BOOK TWO OF DARK SERIES
"Jo karta hun puri shiddat se karta hun, abb chahe woh nafrat hi sahi. Aur uss nafrat ki hadd junoon mein badal gayi. Tumhe paane ka junoon".
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Reyansh Rai Singhania, 28 years old, a billionaire and Ki...
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जानू न मैं तुझमें मेरा हिस्सा है क्या पर अजनबी अपना मुझे तू लगा
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The Phase I has been started which only consists of flashback and past, no mention of future incidents would be there. Except for this chapter, The further flashback chapters will be filled with mature content. Readers discretion will be advised. . .
Taking a break wasn't the bad idea I guess. My training period was over almost a month back, grandpa wanted me to take over the Mafia throne immediately but I asked for six months break, he agreed, knowing very well how hectic it was for me. My father threw my stepsister and me out as soon as I had completed my studies. Just because we were getting more rebellious. Moreover his ass wouldn't able to bear seeing a Mafia man residing in his mansion, it will be threat for him. Fvck that, I wouldn't even want to see his b*tch of a second wife's face.
I already took oath but then booked the ticket of flight for Paris.
I had already bought a penthouse in Paris and it wouldn't be hassle staying there, spending vacation while exploring the city, more than that secretly hiring the local and capable goons and send them to join our Mafia gang in India.
I stared ahead of me at the city, walking out of the Paris international airport, I took off my black mask and airpods fishing them inside the pockets.
Some people passed by me were sending me amusing glances since I had rolled my black hoodie's sleeve up, the black inked arms were completely on display. Probably I'm looking like a goon now, well I'm a Gangleader. That suddenly send a rush of proud inside me.
I might had hated blood or violence but now I'm living in it. I've become a bloodthirst man, killing, torturing everything became normal to me now.
Straightening my black cap I walked straight towards the cab waiting for passengers there, all lined up.
My face void of any expression, including that one beating organ which lacks emotions. I wouldn't feel ashamed to accept I forgot smiling, forgot speaking humbly. Some called me rude jerk, some emotionless asshole.
