Gentleman [ON HOLD]

"What are you doing here?!" his yell, not any less than a roar, breaks the utter silence, "I had warned you not to wander around in any of my rooms!"

Not only my words but, I think, my soul might have departed as well as I stand motionless, staring at his burning eyes with my terrified eyes. I want to run away but, it seems like, my body couldn't understand the orders of my brain.

"Why are you snooping around in my private work space?" he accuses, gripping his hand tighter around my forearms. Like reality hitting me hard, I dare to jerk my arm away, slightly bewildering him.

"I-I was j-just looking a--"

"You want to know what I do?!" he yells, stepping a little closer to my liking, "I am a ruthless man, woman. A gangster. Mafia."

As I was registering this confession in my brain, I don't know how, why, and from where but he takes a gun out, pointing at my forehead.

"And I will be more than happy to prove it," he casually remarks with no shame or even hesitation lacing his words.

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GENTLEMAN - "a not so gentle gentleman."

Ammar Asim Mir, the gangster.

Mahira just Mahira, the captive.

And as a poet once said,
"it left
A mark.
Every word,
Every moment,
Every sigh and
Every half smile.
It left
A mark." - d.j

Turkish man-Pakistani girl