𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗
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Living with hidden scars is a silent symphony of pain, a dance in shadows. Then, suddenly someone appears and cages you, wrapping chains around your wounde...
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The wind howled against the steel skies, whipping through the port like an omen. It tugged fiercely at Ekaksh's black blazer, making it fly around his tall built figure, while his tousled hair danced to the storm's rhythm. He stood unmoved at the edge of the dock, his gaze locked on the wreck before him --a half-burnt ghost of a ship that was once meant to slice through the Pacific waters carrying his name and weapons.
Now, it limped home, dragged by another vessel, blackened and broken.
Smoke rose in tendrils from the burnt ship, mingling with the salty sea breeze. Seagulls cawed above, their cries slicing through the silence, as if mourning the destruction. But Ekaksh didn't blink. His eyes, cold and burning, held a fury too quiet to be seen, too loud to be ignored.
"Bhai," Avyaan approached, his footsteps under his boots barely audible against the crashing sharp waves.
"Ninety percent of the weapons are destroyed... This ship can never be rebuilt again. She won't see the waters anymore." He informed.
Ekaksh pulled in a slow breath, letting the smoke of his cigar fill his lungs. He exhaled into the wind, the smoke curling like a sigh from the devil himself.
"Forty-five hundred crore gone in that petty blaze. And out of a hundred and ten men forty-five didn't make it back and many are severely injured"
Avyaan continued, his voice tinged with disbelief and a shadow of sorrow.
For a moment, the silence between the brothers was heavier than the dark storm clouds above.
"Maya thi, ayi... chali gayi.".Ekaksh said at last, his voice calm, almost haunting.
(It was an illusion, it was here and now it's gone)
But as the flames still flickered faintly in the carcass of the ship, he added, his voice laced with chilling finality:
"Lekin ab kisi ka kaal usse pukar raha hai."
(But now, someone's doom is calling him.)
He said chillingly and coldly and Avyaan knew that now the one who's causing havoc in the organisation will no longer be fine.
Cries began echoing through the port Families of the deceased men had arrived. Their sobs grew louder as the bodies, wrapped in white cloth, were gently carried down from the other ship by his men. The pain in their eyes was unbearable to watch, but Ekaksh didn't flinch. His jaw clenched slightly, and that was all.
"Boss, the Director General of Shipping is here," one of the men whispered, stepping closer.
A middle-aged officer approached them with a stiff face, clearly struggling to hold his ground before a man like Ekaksh.
