Chapter 2

"Boss, another murder," one of his men said and he looked skeptically at the mark, which was tattoed at the dead man's neck.

An eye.

He nodded his head and closed the eyes of the dead body, standing up, he smoothened his clothing.

"Get his funeral done and take his family under our watch," he commanded.

"Yes boss!" the man replied, his fist colliding with his chest.

He looked around his surroundings. They were standing within a forest. He recalled the call he recieved last night and one of his men was begging him to save him but soon he heard the sound a dagger piercing through his body.

He closed his brown eyes, taking a deep breath. His patience was thinning and anger was increasing but he needed to take a hold on himself. Things didn't work for him that way.

His patience was his key, his power, his stregnth. His anger didn't control him, he controlled his anger. He wasn't a mafia don, ruling the underworld since the tender age of eighteen for nothing. He had all those traits which a ruler should possess. Patience and knowing where to show his anger and where not. He took his anger as his enemy and he knew well how to deal with it.

He had a complete control over himself.

"Moosa sir," One of his men called out and he turned around.

"Yes?" he cocked his brow.

"His family has been informed and taken under the care of NGO,"

"Good," he just nodded his head, already knowing how much his subordinate was trying to impress him.

Since past few weeks, mysterious killings of his men and people around the area had started. And his mafia wasn't behind it neither were the rivals otherwise his spies would have informed him. There was someone else behind it who was purposely killing his men, like a serial killer leaving an eye mark on the dead body. He again recalled the eye marks, stressing on his brain but he couldn't recall anything properly. But still, his gut feeling said, he had seen those eyes somewhere.

Sighing, he walked to his car, the leaves crushed under his boots creating a scruching sound in the silent surroundings as he reached his car and began to drive to his home. He wanted to dug deeper into the matter. He couldn't let that vile bastard take away the life of his men just like that. And oh the plans he had fantasized in his mind on getting his hand on that murderer were nearly unexplainable. But one thing was clear, whoever he was, was so cunning because he was making him reach the last point of his patience. Any moment, his anger would explode like fire erupting from volcano, bringing destruction. But he won't let that happen. He knew his anger would bring destruction so it was better to hold it rather than to show it.

His phone rung, breaking his trance and he picked it up after seeing the callers' name.

Irtaza.

"Sup?" he said. His voice was bit off which Irtaza immediately intercepted.

"All good. At your end?" He asked.

"Another man was killed, in the same way, an eye mark carved on his body,"

" I see. It must be your past enemy. Thousand bucks says that,"

"I agree. But who, there could be lots of enemies of us. And intersting fact, I feel like I've seen that eye somewhere,"

"Whoever he is but keep this thing in your mind, make all arrangments to protect your cabinet. Send them a red alert,"

"I already did,"

"And one more thing, forward me the picture of that eye. I need to see, might trigger something in my mind,"

"Will do. You know what I feel like, someone to Solayman must be related to it. As from past, I've had him and just him as my severe enemy. Maybe someone of whose closely related to him," he told his assumption. Solayman was the murderer of his father and then to take his revenge, he murdered him when he was eighteen.

"I was thinking the same. But didn't you kill all of his family?"

"I did. But maybe we might be mistaken. Maybe someone's still left who missed our eyes that day,"

"We'll sit and talk about it. Visit me by next week before my wedding."

"Dang, my boy is getting married," he said jokingly that made him laugh. "Don't be tough on your woman, Irtaza, I know how you married her,"

"We're good,"

"But you don't sound that way. There's something,"

"There is. Come around soon,"

"Okay,"

"But before that I've a task for you,"

"Yeah?"

"I'll send you the map, clear the area for shifting of consignment."

"By when?"

"Tomorrow,"

"Alright."

And then they both hung up the call.

He was Irtaza, his childhood friend more like his brother. He has been with him through his thick and thin, in rain and shine and in good and bad. They were a trio, the third one was Shehryaar. The trio ruled the underworld of Pakistan and Iran and were successfully taking over other areas around that was why their enemies were increasing by leaps and bound and so was their power and money. They were considered as the 'untouchable' in the underworld. One was brain, other was backbone and the third one was heart of the mafia. That's how they worked. United. And often the enemies envied their unitedness, the only reason they were untouchble otherwise their enemies would have long ago taken a control over them.

He reached his mansion as the gates swung open and he drove his car inside, got out and handed the key to one of his guards, asking him to park it in the garage who hurriedly took it, immediately complying.

He went to his mother's room, what he always did whenever he came back home. He clicked the knob and entered, finding her sitting beside Alizeh, his sister as they both were busy staring at the picture of some girls.

"Yes dilawar, place the tea over there," his mother said, her eyes were stilled on the picture and they didn't even notice who entered into the room.

"What you both are doing?" he questioned and their heads snapped up.

"Oh bhai!" Alizeh squealed and walked to him. He held his arms opend for her and she hugged him.

"My beautiful sister," he murmured, kissing on the top of her head and they both pulled away.

She was his only sister, Alizeh who was 22 years old. His princess, whom he has pampered alot.

"What were you both doing?" he asked, sitting on the sofa.

"I've selected a bride for you," his mother apprised and he just let out a scoff.

Marriage?

No way was he going to marry. He has seen many girls in his life, even his mother introduced some to him, some tall, some short, some average and even some the prettiest but his heart didn't stuck at any. His heart was already captured, only she had the ability to pull it strings. Not even once, he felt his heart beating wild whenever he met any of those girls but when he met her, for the first time, it felt like his chest would explode with that foreign feeling.

