*** ZAVIYAAR SHEIKH ***
Ah, how pathetic but then again, what else one can expect from a person who was abandoned by her own parents?
Obviously she would cling onto any source of life.
Even if it means taking words I didn’t remember speaking to her heart.
“Tsk, nuisance.”
Scoffing under my breath, I leaned back on the bench, taking out my cigar and lighting it up to indulge in solitude. There was some time for the person I was waiting for to come out anyways.
It was truly fate. I didn't come to see her, I came for another person. Coincidence that I found my fangirl.
“Are you sure it was this institute?” I asked coldly, glancing at Hashir who stopped before me.
“Yes, Boss.” He nodded, turning his head in the other direction and coming back to me with discontent plastered on his face.
“What?”
“Why are you wasting your time on that woman's useless talk? Countless people consider you as their savior anyways.” He sighed in disappointment.
“Hmm, I know. I was only testing her if she knows anything, she doesn't.” I hummed, letting out a ring of smoke.
I couldn’t care less about a measly woman like her. I had no concerns or needs towards her, yet.
“How can you be sure? Women like her are skilled in faking and manipulation. She must be acting.” He muttered.
Releasing a low, dark chuckle, I furrowed my eyebrows at my man’s innocent words to perceive a girl like her could defeat me.
“Do you think she can manipulate me? She was not lying. Leave the woman. Keep an eye only on her lover for now.”
Ordering, I finished my smoke, rising from the bench and resting my hands in my pockets with an assertive posture.
“Yes, Boss.”
“Let’s deal with his useless plotting first. Bring him to the dungeon tonight. He needs to learn a lesson.”
Exhaling, I rubbed my temples and walked away with a serious order which brought an atrocious smirk on his face, knowing me too well.
“Yes.”
Later that night, we were in my domain, to my place where I teach those who tried to double cross a lesson, a lesson they would never forget.
Tapping my iron rod on the ground, I entered with the sound of my footsteps echoing in the dungeon.
Watching my prey on his knees with his hands tied behind his back, a brave expression plastered on his face followed by his useless shouting which no one was going to hear.
“What do you guys want?! Why am I here? Let me go!”
Releasing a low, tempting chuckle, I stopped before him. Putting the rod over his shoulder, curling my lips in a deadly smirk.
“Well, well, we have found a rebel.” My deep tone came, narrowing my eyes on him.
“I fucking knew it…” He growled, endeavoring fruitlessly to break free but that didn’t help him at all.
‘Not afraid? Impressive.’ I smirked at his unwavering glare, losing his breaths but not bowing.
“You won't get away with this acting, Zaviyaar Sheikh. This world will know. Those charity trusts which you have made with your bloody corrupted money. People will know!” He yelled.
“And who is going to tell them? You? How?” I mocked, pulling away from him, arching an eyebrow as he had no idea how worse or horrible I could become.
Putting my hand on my side, I curled my lips downwards, shaking my head in disappointment. My poor prey thought he got away but not too easily.
“Asim, I knew something was wrong the moment you saw my bloody shoes and didn't ask. I knew you were keeping an eye on my activities. And for what? Expose me?”
Leaning forward, I rested my hand on his shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze, warning him, “Why man? Here I am, spreading happiness in people, saving their lives and you are stealing it from them.”
“People don't need your black money! They don't need mercy from a man of blood!- Ah!!”
In the end, his mindless display of bravery infuriated me. He had no idea where he got stuck and growling, I hit his sides with the rod to teach him a lesson.
“Watch your tone with me,”
Kicking him down on the ground, I began to hit him with the iron rod. Injured his body until it satisfied me.
“AHH!!”
After beating his body for a while, I put my foot over his neck as bruises began to form over his body along with blood flowing from his nose and mouth.
“What happened to that tongue now, huh?” I scowled, pressing my foot harder on his broken arm.
“Ahhh!!”
Oh, now he whimpered in pain when his body experienced intense pain.
“Be grateful I am in a delightful mood today or else I would have cut off this tongue.” Hissing, I grabbed a fistful of his hair, forcing him to stare back into my deadpan eyes.
“I am.. not afraid of you.” He looked dead into my eyes, hissing back.
And my, my, still no sign of fear.
Oh, how much I love to induce fright in people like him.
“Vex not, I will make you.”
Smirking at his futile attempt of going against me, I let him go and moved back while pressing the end of the rod on his broken bone, making him scream in inexplicable pain.
“So, why don’t we end you and your whole lineage here?”
Clearing my throat, I extended my other hand where my men dragged his parents inside as I mentally prepared myself for a show.
“Asim!!”