NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 321 : Mesmerised
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The prolonged blare of the car horn echoed through the night, a piercing call that grabbed the attention of the camp's security detail. Urgent footsteps approached, and two guards emerged with guns at the ready, their faces etched with a mixture of irritation and vigilance.
Das, sitting in his car, didn't waver as he gazed intently at the prone figure of Faruk's injured son on the ground inside a tent. The scene was disconcerting, the young man's body marred by wounds and his clothes soaked with blood.
Employing his unique special vision, Das delved deeper, confirming that despite the injuries, Sana's brother still clung to life. A complex blend of relief and concern washed over him. His attention, however, was soon redirected as a guard, dressed in the unmistakable attire of a mercenary, approached. The man's gun pointed squarely at Das, a tangible threat underscoring his words.
"Leave now if you value your life," the mercenary's voice held an edge, a stark warning punctuating the air. In response, Das turned his gaze towards the guard, his eyes unwavering and resolute. In that silent exchange, a determination blazed, a stance that he wouldn't be deterred.
The atmosphere grew taut, heavy with a charged energy. The injured figure, the tense security personnel, and Das's unyielding stance all converged in a silent confrontation, a clash of intentions that held the power to shape the events to come. As the seconds ticked by, the delicate balance teetered, waiting for the first move that would set the course for the unfolding encounter.
After a brief silence, Das calmed down his anger and started talking with the security. Read exclusive content at My Virtual Library Empire
"Go and tell your boss that, Mohan Das, the Ruler of Mumbai is here. What you guys abducted is just one of my underlings."
Das's words hung in the air, shattering the brief silence that followed his assertion. The security guards exchanged uncertain glances, their guns still pointed, their skepticism evident.
One guard finally broke the silence, his voice tinged with disbelief, " Are you really Mohan Das? The person who legalised Mafia in this city?"
Das's gaze remained fixed, his expression unyielding. "Yes," he confirmed, his voice steady. "Now, go and inform your boss."
A hushed conversation ensued between the guards, their voices hushed yet urgent. Their disbelief wavered, giving way to a dawning realisation that the unassuming man before them might indeed be the powerful figure he claimed to be.
"Why are you here?" the second guard demanded, his voice edged with suspicion.
Das's response was resolute, "That's for your boss to know. Just inform her."
The guards exchanged another look, their uncertainty now mingled with a growing sense of unease.
"Is it really you?" one of them questioned, his voice betraying a trace of doubt. They never expected Mohan Das to be a young man in twenties. That is they are asking the same question again and again as they don't want to get punished by Sophia for misjudging a person.
Das's gaze didn't waver. "Believe what you want. Just pass the message," he reiterated.
With that, Das turned his head away, leaving the guards to grapple with the weight of his presence. The guards hurriedly moved to relay the unexpected visitor's message to their boss Sophia.
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Inside a well-equipped, technologically advanced army camp, where modernity and comfort seamlessly merged, Sophia revelled in a rare moment of intimacy with her two husbands.
Their surroundings exuded opulence, a stark contrast to the gritty world outside. Laughter and whispered endearments filled the air, painting a picture of intimacy against the backdrop of their private tent.
However, this tranquillity was abruptly shattered as the third husband entered, his demeanour grave. The atmosphere shifted, and Sophia's partners were pushed aside with a flicker of annoyance. Her impatience was evident as she demanded, "What is it?"
Breaking the news, the third husband's voice bore an undertone of seriousness, "The real ruler of this city is waiting at the entrance of our camp."
Sophia's countenance darkened with surprise. The unexpected presence of the true power figure in the city disrupted her cherished moments. A contemplative "Hmmhh…" escaped her lips, revealing her annoyance in the form of a loud smirk.
"Why is he here?" she inquired, a mix of curiosity and impatience in her tone.
"He mentioned that he wants to meet you," her husband replied, his voice measured and controlled.
Sophia's forehead creased as she processed the information. The puzzle pieces were rearranging in her mind, trying to form a clear picture. "And what's his reason for this sudden visit?" she pressed further, seeking answers.
"He stated that he came to retrieve the man we abducted earlier today," the husband elucidated, his expression unreadable.
A mixture of astonishment and bewilderment coloured Sophia's features. She hadn't anticipated that Das, the enigmatic ruler of the city, would personally grace their camp for the sake of a subordinate.
Confusion danced in her eyes, a reaction to the audacity and unexpected nature of Das's visit. As her mind whirred, a single incredulous word escaped her lips, "What?!... Is he an Idiot. He came to enemy camp just for an underling. Did he lost his mind?" Sophia uttered in a confused tone.
Then what should we do madam? Should I send him away? The third husband asked in a polite tone.
The third husband's query hung in the air, a sense of uncertainty accompanying his words. Sophia, however, didn't hesitate to voice her thoughts, her tone laced with a mix of frustration and calculation. "Send him away? No… no… Why would we kick this Golden duck" she replied dismissively, her tone indicating that such a notion was out of the question.
"Why would we shoo away a gift horse that's come trotting into our camp all on its own?"
The implications of Das's visit weren't lost on Sophia, her mind working rapidly to assess the situation. "It's easier to seize this opportunity and claim the city now, rather than bending that spineless prick we kidnaped... taming this brainless dog will be more useful." she continued, her words oozing with a cold determination.
"Melding this brainless cur into our favour would serve us better in the long run."
A conflicting perspective was presented by the first husband, his words tinged with caution. "Madam, young master Luis advised us not to take action against the city head until he gives the green light."
Sophia's response was tinged with skepticism and contempt for the younger master. "Luis? He's a mere decoration, with as much power as a peacock's feather. His existence is limited to serving his desires." She paused, her eyes gleaming with ambition.
"We need to strike while the iron is hot. Show me the CCTV footage of the entrance gate; I want to see the face of this hapless duck."
Without delay, the third husband retrieved a tablet, deftly unfolding it and activating the screen. Sophia leaned in, her gaze fixed on the images coming to life. The crisp image of Das within the Range Rover appeared, his presence palpable even through the screen.
The faintest hint of a smirk curled on Sophia's lips as she took in the sight, her mind already churning with schemes and strategies.
As Sophia's gaze remained locked onto the tablet screen, her expression underwent an abrupt transformation. The once playful countenance and air of arrogance shifted drastically, replaced by a stark contrast. The sight of Das's serious visage, his features chiselled and alluring, drew her in unexpectedly.
The most captivating of all were his crimson red eyes, which seemed to pierce through the screen and ensnare her attention.
Mesmerised, Sophia found herself lost in the depths of those penetrating eyes, her initial pride giving way to a sudden infatuation. She remained transfixed on his image, her thoughts trailing in a direction she hadn't anticipated. It was as if an inexplicable pull had captivated her, and in that moment, her demeanour had shifted from commanding to captivated.
The third husband's voice cut through the silence, breaking Sophia's enchantment. "Madam, what happened?" he asked, his skepticism evident. The inquiry managed to snap her out of her reverie, but the spell of Das's image lingered in her mind.
Quickly regaining her composure, Sophia redirected her attention. Her thoughts shifted from the image on the tablet to practical considerations. "Bring him here," she instructed with a renewed focus. "I want to meet him in person. And ensure that we extend a warm welcome. No disrespect."
With a determined resolve, Sophia rose from her seat, her intentions clear. She proceeded to change into a new, extravagant outfit, selecting each garment with care. The mirror reflected her transformation, her countenance now emanating a controlled allure that mirrored her strategic mindset.
The thoughts of the mysterious man in the image continued to linger in her mind, his presence and purpose rousing both curiosity and anticipation.