for my acceptance I raised my glass and gave her a nod but she was far from done. Her voice didn't tremble as she made her intentions clear. The empire once the motherfucker menon ruled? It was now hers. She wasn't just a part of this war. She was taking over. And she wasn't hiding it.

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