1. The Charm!

Author's POV 

The loud beats, the smell of intoxicating drinks, the scent and rhythm of beautiful bodies, and his charming smile was the heart of the night.

Many beautiful eyes were on him, roaming on him from his lucious hair to suckable neck and broad chest which is covered in his expensive black shirt, and down the body which will put any Greek god to shame. He was a treat to the eyes.

The glass of Amber liquid swirled in his hands before he graced it down his throat. 

"How was she?"

Yang chuckled beside him. 

Damon smirked. 

"Who?"

"The girl you just fucked in the washroom..."

He laughed while grabbing his drink.

"She is the daughter of the owner of the Corpora Industries... The big whale in the ocean... And you took her in the washroom?"

"Was she?"

He chuckled looking at Yang with his teasing smile. 

"I am women's man, Yang... They come to me, they want me, they get me..."

He clicked glass with him. 

"Women are an incredible thing, soft, delicate, beautiful and fragile... I love to make them feel special..."

He chuckled. 

"I can see that... You fuck every woman who comes to you"

He mocked. 

"Are you jealous that they don't come to you?"

He mocked back. 

Damon smirked when another delicate hand touched his chest.

"Hey, beautiful!"

He wrapped his arm around her waist. Yang raised his eyes knowing that he fucked another girl just few minutes ago.

She looked at him with intoxicated eyes.

"I can't take my eyes off you..."

She roamed her hands on his chest with her sultry voice. 

"Then don't"

Damon played with her hair with a smirk. 

Her heart fluttered at his gentle actions. 

"Told you, they are delicate"

Damon looked at his best friend.

Yang shook his head.

"Not all!.. I just wish that one day you meet the girl who is as hard as rock to break and make you realise that not all girls fall for your charm... I would love to see how you take that..."

He challenged. 

Damon chuckled while caressing the girl in his arms.

"There is no girl who can't fall for my charm, Yang..."

He pulled the girl with him.

"Night is still young, I'll be back"

Yang waited for him to come back and Damon returned after an hour.

"Man whore!"

Yang chuckled at him. 

"Have you ever said no to any woman?"

Damon shrugged and grabbed another drink.

"Who can say no to those beautiful and begging eyes?"

He chuckled.

"Women are things to be worshipped... You can't disrespect them by denying them."

Yang huffed.

"What if one day you see fire in those eyes?"

He laughed at his friend.

"There is no fire which Damon can't control..."

Yang smirked.

"We are not going anywhere, let's see!"

Damon laughed it off and got busy in alluring beauties and soft lips. The girl was busy kissing his neck and he was enjoying it when another delicate hand wrapped around his torso. He smiled and tilted his head back to encourage another beauty. 

He was busy enjoying the night, not realising that heavy and powerful footsteps are approaching him. People stepped back in fear when he approached the VIP section. 

No one dared to resume their activities in his presence as he looked deadly with a serious look in his eyes. 

The girls who literally love to be on Damon's body wouldn't even dare to touch the man who was now standing in the VIP section.

The music stopped with his one warning look and everything went silent. 

Damon's back was facing him but he knows who's the reason behind silence. 

"I knew that one day you would change your mind, Rafael!"

Damon turned around and looked at his brother with a smirk. 

Rafael stared at him with his bossy aura and his eyes slowly traveled to girls who were all over Damon. The girls stepped back in fear as all alcohol drained from the body with just one glance. 

Damon pushed the girls behind his back and looked at Rafael.

"I am coming!"

He knows that Rafael can do anything to announce his presence and he won't like it if he hurts any girl, Damon doesn't like to hurt women.

Rafael smirked at him mischievously and walked away after silent order. 

"I'll be back"

Damon winked at the girls and followed Rafael towards the office of the club. 

When he entered the office, all playfulness was left out and now he is a mafia lord who is equally powerful and lethal as Rafael in his regions. Damon surely knows how to keep his private life separate from his responsibilities. 

Rafael's bodyguard gave Damon a bow of respect and he gave him a nod of acknowledgement. 

"Something wrong?"

He asked as Rafael leaned against his desk while taking off his jacket. 

"We are waiting for Mikhail..."

Rafael answered. 

Damon nodded and sat on the chair. 

