Kazen MacNarma aka Aysel Saat

[Somewhere in Russia]

Meanwhile Aysel Saat was having trouble in dealing with the newly risen issue, she wanted Ekai to clear up the misunderstandings so that she could have Owen back; someone was having other thoughts regarding the lady.

The massively stretched villa felt the audible footsteps of black shoes as soon as the grimly dressed man made his not-so-fancy appearance. 

"Master."

A jury of bodyguards welcomed the mysterious man on the main ingress, as he walked inside giving a frosty yet tired expression.

Only the sound of their shoes clacked in the down hall and then everything turned silent soon after the man strode towards the end of the hall. Passing through the spiral staircase which rested in one corner, among the Victorian shaded walls the man reached the upper floor. 

Halted in front of the door, in the midst of inaudible atmosphere the only thing which could be heard was his heavy breath. Maybe he had enough of the day and the gibberish of his men, of course who would take such a nuisance the whole day.

'Argh!'

He let out a growl which was definitely heard by the walls, which had probably swallowed his loneliness.

The man placed his right hand on the door handle and pushed it, that the mere wooden door opened a jar producing a sound in the hushed room. 

'Ah! Fuck!'

He stepped inside the spacious room and pulled arms backwards in an attempt to take off the neat black coat. One could clearly sense his irritation from the knitted eyebrows and creased expressions, maybe he just wanted to lay down on the comfy mattress yelling on his left side.

He tossed off the coat on the floor, gladly the carpet was already waiting for its master with a bow to take care of the black coat. 

"It's been a long day."

The man pulled the 'chain' tie, as to loosen it's clutching grip around his long neck, and proceeding in a similar way it was bestowed upon the carpeted floor. 

It did not take him more than a few brief seconds that a feeble thump of his weary silhouette raised its voice, which was soon muffled by the unnatural deafening silence. 

Perhaps the whole villa never heard any other noise let alone some feminine voice, it had been ages since the doors of 'Castello manor' had permitted any woman inside. 

Well, except for the one woman!

'Where are you, Kazen MacNarma?'

His mind was terribly occupied with multiple thoughts, that the man could not help but to heave a deep sigh. Although, the restless storm within his brain was unsettling, completely contrasting to his serenely grim surroundings.

The man stared at the whitewashed roof blankly, his mind was still wandering upon the thoughts of a particular person. How could possibly a strong man like him began to think about a woman, perhaps he was actually smitten by the temptress. 

The Russian mafia ruler, Calhoun Castello, was finally tamed. But possibly what kind of woman she was, who successfully melted the ice on his heart in just one meet up?

Must be some unparalleled beauty.

The dim golden lights in every square corner were illuminating the room enough to see the placed necessities. But still something was off the track, perhaps the silence creeping through the walls or his shattered fragile heart!

He raked through his black sleek hair which cascaded upto his shoulder length, but at that moment were thrown on the bed. The man shared many similarities with Ekai Enzo, the mysterious CEO, maybe Calhoun also had some association with the underworld. 

Some powerful connection with all the successors, except Ekai Enzo Enrique. 

It would be not a wonder if the man actually had some connection to influential personalities or with the mafia, because the designer coat miserably laying on the floor had a gun in its pocket. Similarly, the dark blue tie had a small chip rolled and sewn into the folds of clothes. 

He was not most women's 'good for nothing rich brat' but a sharp, intellectual man with a technological interest.

The man was not some ordinary citizen of Russia, that was an accurate conclusion. But then again, who was he? What was his actual identity?

He supported his tired and weary body, pushed himself to sit with an irritated groan. His oceania blue eyes travelled along the room and eventually landed on the study table, where a brown diary wearing leather clothes was sobbing the man's own thoughts. 

Without pondering for any further minute he rose up from the comfy mattress, which had earlier sunk because of his muscular strength. He followed the wishes of his heart and order of his heart, which was screaming Kazen's name in each palpitation! 

'Where are you Kazen? I have to find you soon before the time runs out.'

Calhoun walked up to the table with slumped shoulders and weary body, although his serene yet sorrowful orbs had some hidden secrets which flickered after glancing at the diary.

The Russian lord was continuously mumbling to himself, watering the sprout of hope in his heart every day. Calhoun was determined to find Kazen, his runaway fiancee and for that he used to wake up every morning just to fail with every sunset.

The mysterious man walked upto the desk and plopped into the chair, while his flickering orbs were roaming on the photo frame placed nearby the laptop. His elbows rested on the table and chin on the diary, as his brain began to get clouded with the thoughts. 

'It has been more than a whole year, Kazen, that you are gone. You know how much I'm missing your absence? Please, come back soon into my arms!'

The photograph was perhaps responding to his request, well of course he thought it that way in his mind. 

'Please.'

