Chapter 35
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Dhira stormed into Shivam's room with the bloody earring. He was playing a game on his phone and jumped up in surprise to see Dhira. His phone fell and cracked. He opened his mouth to complain but before he could, Dhira shoved an earring in his face. He looked at it and saw blood on it. He looked at Dhira in confusion as he couldn't understand what this meant.
"This is Priya's. That b*tch drugged Puppy on the quiz and pushed her down the stairs too."
"What? But why?" Shivam asked. Dhira had mentioned before that she was suspicious of Priya but they could never find out her motives.
"She likes that asshole Vikram and is jealous. And guess who she asked for help?"
"Divya" he already knew about the argument between Visha and her regarding the competition. So he could guess these two would join forces. He looked at Dhira to guess her next move as she stood there smiling. This confused him even more. She was definitely furious, but now that she had the culprits even he couldn't predict her actions, after being with her all these years.
"Let's pay a visit to my younger sister tomorrow." she said as an evil grin appeared on her face. Shivam shuddered as he knew that Dhira must have something planned in her mind. And knowing her, it wouldn't be about getting justice.
***
A man rushed through the corridor of an old building in the dark night. From outside, it looked abandoned but no one knew that it was infact a base for a syndicate. It was difficult to imagine because of the rundown state of the building. It had a dense forest around it for a few kilometers and hence a secure place for their illegal activities.
The man opened an old wooden door to a room in the corridor and stopped for things to finish. He didn't want to interrupt them. There were five heavy men taking turns to beat a man while another man in a white suit was sitting on a chair enjoying the show.
The man couldn't bear anymore pain and somehow managed to rush to the man in the chair. He started begging him to be forgiven. He knew that man was the Boss. He scoffed at his bloody swollen face and kicked him aside. He looked at his men and then pointed to the bloody man who couldn't even get up anymore. The men nodded and started beating him up again. There were sounds of a few bones cracking and the men vomited blood.
The boss then held up his hand and the men stopped. He went to the crying man and bent to observe him. It seemed he was finally content by his pitiful state.
"I might let you live but I have no guarantee that you won't go against me again." he shrugged his shoulders and turned away. The men nodded and were about to go at him again when he yelled out to their boss.
"I'll give you anything you want. Please." and spat out more blood. He really was ready to give up everything. He could feel that his ribs were already broken and won't be able to survive another round of their tortures.
Their Boss turned around with an evil grin.
"I heard your daughter just turned 15 and is quite beautiful."
The man's heart started throbbing as he heard that. He was well aware of their identity. They had numerous brothels across the globe. He could never imagine giving his daughter to such a man.
"Please, Davar. She is just a little girl." and he started crying.
"Don't worry. I wont send her to one of the houses till she is a legal adult. I don't want to end up in jail." Davar chuckled as he said that.
The man kept on breathing heavy and sobbing without a word. This started to annoy Davar as his face started twitching and he gave into his anger. He went up to the man and kicked his stomach.
"I don't have all day." he yelled, "It's either you or her. Decide."
The man sobbed and nodded as he wiped away his tears. He treasured his daughter a lot but not more than his life. Davar smiled as he saw the man submitting to him and felt proud. This was the man who had decided to give a statement against him not too long ago. But he had no idea the people he went to, were his men in the system.
Two of his men went and picked up the man to be treated and then took him away. They will be getting his daughter after they dropped him back. Once the man who had rushed in saw it being wrapped up, he hurried to Davar and gave him an envelope.
Davar took the black envelope with a golden seal on it. The seal had three. "Bhairavi" he mumbled before opening it. It was a warning for them to stop their illegal activities immediately or suffer punishment for breaking the rules. He knew their power and the zero chance he had against them if Rajesh was still leading. But it was signed by the heir he knew nothing about. Just what would a little girl do against criminals? Cry for help maybe. He laughed as he ripped the letter and threw it away.
***
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Dhira stormed into Shivam's room with the bloody earring. He was playing a game on his phone and jumped up in surprise to see Dhira. His phone fell and cracked. He opened his mouth to complain but before he could, Dhira shoved an earring in his face. He looked at it and saw blood on it. He looked at Dhira in confusion as he couldn't understand what this meant.
"This is Priya's. That b*tch drugged Puppy on the quiz and pushed her down the stairs too."
"What? But why?" Shivam asked. Dhira had mentioned before that she was suspicious of Priya but they could never find out her motives.
"She likes that asshole Vikram and is jealous. And guess who she asked for help?"
"Divya" he already knew about the argument between Visha and her regarding the competition. So he could guess these two would join forces. He looked at Dhira to guess her next move as she stood there smiling. This confused him even more. She was definitely furious, but now that she had the culprits even he couldn't predict her actions, after being with her all these years.
"Let's pay a visit to my younger sister tomorrow." she said as an evil grin appeared on her face. Shivam shuddered as he knew that Dhira must have something planned in her mind. And knowing her, it wouldn't be about getting justice.
***
A man rushed through the corridor of an old building in the dark night. From outside, it looked abandoned but no one knew that it was infact a base for a syndicate. It was difficult to imagine because of the rundown state of the building. It had a dense forest around it for a few kilometers and hence a secure place for their illegal activities.
The man opened an old wooden door to a room in the corridor and stopped for things to finish. He didn't want to interrupt them. There were five heavy men taking turns to beat a man while another man in a white suit was sitting on a chair enjoying the show.
The man couldn't bear anymore pain and somehow managed to rush to the man in the chair. He started begging him to be forgiven. He knew that man was the Boss. He scoffed at his bloody swollen face and kicked him aside. He looked at his men and then pointed to the bloody man who couldn't even get up anymore. The men nodded and started beating him up again. There were sounds of a few bones cracking and the men vomited blood.
