Ok, I was telling my soni's that i willn't start another story till my earlier one finishes...But I have this idea and its really making me write this down...so I am all in for it...so it will b a short story...till now, i have planned on 6-7 chaps. lets see where it takes...
..The
Deadly Husband..
Prologue
Taking
long steps, he walked through the huge glassed double doors of one of his
hotel. Two bodyguards were accompanying him at his back with there fully loaded
guns, tucked along with the belts. People moved away from his way, truly
showing the effect he had on them. The receptionist and two bell boys adjusted
there blue and white uniforms perfectly and were stood rooted to their place
with a forced smile. The chocolate brown suit with a white shirt tugged
smoothly in his pants was making him look sophisticated. Their was no tie and
he didn't needed one too. The brown sunglasses placed on his pointed nose were
perfectly hiding the emotions that his deep brown eyes hold within. His lips
twitched in silent recognition of the "Good Morning Sir" he heard
from his employees.
"Manager" One word and everything went silent except the voice of
that fountain that was placed in between the huge lobby, he was standing in. A
small heighten man, perfectly dressed in a fitted suit and white shirt
underneath approached him taking humble steps. "Good Morning Sir" His
voice was shaking and he put forward his hand that holds the key to his
penthouse. One of the bodyguard held the key from his hand and Maan took away
his sunglasses to look at the man. "Bring the audit report for this month
Mr. Prohit...I hope its ready this time" His voice was cold that sent
chills down his spine and gulping down his saliva, Mr. Prohit nodded his head
in approval. "Good...I want you up in 10 minutes" He ordered once
again before he took the lead towards his private elevator that stops straight
at his penthouse that was on the top floor on the magnanimous hotel of 42
stories.
This was Maan Khurrana and his world where no one dare do a thing, without his
consent. He worked hard and really hard to achieve the success. Long 11 years
day and night work, savings, rejections, success, all played a futile role in
making him this man, he was today at the age of 29. After the sad dismissal of
his parents, he took hold of his life, the way he wanted. Many relatives
approached and proposed to took up the responsibility of him and his sister but
Maan knew, all they were after was the small 4 storey hotel, that his father
left behind. He was a loner by nature and so the coldness of his attitude
reflects on his face too but his heart was warm and possessive and the only two
persons who ever dare made place and looked in his heart was his lovely sister Annie
who was 4 years younger to him and was very chirpy. And second, was his long
lost best friend whom he is in search from last 3 years but luck wasn't at his
side.
Getting into his penthouse, he went straight to his built in office room and
took place on the huge lathered chair, placed behind the polished mahogany
desk. He went through few recorded messages first which also included one from Annie.
"Bhaiya, I am out with friends in Blue Moon pub...will be a bit late but
dont worry, Rajesh and Sumit are with me" Annie's voiced boomed in his
ears and he relaxes knowing that his bodyguards, Rajesh and Sumit will take
care of his baby sister. He always let Annie do whatever she wanted. If his
teenage period was snatched by the responsibilities, he didn't want Annie to
miss on it too but then, he was also very protective and certainly had told her
in a discussion till what limit, she is allowed to use her independence.
"Rajat" He addressed one of his bodyguards "You too go to this
pub and make sure that these new boys know their work. No man should touch Annie.
Understood" Rajat nodded and left. "I willn't let anyone do any harm
to Annie ever" He had vowed to his dead parents and he was ready to stick
to his words. In exact 10 minutes, Mr. Prohit was standing infront of him with
the reports. He continuously cleaned his sweaty forehead with a handkerchief.
No one dare make a mistake infront of him. Maan looked down at the file and
then up at Mr. Prohit with an eagle gaze. Mr. Prohit felt his knees shaking
with the intensity. "Sir, anything wrong?" He asked but before Maan
could answer anything, the bell rang up from the table. Maan looked at the
number and quickly picked up the phone. "Hello..." a second silence
before his steal face got a smirk that could kill million with a look.
"You found her" The happiness in his tone was impossible to ignore.
"Where is she?" He asked next. "Found out about her background
as soon as possible. Her marital status. Her education. Her family. Her neighborhood...I
want to know every damn thing" He ordered and the ordered was accepted.
His heart felt a certain kind of bliss as he put the phone down and leaning
back on his chair, thought about her. But he needed to be alone so he quickly
dismissed Mr.Prohit and his other bodyguard. "Close the door at your
back" He closed his eyes and then heard a silent click and an image of a
14 year old girl flashed infront of his eyes. Laughing, full of life, energetic
girl, who so unknown to her have made a permanent mark in his heart.
"You will be mine...Just mine" He whispered with a smile. "No
matter what do you do, where you are, you are married or single, you belong to
me... just me...and I will look upto it" He promised himself. World and
fate has snatched so much from him till now and now it was his turn to get back
everything. When the first thing was money, second was power, he knew if he had
these two things, he will surly get the third thing, he had aimed. HER.
INDEX
Here
is the prologue. Do tell how you think about it.
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Ana
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