Calhoun whispered in his heart with a shallow voice, while his blue orbs were fixated intently on the photograph of the woman_ who happened to look exactly like Aysel Saat!

•••

[Back in Spain]

Ekai Enzo walked with a dignified gait, having a dangerous aura around him, towards his own cabin. During his short walk the cunning man was well aware of the stares darted on his tall, strong and handsome frame.

Well of course, who would miss the rare opportunity to see the mysterious triple E boss with his or her own eyes. It was not the expected kind gesture given by Ekai to appear in public, who happened to go by his last name_ Mr Enrique. 

Though being in headlines and remaining a hot topic for paparazzi, the mafia king of southern Europe was also equally popular among his employees who happened to be guessing his name. But of course, it was also a secret and the only thing they could pull out to sell to the paparazzi was the 'triple E' title. 

Women seemed to find themselves getting attracted to him and unwillingly they could not lift their prying orbs off him. No wonder Ekai was wearing smug expression knowing that his terrifically cold aura was enough to garner the attention, and having good looks were a bonus for him off which he was extremely proud.

The male staff felt themselves unwillingly surrendering to the handsome face in front of them, that even they were forced to think whether they would turn their sexual preference for Ekai or not!

'Hm. Even these people are attracted to my charisma.'

Ekai heaved a sigh as he shoved his hands in the pocket of the jeans and walked past the desks where every single employee stood up in his respect.

It did not matter how much the workload had slumped their shoulders, there was not a single employee who hated or resented Ekai because he was paying them accordingly the efforts and hardwork. 

The mafia king was good for good and worst for bad people. Indeed a devil's reincarnation, that even Owen believed the rumours of Ekai being a ruthless man.

'Why aren't you enchanted by me, Aysel?' 

The man kept on blabbering in his soliloquy. 

'I have not felt this much restless in my whole life, Aysel. Why aren't you giving me any hint or anything,'

Ekai Enzo Enrique looked straight in the direction of his own nose, keeping his chin up the man seemed alert of his surroundings when in fact he was zoned out completely. 

'Do you really not remember me, Kazen?'

Pushing the glass door he crept inside the quiet room as his long coat clacked, while the rest of the jury clad in suits, comprising of six men who posed as his bodyguards were actually skillfully trained henchmen. 

Ekai's self questioning held immense pain as if he was shocked and aggrieved that Aysel Saat aka Kazen MacNarma actually forgot him. Although he was uncertain that she could, perhaps that was the reason because of which he was keeping a tab on her via her work.

He strode straight towards the full wall window which gave him access to the whole city, the tallest building was soaring but the owner felt himself lost. 

'I'm not certain whether you really not remember me or you are pretending, but I will make sure that you will fall in love with me again.'

The devil had made up his mind to conquer what was initially his; Aysel's heart. Perhaps that was the reason he deliberately created the atmosphere to scare off Owen and to confuse Aysel, forcing her to question her true feelings the man satiated his jealousy!

'No one can steal you from me. No one. I will shake up the whole Europe turning everything upside down to have you, Kazen!'

Well, that was perhaps not a hollow boasting because he was capable of doing so.

The only name who was holding the greater part of Europe including Eastern, western and Northern territories_ Ekai Enzo Enrique. The mafia Lord was no ordinary man, he was unapproachable and unpredictable but perhaps not undefeated; because Kazen MacNarma aka Aysel Saat was capable of conquering his heart.

Europe's richest living man, who had remained low key and was rumoured with every possible worst theory, was tamed by one woman who happened to be someone else's fiancee! 

'Now that you are working here under my nose, I will visit the corp frequently to win you back.'

An evil smirk appeared on his face as the man came up with his decision to win over that unparalleled beauty.

'Erm, no. It will take much longer than the required time, I have to mold the circumstances to get you work by my side. This way I will get more chances to spend time with her before she again takes interest in some other di*khead.'

Well the reference seemed to be harsh that even the thought of Owen hitting on his woman left a bitter taste in his mouth. Sure enough the sly man was playing with everyone's fears and minds, but he had acknowledged it clearly that Kazen MacNarma was not an easy woman to manipulate. 

The innocent looking woman was no angel, Kazen MacNarma was a stubborn lady with a passionate nature and strong headed personality. If Ekai Enzo Enrique was a living devil on the earth then it wouldn't be wrong to entitle Kazen as his perfect better half, because she was the lasy boss_ a destructive yet tempting demoness!

The mafia king walked up to his table and threw himself in the swiveled chair, placing his arms on the armrest he tucked his head against the chair and inhaled sharply. 

Numerous schemes occupied his mind that he had to execute a plan soon to win the woman, Ekai's brain was terribly occupied when the knock on the glass door snagged his attention. The man immediately jerked off all the thoughts and with his eyes closed, a lopsided grin appeared on his devilishly handsome face. 

No doubt he knew the person who was outside, there was only that single wall between them both.