She was she. And he knew though she can't be his wife but he wanted someone like her. And fate hasn't yet shown someone like her in his life. But still he would wait for a girl like her. Though her place would be secured in his heart for ever.

"Why Moosa? Why you don't want to marry?" his mother asked, worriedly. "I've shown you millions of girls but still you can't find your match?"

"I don't want to talk about it. I'll marry when I want. End of conversation." he told his motherk new the conversation is over but still she tried.

"Son," she called out again.

"Mother stop," he said, his eyes a glare and she didn't insist much. She knew how her son was.

"Bhai you know Irtaza bhai's wedding is coming!" Alizeh excalimed with joy.

"How do you know?"

"Dua told me. Aren't we going?"

"Yeah we are,"

"She invited me to come a week prior to the wedding. She says, she needs help,"

"Fine. You and mother go before a week to wedding. I think its two weeks away,,"

"Yes and I'm excited already! Yay!" she sqeauled with joy that made him chuckle.

"Ah my innocent Alizeh," he muttered.

"My daughter is so innocent," her mother said after seeing Alizeh's reaction and she smiled back at her.

"And brother you look handsome today," she told.

"Hmn. I see. What do you want?" he asked quirking his brows up and she laughed.

"How do you know it brother?!"

"You don't know, its my job to read people. Now tell me what do you want?"

Her smile slightly fall down and she nervously looked up at him.

"Permission," she uttered.

"For?"

"I need to go out today with my... friends,"

"Okay but get back before 11,"

"Brother, make it till 1 please."

"What?" he frowned.

"We all friends have planned it. I'll be late, there's a party at my friend's. Please brother. Allow me till 1," She explained.

"No," he just said.

"Moosa, she'll be back before 1. I vouch that. Its not like that my daughter is involved in boys and she is asking permission fo a date. Its just a get together." his mother interferred.

"She better be that way. And come back before 12. Not a minute up. Your guards will be with you," he told and got up to leave the room.

"Please no guards," Alizeh requested and he looked down at the floor and then turned, looking up at her, his lashes narrowed and she gulped.

"Guards would do," she mumbled, seeing the deadly look in his eyes.

"And remember no boys,"

"You don't need to tell this to my daughter," his mother told him and he just gave a nod.

They both knew, he hasn't allowed Alizeh to have any boyfriend. His warning was just so plain and straight, 'if you don't want me to be a killer of an innocent soul you better don't keep a boyfriend,'

"I know my daughter is best. Not like other girls. She knows how to keep up the dignity of family. My daughter is unique," his mother said proudly to Alizeh who just gave a sheepish smile to her.

Upon reaching his room, he took a shower and then went to built in office. He had a library there as he selected one of the philosophy books which he was reading the other day and continued.

It was odd because people around him say its weird a mafia don, reading philosophy, history and poetry books. He just scoffed at those thoughts and continued reading, according to him books make one wiser.

Life is both sad and solemn. We are led into a wonderful world, we meet one another here, greet each other - and wander together for a brief moment. Then we lose each other and disappear as suddenly and unreasonably as we arrived.

As soon as he went through those lines, he felt it, deep within his beating organ. These lines just defined his life. That sudden lost was not letting him live this sad and solemn life.

She took a part of his soul with her.

As the events of days were making him reminisice her more and more, he closed the book and stood up walking to the safe enclosed in a small cabin which needed a key to be accessed. He opened the lock, coming across the safe and entered the code.

1508

It was the last day when he met her. The day he lost her. Suddenly. Unreasonably.

His eyes settled on the lily shaped clip upon opening the safe. He would fetch it whenever her thoughts would succumb his mind.

It was adorning her hair that day. He had saved it, taking it off her golden brown hair while she laid dead in his arms and then he closed his eyes too, laying his head on her chest. It was all blank after that.

"Nur. Nur-e-man" he whispered to himself before kissing the clip and placing it back in the safe.

(Nur. My light)

Then his eyes fell on the papers. He took them out and gave a read. These were the names of members of his cabinet and their details.

Total of 20 members were included in his cabinet.

The mafia worked in a very systematic way. And these 20 members were assigned on different designation within the mafia. Just like a governor, chief minister, secretary to prime minister etc etc.

They have their own law and order and infrastruture of the government. And interesting fact was that, these 20 members were unknown. To some people they were just like a myth and people considered them an non existent and imaginary. Because no one knew who the were, where they are, what's their job. Like one of the members would be sitting beside someone and he would never know. Even the members themeselves didn't know that who else's a part of cabinet. If two members would be sitting beside each other, then they would never know that they both are part of the same cabinet.

That's how it worked. It was just the boss who knew. No one else.

These 20 members were like the pillars who stood his empire. They were like most loyal dogs to him who would sacrifice their everything for him as they were working under a blood oath. And they all knew, their boss don't take betrayal well. And one reason for they were kept unknown even to each other was that if any one of these would rebel, he'd never be able to reach out to others to stregnthen the commotion against the boss. That was why he was considered as the mafia boss.

He placed the papers back in the safe and locked it. Then went to his room to sleep, tomorrow was a big day, he wanted to clear the coast for a mission.

He closed his amber eyes when once again in a blurred fashion, her innocent brown eyes would stare into his. And then he was drifted into a deep slumber.

Unaware what fate would be holding for him.