Teaser

3 years ago

Elvish_Hobbit

@Elvish_Hobbit

Silence adorned the huge chambers, periodically broken by the unfurling snowy drapes as the cool breeze simpered its way through the open windows.

The quiet atmosphere was suddenly torn apart by a loud snap!

The huge double doors opened and in stepped a man dressed in a white dapper suit. The tightly stretched suit on his shoulders gave an inkling of his lean but muscular frame, also giving an impression of a lethal predator which moved with a Panther-like grace.

A step at his own rhythm, he stalked to the middle of the room where stood the only object excluding him in the otherwise empty room. Without any speck of hesitation he pulled down the cloth covering the structure.

White met his glinting eyes. He smiled.

"You don't understand," she burst out, pulling herself free from the hands trying to steer her out of the office. She took a step forward, staggering on her feet, eyes red and swollen, hairs in disarray.

"Madam, plea-"

"Enough is enough! Don't bother spitting those slimy laws and annexure. I don't care." She took a gulp of air, trying and failing to keep her tears at bay. She looked around at the people in front of her. The very people who had promised to stand by her father from the very start to the end.

Promises they had made, more fake never existed.

"Today, when he is unable to act to protect himself, to defend his rights, you all are trying to shift all the blame to my father and are trying to get out scot free. Liars, that's what you all are. COWARDS! CHEATS!"

A man in the very back sighed. "It is only with due respect to your father, that we are tolerating your silly tantrums. But I do believe the patience limit has been breached. Whatever you want to prove, go do it in the court. But till then...SECURITY! Take her away!"

Immediately hard hands clasped her upper arms and dragged her out to the exit of the office. She stumbled out and fell to the ground as she was pushed out none too gently.

The gravel met her mouth as she stayed there lying limply.

His fingers danced across the keys. The sounds increased in tempo rising higher and higher till his fingers were a literal blur.

The tone it wove was dark and heavy, a piece definitely not meant for entertainment.

It spoke of betrayal, of hatred and painted a tale of unmatched woe. Amidst all a lighter tone followed the darker one, speaking of a need, a longing so fierce that even heavens would burn in tandem.

He slammed his left hand on the chords and his right hand started alternately pressing two patterns. And all of a sudden he stopped.

Footsteps stopped behind him.

"It has begun."

His fingers ghosted over the keys.

"What about her?" he spoke softly.

Another man in dressed in black, in direct contrast to the former, placed himself right in front of him.

"She is on the way. Very soon she will be right where you wanted her to be."

The pianist slowly looked up at him and smirked.

"Good work, Puneet."

For some reason Puneet suddenly felt that this was all too calm, the calm right before a storm.

--Niki