"Madam please let me go. I swear I won't repeat it. Please madam" the sweat beads on his forehead rolled over the side of his face.
He lay on the floor with his hands folded, begging for his life on the other side of my silver pistol. However, there was no chance that I am going to spare his life. My index finger pushed the trigger and the man was dead. The bullet hit exactly onto his heart. I never miss any target. Although he was dead I shot him five times more. The man who was begging for his life 2 minutes ago, now rested in a pool of blood.
I trusted him but he betrayed me. I trust only a handful of people and those who let me down I kill them. He worked for me for over 5 years and now he spied on me, how can I let him live? Such people deserve death.
I turned around and threw my gun behind while walking. One of the men caught it and followed me outside the old garage. Before sitting in my car I washed and sanitized my hands because I hate germs. That man's blood might have contained so many germs and those germs were maybe on my hands now. One of my men opened the door to my black Cayenne, for me. Along with my bodyguards and the driver, we drove off in the dark, full moon night amidst thick and tall tress of the forest.
The tress danced as the wind kissed them. It was a cold windy night. The full moon seemed so huge in the clear sky. There were no other vehicles on the road. The moonlight and my car's headlights were the only source of light on the highway. The moon traveled along with me but this time the moon did not follow me, I followed the moon. It felt like a race; the closer we went the faster the moon's pace was but the moon is the only thing I never compete with. I also talk to the moon, sometimes, I hate the nights when there's no moon. The moon is just like my family to me. It has been watching over me since my birth. It has watched me grow up, become successful, it has seen my struggles, laughed with me and cried with me.
Whenever I feel low or when things are not going smoothly I isolate myself with the moon because the moon is the only source of light in darkness which gives me a ray of hope for a better tomorrow. And whenever, I am happy I again isolate myself with the moon to share my happiness. I know the moon is watching over me and is happy to see me happy. The moon is the only thing that has met all the people with me, witnessed every crime I have committed and heard every prayer that I have prayed.
The huge black gates opened and we entered. The driveway was surrounded by greenery on both the sides. My younger sister, Anam loves planting flowers. She was the one who got this mini garden done few years ago. Anam is a huge fan of flowers and greenery, she has made sure that there is greenery in all the vacant spaces of our villa. When Anam turned the empty driveway space into a garden I made sure that there were benches and umbrellas.
The driver took a right from the water fountain made of gold and silver with diamonds studded here and there, which connected all the four paths and stopped the car right in front of the staircase. One of the bodyguards opened the door for me. My personal assistant cum manager, Sam carried my things to my room.
Sam opened the door to my room, kept my stuff and went away. I quickly scanned my room and was satisfied as everything was neat & clean and in its place. I hate it when things are not in their place. I lay on my bed and switched on the home theatre right in front of me. I randomly switched between channels as there was nothing great going on at 3 in the morning. I turned off the tv & the lights and lay in silence.
I moved the curtain on my right and saw moon through the sparkling glass window. The moon's rays fell on my hand as if the moon is touching me, trying to convey a message. I wondered how many hundreds or thousands of people are watching the moon right now. Was the moon also watching over them? Or only I am the moon's special someone? Does everyone else watching the moon feel the same about it as I do? What might be the people thinking about the moon? Have they grown up with it, shared their joy and melancholy with the moon? Or are they just killing time? Whatever the case maybe the moon never complains. It listens to us patiently. Neither does it complain nor does it give us a solution, it only listens. Sometimes, we don't need a solution we just need someone who'll listen to us patiently and for me that someone is my moon. I wonder how many other people share their secrets with the moon. The moon is so old, one of the oldest things, it was there even before our forefathers. It has witnessed so many generations, the changes of the world, development of technology and what not. The moon has seen the earth as a deserted barren land to a place with skyscrapers. It has swallowed the darkest and the deepest secrets of people right from Adam & Eve's to the new born.
My alarm distracted me from my thoughts. It was 5 am. Oh, my God! I was lost in my trail of thoughts for 2 hours. I can be really weird, sometimes. I drew the curtain and tried to sleep. I tossed and turned in my bed for 30 minutes but I couldn't sleep. I opened the drawer on my right to check for my sleeping pills and I found 5 empty strips. Quickly I got up from the bed, wore my shoes and grabbed my jacket from the sofa.
I took the elevator, from the corner of the floor, to the basement. The rose gold doors of the elevator were pulled inside and I walked out. I scanned the parking lot, all the 50 luxury cars were parked, which meant everyone was home. I couldn't make up my mind on which car to take. I had an argument going on in my mind whether to take Maserati Ghibli or BMW i8. I took in a deep breath and calmed myself. I opened the door, sat in the car, started the
engine, disable the handbrake and drove off in my black Lamborghini Aventador.
A/N- hey everyone this is my first book on wattpad. Idk if you'll like it or no but if you've any suggestions you can leave it in the comments below and please do give me your feedback on the first chap. The next chap will be up soon In Sha Allah. And please do not forget to like, comment and vote. Thank you :)
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