The underworld!Spreading out the dark, thick—tall oak door, both the gangsters entered, unsteadily with long strides. With broad shoulders and shades covering their eyes, Uzair walked in with Shameer following behind him. His features were very well-schooled and straight. "Good evening, Godfather!" They wished simultaneously, lowering their necks in respect for the capo dei capi."Regardless, boys! Have a seat, both of you. We have a state of affairs; might I add a very perilous situation on our hands to look over, right now?" The godfather deduced, dismissing any formalities. “The matters seem simple, yet they are not.”"What is it, Godfather?" The underboss asked, face impassive, voice as cold as an iceberg, taking a seat while nodding in the direction of eleven other heads of the Mafias of different countries, seated on the leather-comfortable revolving chairs. When they nodded at him back in respect, he took off his shade. "No formalities, gentlemen." The godfather ordered.He
Fatality. Later on, the room erupted with voices—different accents and kinds of voices—as they swayed to the meeting of their survival and given the mentioned plan. The cold and calculating and intellectual decisions were made, conducting up the gravity of the situation. All the gangsters sat, exhaling the ideas and opinions of their own in the needed war that was going to take place. Perhaps sooner than later, they decided. This deputation was not even close to easy and fun. Notwithstanding, they all would be enjoying it nonetheless, with their derangement gleaming on their faces; it was obvious. They chuckled at their own remarked comment to lessen the tension in the room surrounding them with a gripping hard hand with another certain amount of anxiety and concern.“With anxiety piling up, shall we order some food?” The godfather joked, looking at the serious faces of the younger ones. “I thought you wouldn't ask.”The Godfather nodded at someone standing beside him. With a simpl
The sinner within. “It's been years since the mafia had to be this vicious in order to protect what we love.” “In this room, men who are nothing but ruthless killers capable of creating havoc are looking forward to fighting alongside to save something. We all have that common goal of protecting peace on the continents that makes us all abide by each other. I can't say I am not amused.” Uzair chuckled. “Indeed. Because of the love for the cities, we share the same thought.” “And, of course, everything comes with a prize. It's the path we mafias are accustomed to travelling. It's the only path open to us which is soaked with blood and gore to reach our goals.” “That is something that we are all accustomed to. Aren't we gentlemen?” “Do you even have to spill it out, boy?” Lossi, throwing back his head, laughed. The laugh was chilling, and it boomed in the room as people smirked at it. ×—× Eight straight hours later. The light was muted; mild darkness surrounded the chamber in
22— Calm before the storm. It is true when said: Words are invented to fool people. Isn't it? The truth lies in the eyes. Or they can be deceiving too? Because I think they do, depending upon person to person with the active motive in their heads. — Saumya Tripathi He felt nothing but calmness spreading in his veins as he breathed. There was something akin to peace he identified by being in solitude. Lonely, yes, he was, but engulfed with loneliness? No. He was always a man who loved being in solitude. It gave him a sense of being himself, and that was enough for him to rationalise his thoughts to avoid them going astray. And then there was she, capturing a large part of his thoughts. He chuckled when her small face swept past his mind. “I don't plan on ever letting you go.” It was a promise. The heat in her eyes offered both agony and comfort to him when he imagined her emotions through the vision he had made up in his mind of her. It was both comical as well as ironic watch
The ghost of the past. Respecting the silence in the room, the underboss leaned his head over the chair, closing his eyes to soothe some of the unnerving experiences of the past. His thoughts were both chaotic and calming, both at the same time, just because she was the one owning the most part of it. His little bird, there was an ironic smile displayed on both of his cheeks just by imagining her face. Oh, how he wanted to protect his little one and her innocence despite being the ultimate reason for the chaos. He bit his lips; there was no doubt that he would let anything or anyone harm her in that regard; however, he was afraid of himself more than he was with others. He inhaled. How hard he wanted the accident to not have happened to her in the first place, but alas, it did. If he could, he would have time travelled just to stop her from hurting herself and losing her memories with it. Because if the accident had not happened, everything would have gone smoothly. Opening his ey
A cut deep enough. The quietness in the room was deafening. Only his erratic breathing could be heard in the entire room, which did nothing but worsen his sentiment and elevate his anxiety. The silence seemed to defeat his denial, whatsoever. As he stood there frozen, doing nothing but just watching her with his large, sharp eyes, his mind let him consider the possibilities of pros and cons. With that in mind, he forced his mind to think. Thinking was his forte, and deducing the situation was his calming satisfaction, which he was in need of right away. He didn't dare to dart his eyes away from her small curled-up form even after his ears picked up the movements from outside. They were waiting outside; deep down, he knew, they were giving him time to stomach the gruesome fact. Slightly, moving his ear towards the door to listen, he forced himself to blink when his vision turned heavy with tears. The muffled voices from outside, behind the hospital's closed door, had him coming away
His raging heart. Uzair could hear his heart ringing in his ears. His hands that had stopped shaking began to shake again with sweat. He could feel a headache increasing as the situation settled inside his head. Just by thinking about those uncertainties roaming freely in his head, his mouth went dry. There was an urge in him to drink a lot of water to just wake himself up from such a worse possibility that his mind was brimming. Clutching his chest, he slammed against the wall. No, he could not dare to let his thoughts go astray. He had to get hold of himself! With that determination, he tried breathing out some of the stress from his body. “Nothing would happen to her, uncle. She'll be fine in no time,” he vomited out the words with great difficulty. However, he wasn't able to muster a smile. Shaam watched him with sad eyes and appreciated his courage. “I believe so, son.” “I know so, uncle. We need to have patience.” Shaam wanted to believe the boy, yet in the heart of a fat
A passing moment between two best friends. "Hey, are you doing okay there? You are. Aren't you?” It was more of an answer than a question itself. Shaam straightened his shoulders. Noticing Shaam's guarded expression all too visible on his face, Shrey frowned, and in the next split second he wore an emotionless look in his eyes. One had to stay on guard at all times; he decided, at a time like this, he should be the one to be the guard for him. Because there was something in Shaam's eyes that haunted Shrey just by looking at it. He wasn't himself anymore. “I don't know anything anymore, Shrey.” His tone was full of dejection. He had never seen his childhood friend so afraid before. Not even when they were going through such rigorous and painful past experiences. "Everything's going to be fine, Shaam. We have had situations much worse that we completed separately or together more or less, right? In that period, what did we have in our minds that helped us in moving forward?”“Deter