"Be careful, you are at the gunpoint of our enemies... I don't want any of your delicate girls to turn to be an assassin and kill my useful brother."

He warned. 

Damon smirked.

"You think it's easy to kill me?"

"Of course not but the way you let women roam around you is crazy... Women are not as delicate as you think, Damon... Watch your back."

He stated. 

Damon chuckled.

"Noted!.. I would love to see the woman you are talking about."

Rafael looked at the door as Mikhail entered. 

"Anything wrong?"

Rafael gestured for him to take a seat beside Damon. 

"You two know why you are here and not someone else"

They both know the hidden meaning behind those words. Their family is crazy and if he trusts anyone from the family then it's Damon and Mikhail. 

"We have established our connection with almost all mafias except a few... Italians are one of them and it's not going to happen so we need to strengthen our connections with others... Mikhail has already done some of his work and you too, Damon... But there is one country where we don't have connections and Italians have..."

"Which country?"

Damon asked. 

"India!"

Mikhail answered his question and Rafael nodded. 

"Italians have influence in northern parts and Americans have connections in southern parts of India and it's a huge territory. They have important cities and we need to do something soon to weaken their influence..."

Rafael informed. 

"What remains for us is West and East... One of us needs to visit India... Let's decide who then I'll discuss what needs to be done."

Mikhail looked at him.

"I am trying to avoid travel out of the country and you exactly know why, Rafael!"

Rafael nodded in understanding.

Damon looked at Rafael.

"And you still have many things to do after becoming the king... Which leaves me as one and only!"

Rafael nodded.

"I trust you with the job... You are the lord of one of the biggest regions, it's time to add more to your victory!"

Damon agreed.

"Fine, I'll go!... What is the plan?"

"Thakurs!"

Rafael declared.

"Thakurs are our keys to enter the Indian market... They have connections to the west and east which solves our problem... They are settled in the outskirts of Kolkata in West Bengal, an orthodox and very traditional family, deeply rooted with their culture..."

Damon sighed, not knowing how he was going to deal with them. 

"You need to win their trust. They are one of the most powerful families..."

"What's the deal?"

He asked. 

"Yashraaj Thakur, the man in his seventies heads the family so you can imagine the thinking and environment in the family... His son who was supposed to inherit everything is paralysed and hospitalized for years... Now the old man's only hope is his grandson Rudra Thakur who is going to inherit everything on behalf of his father but he is still young and Yashraaj wants a powerful Alliance for his grandson so he can stand against their rivals... To our luck, Italians and Americans are with his rivals so we have a great opportunity to use it in our favour..."

Rafael informed. 

"I met the old man at the crown ceremony... He is very much interested in alliance with us..."

"How?"

Damon questioned. 

"Their weapons which enter via borders of West Bengal and Bangladesh are getting looted by Goel family, their rivals from the same city. Goels are growing and becoming a threat for Thakurs... All you need to do is weaken Goels and support Thakurs. They have many warehouses in West Bengal, in partnership with Thakurs... Take over their company shares in exchange for protection... Built trust and enter the market with their support... Thakurs are big names in the Indian market, Damon. We need them!..."

"Okay, got it!... Thakurs will be with us"

He assured.

"I trust you with this, Damon... I want this alliance in any condition!"

Rafael stated. 

"Don't worry..."

Damon smirked.

"You said they are orthodox?"

Rafael nodded.

"Very much!.. That's why I want you to handle the situation very carefully... Don't try your charm on their women, they are very particular about the dignity of their women..."

"I won't be around their women as I am not staying with them"

Damon argued. 

"You are staying with them!"

Rafael declared and Damon frowned. 

"If you want to make them believe in you, believe in us then you have to stay with them... Father has fucked and messed our relationships with many countries, Damon... We need to fix the damage..."

"Don't worry, Rafael..."

Mikhail smirked.

"We know how Damon plays with his emotions and words... He definitely knows how to make people trust him even when they shouldn't... And about women then I think he is women's man, he knows how to treat them gently and women love him..."

Damon smirked at him. 

"You are going to India in the morning, I have already Informed Thakurs about your arrival..."

Rafael smirked at them.

"Let's see how you handle Indian fire."

Damon chuckled.

"There is no fire which has the capability to burn me!"