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Chapter 1

I sat on chair elegantly in my basement. A man is chained on chair, his nose is bleeding. "You devil I never tell you that whom do I work for? Why are you keeping me here? Just kill me and feed my body to your pets." He said and I chuckled. If he steal my things then may be I forgave him but he betrayed me. He worked for me in my business and he stole my upcoming deals pen drive and sold to someone. Now he is not telling me truth.

I have trust issue and I trusted him before joining, he signed a contract. The contract said whenever anyone ever reveal my deals details then they have to die. I hated two person in my life. First who lies to me and second who betray me.

"I am asking you one last time, tell me his name for whom you betray me traitor." I asked and took out gun from my inner pocket. I kept gun between his eyes. "I am telling you kill me because I never tell you." He said and now I am pissed and my head is paining like hell. Fuck. I shot him between his eyes and he groaned in pain. His eyes shut down, his head fell inwards. "Clear this shit and tell everyone if anyone ever tried to betray me then next target will be him." I ordered and threw gun on table and went towards my room.

I came in my room, removed my shirt and headed to bathroom. Hot water ran on my body and my muscles relaxed but even now my head ached. I took shampoo from cabinet and applied on my hair. After showering, I wrapped towel around my waist and came into my room.
I took plain white t shirt and beige colour joggers. These are comfort clothes. While taking white tshirt I remembered my mother whom favourite colour was also white she always said white colour is very pure and gives us peace. It has many specific and different reasons why people choose this colour. I went towards my balcony and sat near railing where I kept plants. It has aerica palm, snake plant, peace lily and crotons. My most favorite is crotons because it has different colours in 1 leaf and each leaf different from others like humans.

Humans has different kinds of personalities some are good and some are evils like me. I chucked dryly at my own thoughts. I watered them and went towards my study room to check some documents.

I was working in my study room, my sister came to me. She is my younger 20 year old baby sister. I love her so much that one scratched on her body boils my blood. "Bhai college community hold a function tomorrow and said to us that we have to bring our family." She said to me and I thought for a while. "You know na baby girl tomorrow a very important client will come here to deal with us. I can't come to that function." I said in soft tone. I saw how her facial expression change after hearing this. She was very small when my mother left us. I took care of her and my little brother Naksh . My father was always busy on business work. He had no time for us.

"Bhai after dad's death, I feels very lonely and suffocated. You always busy on your work but what about me, I also need a family, I want that my old Bhai came back. Please Bhai I need your love and attention. You barely speak to me and you never ask me that how are you doing?" By the time she started crying and I quickly stood from my chair and went towards her.

I consoled her by saying that I will come to her college function. "Really bhai then okay, but please bhai take care of you. Why don't you bring me bhabhi so she will spend time with me and take care of you and chhote bhai?" She asked me hopefully but literally i can't love someone because I can't give her attention and care.

I can never trust anyone because they all break my trust. When I can't trust anyone then how will I love someone? In my business if anyone knows my weakness then they will use against me. "Navya let's have lunch okay babygirl." I said and we went towards dining table. We settled on our seats, navya sat besides me on left side and I am sitting on head chair.

After my dad's death, I took all over his business. He said in his last breath to take care of my siblings and handle both business. I promised him to take care of all of this. My brother is went Los Angeles to do some deals about weapons.

Sheila aunty took our lunch and kept on table. She had been working for 15 years in my house. My father hired her because once she saved my father's life. Before that she was very poor that she couldn't afford one time of food for herself and her children.

Her husband died during an accident, her husband drank alcohol very much. One night he came his home in very bad condition, while crossing road he crushed by the car. After that her conditions became more miserable.
My father took her and her children here and now she and her children lived in our house.

"Sheila aunty where is chinky and bunty?" I asked her while she was serving food in my plate. "Beta they are sleeping, today there was a competition in their school so they were tired." She said sweetly to me. I nodded my head and she went towards my sister and served food. "Aunty if you sit here and eat lunch with us then we will be happy." I said and my sister also said to her to eat with us. We ate lunch silently because I don't like talking while eating.

I went with navya in her room. "Navya sit here". I said and sat on bed and navya came with oil bottle. She know me very well that I will oiling her hair. She handed me bottle and sat on carpet. I poured some oil on my hands and applied in her hair. "Bhai your hands are amazing". She said and I smiled. After 10 minutes, I felt she dozed off so I told her to sleep and came back to my room.

Around 5pm I and my right hand Vikas went towards park towards because he said that he wants to see some thing to me. We were walking on zebra crossing while talking some business stuff. I saw that a girl was crossing road and a truck was coming towards her. I ran immediately, my phone slipped in my hands. I grabbed girl from her elbow and pulled towards me. We both fell, she was on me. Her hair covered her face, I removed the hair from her face and I shocked.

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