Yet Another Sunset #6 [New Thread Link On Page 1] - Page 60

He blended in the crowd like a simply nobody. Only his thoughts were in tangents and wavelengths so powerfully elated from the normal meters. He took pride in being tagged the 'Invisible Killer' by the Interpol. It was honour to his profession and pride to his personality. But this time, the pride was to take a different disguise. More than a year had gone by and not one of his prey ever lasted a day longer than when he decided it was time. But she did. She kept him in the loop yet so far that he was still hunting way after way to reach her and satisfy the last of his flaming fumes. But it wasn't it. She was never the direct enemy. At least in the beginning it wasn't until her feminine charms probed lust in his already dirtied mind. No. It was Armaan in the first place. And somewhere it still remains to be so. He had never known an officer who came close to his circles so much so that the 'Invisibility' in him was shredding its magic. Armaan proved to be his only pain in the ass and how he regretted not having done with him right when he smelt the first of Armaan. But then, there were other things to be handled. Slowly, Armaan reached out onto all his drug groups, his call girl rings and worst of all, the many cold blooded murders that went unheard of. It was like dagger in his heart to even think that Armaan was so close to catching him but he had that little luck to have had a slow escape and then he went into hiding. He did what he knew how to do. Gel in as though he never walked the phase of the earth. He played smartly trying to resurrect the empire he had built for himself; he didn't care about Armaan much even then. It was just the wounded pride and the hefty amounts of money he lost However, it didn't last long. It was as though Armaan knew him in and out and knew exactly what went through his head. Armaan was beginning to be parasite and it got him both panicking as well furious. Armaan was closing his door one by one. It irked him and the anguish to the man to whom he lost everything to be closely followed by a fake accident. Only it was less threatening than fake. Armaan scraped through that with just a fracture in his hand. He was determined that the next time would turn out much more successful. So he played the game the other way round. He changed his priorities. He wanted to get rid of the nasty pest and then think of anything else. That's when he found out about her. Ridhima. In time, he got to know that the only person he truly cared about was her. The not-at-all open and one way affection confused him but it didn't matter to his mission especially because she was in Mumbai and he couldn't risk a journey from London to Mumbai. All it took was that one fault of him trying to contact his brother for help. In between his time to have Armaan out of picture, he had given his brother small duties so that there was something in hand when he was done. His brother was a perfect second man because not many knew of his relatives. Plus, Ben had a clean record in the eye of law; not even a traffic fine against his name. But, that fatal call and transaction had Armaan sniffing once again and how that ended was the last take. Armaan had to shoot Ben in the course of struggle and it was an instant death. And so he lost his only family and everything that gave him power. To a previously lord of underground, the emotion of it all was way too huge and so he decided to get Armaan killed on his insides; just the way he was suffering. He managed to have Armaan suspended but more than that, he was incapable of. Then when Armaan decided to take a long leave and come to Mumbai, he risked it all to reach there. It went well with his plans. He was losing interest in ruling the London underground. To what he heard, the things that happened in Mumbai was attracting him and so with a clever plan of destroying his enemy and rising again, he went on. True, he had gotten lots of opportunities to take Ridhima down. And somewhere even Armaan was taking huge measures to get her caged in protection. However, he wouldn't want to accept it. In his own devilish mind, he wanted Armaan to move through the constant guilt of driving her into danger. How he enjoyed the shock Armaan had in London when he knew that he was eyeing Ridhima. And that joy was exactly that was keeping her at a distance. In his head, he had already fixed the day and date of her death and if possible, even his father and take the kneecaps of Armaan's god damn friends. They never occurred to him to be close to Armaan because he assumed that if he cared, he would have been back in Mumbai a long time back. But now that they were happy to be together, why not. The deeper he went, the stronger his satisfaction. He wanted his revenge to coincide with the day that was going to be back in his reigning throne. And the excitement was truly overwhelming. The day wasn't far, he knew well. With a smirk immersed in pools of cruelty and cunningness, he held her photo. The thought of tasting the delicious her was so inviting that even his favourite scotch seemed pale.

The chapter was needed in my opinion and I am happy with how it turned out. Thank You for the lovely response for previous update. Do keep them coming. It really gets me to open a document and type. Next chapter will have AR. And will try to make it longer and it will definitely come faster.

Loads of love and prayers,

amal.

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PSS : I do not know how to thank you all for loving YAS this much to be around demanding updates every other day. Love ya all <3