Shubhankar eyes now captivated by obsidian intensity. Edges of his lids glowed with malicious, lashes flamed with sharpness. He strode across deserted streets and rusted metal gate appeared infront his eyes, With steady and measuring step.
His finger latched on the handle and not permitting any seconds to slip away. He unbolted it and walked further. His gold ring sheen when filament from a yellowish bulb produces faint light in heat. Shrinking the room temperature at minium note. His eyes scanned the males, presenting in room.
"If you aren't please at the idea of rotting in cells, then make your ways out right now". He commanded the gathered males in a voice that brooks no argument and then walked out.
Silver moonbeam cascaded on deserted streets, portrayed itself in a shimmering yet polished lake. Wings of breeze fluttered, kissed by veil of iciness and blushed at twirling of flowers.
In his dusky shawl he appeared like some menacing manifestation of night, come to banish the day before time.
Shubhankar stood, a lean figure, his arms tightly in front of his chest, revealing taut muscle in his upper arm.
His face seemed to shaped by ancient master. Sculptured in such a mesmerising way that many would be mistaken him as standing statue if he won't shift. His face presently not unveiling any trace of emotion.
His hand fell on his side. Moonless twilight unfolded eerie silence. Silence, a facade which supplies solace howsoever when switched then shifted a terror in beat of heart. Precisely where unnerving prediction shifted from the corner of the mind and settled itself in centre.
But this is Shubhankar Tripathi
He does what he feels. Fear never gripped him, As Silence can be vary with situation same words for fear.
A man among of them, grunted "look Who is here !" his eyes gleam with mischievous yet he manage to drape in aura which scream dominance and dangerous. His steps confidentiality moved indicating that he was well experienced man in life and in business
Blankness painted in shubhankar's face When his eyes caught the sight of this man. And his eyes temprature decrease immediately making them appear bloodcurdling yet frozen.
Jitendra yadav, a leading lawyer in district court. He envy Shubhankar because of his high ranking post. He doesn't appreciate that he leads his work in district level while shubhankar leads his work in state level. Jitendra now blinded with black money, for him corruption felt like a favour in his fate.
Jitendra subtracted distance between them and extended his hand for handshake. Shubhankar accepted it and shook it firmly. Jitendra allowed a dry chuckle to slip and mocked "I must appreciate your personality Mr. Tripathi
Which has not changed a bit"
Slowly a sinful smirk crawled on Shubhankar's lips , making him appear more sinister. Grabbing a wooden chair, Shubhankar crossed one ankle over his other knee. His gaze darkened "Not like you Mr. Yadav Who own many facades" and flicked his fingure singling him to take a seat.
His eyes scowled at his words and his jaw clenched slightly nevertheless he slumped himself in chair
Which was opposite to Shubhankar chair and commented "Indeed Mr. Tripathi however do not assume that rivals can not be equally"
Shubhankar just shook his head and uttered in hair - raising voice "I don't
assume Mr. Yadav I believe"
Jitendra snorted and argued "Don't believe much otherwise later you will regret Mr Tripathi " warning was poured into his words. which didn't go unnoticed by Shubhankar but he didn't have any desire to push conversation further so he didn't added anything.
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Untold Tale of Indian Wife
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