Delhi:
A man in his 40s sat in the front seat in the court like a king. Whatever was going on around him was not affecting him at all. He had one leg resting on the other in a posh.
His men in black stood behind him like his armoured guards. That man was sitting, knowing well what was going to happen.
And he was not a saint to be proven innocent, but beyond the worst nightmare of people.
That's when the judge announced with a rap of his gavel. "Mr. Dev Aggarwal has been proven innocent of the charges levelled against him."
Upon hearing that sentence, a man who was no one but Dev himself smiled cruelly. He stared at the man before him, who was handcuffed and also being dragged by some police. And that man was his opponent in politics.
Dev stood up from his chair and strolled out of the court, putting on his sunglasses as if he had won a battle. And his men trailed behind him like dogs.
His every step held power, authority, and something dangerous that scared everyone who was trying to stand against him. He walked like he owned the place. And he fucking DID!
THE POWERFUL C.M. OF DELHI – DEV AGGARWAL!
Then a lawyer and a man came to him. Dev stopped and smirked at him. He pocketed his hands in his jeans. Then, in that commanding tone, he spoke
"I hope tum logo ko koi zyada takleef nahi hui mere case ko lekar". And they were his men. Both smiled in response and shook their heads with an amusing laugh.
Then one of them said. "Kamal karte hai aap bhi, Mantri sahab. Sahi KO galat kar dete ho, aur galat KO sahi thehrane par majboor kar dete ho."
Then a lawyer spoke. And the gesture was clear that he was talking about the case they just won illegally, maybe or maybe not?
"And this case was not so difficult to handle, by the way. I hope you're ready for the main adventure of your..." he stopped mid-sentence when Dev motioned him to.
Dev's expression didn't change. Because he knew very well who he was talking about. In response, he let out a mocking laugh and walked away from there without uttering a single word to them.
And this is who he really was. DEV AGGARWAL. Never spoke when words were needless and even when they were needed.
A villain. Or precisely, to be said. Daddy material of his generation.
BANGALORE:
A man loathed in blood emerged from the bathroom. He was not only bathed in his own blood but also in others'. But who?
'Maybe a shadow of a human who lived in a living world but away from people.
That man entered his room and stood under the cold water that cascaded down his body.
Everything around him was dark, including his eyes. But more than that, there was a tattoo over his left muscular chest which glinted under the splashing water.
That tattoo was not clear, but it seemed like it was his possession.
The weather outside was chilling with heavy rain. But the man under the shower was unaffected. Even by the cool water that cleansed his body.
His eyes were closed, and something in him felt real, but soon it was replaced by the hardness of his muscles.
Then his eyes snapped open, hearing the ring of his phone. He turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around his hips. Without a care to dry his hair, he walked out. His hair dripped with water along with his movements.
He picked up his phone, received the call, and connected the phone to his ear before letting out the words in his deep, low, and husky tone.
"Hmmm!"
On the other side, whatever the person had said had not affected him even a little, but darkness in his eyes remained. Neither they grew nor did they shrink.
Throughout the call, he said nothing but just hummed. Even at the end, he just hummed and cut the call. Beads of water dripped down his damp hair. But he didn't wipe them off. He stood in the darkness, gazing down at the city through the glass. Below, the city lay engulfed in the night and its raw fury – lightning flaring, thunder rumbling, rain pouring relentlessly.
For mere seconds, his frame was reflected in the mirror as the lightning flared, and in that harsh light, he looked no less than a monster; or rather, he resembled a wet and monstrous figure out of a girl's nightmare.
In that moment, a huge and loud lightning flashed, making his face glow under the ember of the cigarette he lit. And in that moment, one secret was revealed.
The tattoo!
And that black ink glinted at the flashlight like a wraith of light. The beam revealed its hidden mark. Above his chest, it burned, it grew, and thunder answered, rumbling once again– "77".
Several mysteries and the depth of silent growth within. Etched deep and bold into his skin.
Without a care in the world, he blew out the smoke and smiled psychotically, gazing at the tattoo in the mirror. Then his deep and husky rumble rose through his chest as he spoke.
"Let the game commence. I dictate its laws, shape its moves, and in the end, the crown answers only to me."
He tilted his head toward the ceiling, exhaling a plume of smoke. Thunder rolled its restless hymn again, lightning flashing in quick succession, and in that brief blaze of light, a raw reflection lingered in the expansive ceiling mirrors — ZAYNE SHAH!
And with that, deeper truths were EXPOSED!
To Be Continued....
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