All Chapters of HIS FATAL SHADES (BOOK-TWO): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Protection. “Your papa is not here anymore. Is he?” His eyes were cruel and cold. “Nor do I see your uncle here to protect you. Or is he?” His stance remained as stoic as a cool iceberg. “If you were so protected like you claimed, how come you're here with me then?” Eyes were so cold that I couldn't see any warmth in them or the emotions such as empathy that should be present in human beings for other people: compassion. He lacked compassion. I was suddenly struck by the realisation. And his unreadable emotions had me awash with disbelief. I felt small at the intensity of his stare. Even when in a sitting pose, he seemed huge, bulky, and taller. I chewed my lower lip after downcasting my eyes onto the open buttons of his white shirt. He had accomplished his motive by making a point there. Didn't he? Because his words weren't untrue. I had no answer to those questions. Filled with angry tears, I clenched my hands into fists. He hummed before taking a firm grip on my small-fisted han

Big brother, is he?“This isn't fair.” Anger gnawed inside my chest."And don't even for a moment think I am not your friend. I am!” Holding my hands in hers forcibly, she argued with conviction as she cut in. “Are you?” My eyes met hers.“You only have to feel it to see it." Squeezing my hand gently, she nodded with a certain sadness on her face. “No matter what, you'll always find me by your side.”My eyes veered downcast at her response. No one was going to tell me. Was there? “You are just placating me, Sabba.”“I- I am not.”Sighing in defeat, I withdrew my hand from hers again, which she had taken hold of. “If you really were, you would have told me the truthful reason for us being here.” I gulped. “Do you really think it's fair to me?”I was tired of the half-truths I had been told to believe. I wanted the answers. I needed the answers. The real ones. Not the ones that were perhaps made to placate me. "You are kept here for safety purposes, Radhika. You both are," she said b

21— Bonding memories.“A human mind is the strongest invincible weapon above all which could only be destroyed by itself.”— Saumya TripathiThe Khan clan is one of the few powerfully strongest hierarchically structured families in the entire cosmos, standing proud, determined, and invincible with every cell in their body. Having accustomed to not bending their knees for anyone in any circumstance, given in any situation, they gain influential respect over the years from the people of cities, nations, and countries. They were more often called the “man of honor.”Speaking of which, not only just countries that appeared to have been under their thumb, they were the ones known to be running the continents as well. Led by just one merciless, ruthless, and most feared person: Shreyaaz Ahmed Khan, the godfather; businessman and strategist. The only man across the entire root of the Mafia world who held the position of control of power and respect within the palm of the same hand. Holding t

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

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