The boss then held up his hand and the men stopped. He went to the crying man and bent to observe him. It seemed he was finally content by his pitiful state.
"I might let you live but I have no guarantee that you won't go against me again." he shrugged his shoulders and turned away. The men nodded and were about to go at him again when he yelled out to their boss.
"I'll give you anything you want. Please." and spat out more blood. He really was ready to give up everything. He could feel that his ribs were already broken and won't be able to survive another round of their tortures.
Their Boss turned around with an evil grin.
"I heard your daughter just turned 15 and is quite beautiful."
The man's heart started throbbing as he heard that. He was well aware of their identity. They had numerous brothels across the globe. He could never imagine giving his daughter to such a man.
"Please, Davar. She is just a little girl." and he started crying.
"Don't worry. I wont send her to one of the houses till she is a legal adult. I don't want to end up in jail." Davar chuckled as he said that.
The man kept on breathing heavy and sobbing without a word. This started to annoy Davar as his face started twitching and he gave into his anger. He went up to the man and kicked his stomach.
"I don't have all day." he yelled, "It's either you or her. Decide."
The man sobbed and nodded as he wiped away his tears. He treasured his daughter a lot but not more than his life. Davar smiled as he saw the man submitting to him and felt proud. This was the man who had decided to give a statement against him not too long ago. But he had no idea the people he went to, were his men in the system.
Two of his men went and picked up the man to be treated and then took him away. They will be getting his daughter after they dropped him back. Once the man who had rushed in saw it being wrapped up, he hurried to Davar and gave him an envelope.
Davar took the black envelope with a golden seal on it. The seal had three. "Bhairavi" he mumbled before opening it. It was a warning for them to stop their illegal activities immediately or suffer punishment for breaking the rules. He knew their power and the zero chance he had against them if Rajesh was still leading. But it was signed by the heir he knew nothing about. Just what would a little girl do against criminals? Cry for help maybe. He laughed as he ripped the letter and threw it away.
***
Dhira stormed into Shivam's room with the bloody earring. He was playing a game on his phone and jumped up in surprise to see Dhira. His phone fell and cracked. He opened his mouth to complain but before he could, Dhira shoved an earring in his face. He looked at it and saw blood on it. He looked at Dhira in confusion as he couldn't understand what this meant. "This is Priya's. That b*tch drugged Puppy on the quiz and pushed her down the stairs too." "What? But why?" Shivam asked. Dhira had mentioned before that she was suspicious of Priya but they could never find out her motives. "She likes that asshole Vikram and is jealous. And guess who she asked for help?" "Divya" he already knew about the argument between Visha and her regarding the competition. So he could guess these two would join forces. He looked at Dhira to guess her next move as she stood there smiling. This confused him even more. She was definitely furious, but now that she had the culprits even he couldn't predict her actions, after being with her all these years. "Let's pay a visit to my younger sister tomorrow." she said as an evil grin appeared on her face. Shivam shuddered as he knew that Dhira must have something planned in her mind. And knowing her, it wouldn't be about getting justice. *** A man rushed through the corridor of an old building in the dark night. From outside, it looked abandoned but no one knew that it was infact a base for a syndicate. It was difficult to imagine because of the rundown state of the building. It had a dense forest around it for a few kilometers and hence a secure place for their illegal activities. The man opened an old wooden door to a room in the corridor and stopped for things to finish. He didn't want to interrupt them. There were five heavy men taking turns to beat a man while another man in a white suit was sitting on a chair enjoying the show. The man couldn't bear anymore pain and somehow managed to rush to the man in the chair. He started begging him to be forgiven. He knew that man was the Boss. He scoffed at his bloody swollen face and kicked him aside. He looked at his men and then pointed to the bloody man who couldn't even get up anymore. The men nodded and started beating him up again. There were sounds of a few bones cracking and the men vomited blood. The boss then held up his hand and the men stopped. He went to the crying man and bent to observe him. It seemed he was finally content by his pitiful state. "I might let you live but I have no guarantee that you won't go against me again." he shrugged his shoulders and turned away. The men nodded and were about to go at him again when he yelled out to their boss. "I'll give you anything you want. Please." and spat out more blood. He really was ready to give up everything. He could feel that his ribs were already broken and won't be able to survive another round of their tortures. Their Boss turned around with an evil grin. "I heard your daughter just turned 15 and is quite beautiful." The man's heart started throbbing as he heard that. He was well aware of their identity. They had numerous brothels across the globe. He could never imagine giving his daughter to such a man. "Please, Davar. She is just a little girl." and he started crying. "Don't worry. I wont send her to one of the houses till she is a legal adult. I don't want to end up in jail." Davar chuckled as he said that. The man kept on breathing heavy and sobbing without a word. This started to annoy Davar as his face started twitching and he gave into his anger. He went up to the man and kicked his stomach. "I don't have all day." he yelled, "It's either you or her. Decide." The man sobbed and nodded as he wiped away his tears. He treasured his daughter a lot but not more than his life. Davar smiled as he saw the man submitting to him and felt proud. This was the man who had decided to give a statement against him not too long ago. But he had no idea the people he went to, were his men in the system. Two of his men went and picked up the man to be treated and then took him away. They will be getting his daughter after they dropped him back. Once the man who had rushed in saw it being wrapped up, he hurried to Davar and gave him an envelope. Davar took the black envelope with a golden seal on it. The seal had three. "Bhairavi" he mumbled before opening it. It was a warning for them to stop their illegal activities immediately or suffer punishment for breaking the rules. He knew their power and the zero chance he had against them if Rajesh was still leading. But it was signed by the heir he knew nothing about. Just what would a little girl do against criminals? Cry for help maybe. He laughed as he ripped the letter and threw it away. ***
