His Solace… His Angel (OBSESSION AT IT’S EXTREME season 2) Part 1

TWO YEARS LATER :
It was dead silent. The entire compound area of the magnificent glass building was surrounded with men. Each one of them suddenly left their job, standing over at the entrance with a rigid posture, waiting for something important to commence with baited breaths.
Rehan, the new recruit in the organization, unknown to the reason, couldn’t help but wonder, though his face was wiped out of any emotion just like his counterparts. Emotions have no place in this world and the fact had been drilled within his head from the moment he stepped into it.
Each second felt like years and just when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore a caravan of black cars stopped close to the entrance while several bulky men in black, loaded with guns, came out, cornering the one in middle.
“All clear, Sir.” Tracing the location for any possible threat one of them finally knocked at the window and called out.

The car door opened and out stepped a man causing everyone around him to bow down to him as a sign of respect and authority. Rehan being one of them, despite his lack of knowledge of the identity of the masculine figure. With a nod from him, everyone started rising from their position going back to their work while he discreetly tried to sneak a peek at the new arrival. Looking up close, his eyes fell onto the man in blue armani suit who immediately commanded everyone’s attention just by the way he carried himself. One look at him and Ryan knew for a fact that one would never want to be on his bad side as he realized that the man in front of him is someone of great importance and dangerous to say the least.
Heaving a sigh of relief, when he finally walked inside, footsteps echoing in the ominous silence, he turned beside him to look at his commander.
Shekhar Sinha, a man in his mid 40’s and commander to the team he was assigned to.
“Who was that man Shekhar?” He asked the man curiously, pointing to the the direction he had disappeared to.
Shekhar looked at him like he had grown three heads all of a sudden while he continued to stare down at him incredulously for a second before regaining his composure.
“How ignorant can you be boy?” The man scoffed.
Turning around, he started walking back inside leaving behind a bemused curious boy.
“Come on. Please tell me.” He urged, following him inside the building.
“Get back to work now. Didn’t I assign you to help in checking the security arrangements.” Shekhar asked him sternly.
“I did help him. Come on. Now tell me na, who that handsome hunk is?” He attempted to lighten the mood.
Before he could even blink, he was roughly slammed to the wall in a matter of seconds. Ryan closed his eyes in pain, his head shot up to look at the man who had taken him under his wing after his father’s death.
“That handsome hunk can kill you in thousands of different ways before you even get the chance to open your mouth for that ill timed joke of yours.” Shekhar looked at him seriously.
“That man is dangerous Ryan. Very dangerous. Trust me. He is not someone to be f***ed with. He would mercilessly wipe out those who had wronged him in any way. Even his enemies steer clear of him.
He is Sanskar Maheshwari, the head of Maheshwari empire. The KING of one of the most ruthless Mafia family.”
Hearing this, Ryan’s face contorted into utter disbelief and fear. His face white like a sheet. He of course knew who and how dangerous Sanskar Maheshwari is, though, he never saw his face before.
Satisfied with the reaction he got, Shekhar released the boy smirking, before heading inside.
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Standing outside the main office with his colleagues, Shekhar patiently waited for their boss to enter so that he could submit his report. That’s what he is best at. He is one of the spy masters and it’s his job to look over all the secret dealings of their rivals that could prove a potential threat in future.
The members of the organization are thoroughly tested before they pledge their loyalty. Once a part of Maheshwari crime dynasty, always a part of it. No turning back and he was proud to be a member of the organization.
Once the Don took his seat at the head of the table, others soon followed.
Sanskar Maheshwari, though a man of just 25 years of age, he commanded respect and attention of men twice his age. With his height and intimidating aura he made countless men shake in fear of displeasing him ever through their actions.

Turning to his left, he looked at Kevin. “Everything is well Don. The profits keeps increasing and we’re in clear for now.” The Don nodded his head in approval before asking. “Is our SPECIAL guest being treated well?”
“He has not been of any help Don. He claims he didn’t leaked the information. He still hadn’t opened his mouth but I think he will do now.” The man explained with a sly smirk.
“Well then, let’s not keep our guest waiting.”
Reaching the lower most level of the Maheshwari headquarters, Kevin hurried to open the basement door.
The entire area was streaming with men, some were busy practicing shooting while the others were indulged in their assigned duties. As the Don stepped inside, a hush fell over the entire basement, no one daring to make a single sound.
“Bring him out.” He commanded.
Shekhar looked at Ryan, giving him a significant look to follow the order.
Understanding washed over him as he rushed inside.

Meanwhile, Sanskar walked to the bar. Taking a sip of his wine as he watched the man who betrayed him being dragged by one of his man Ryan.
“Hello, Damien. I hope you enjoyed your stay here.” Sanskar commented glancing over at the badly bruised beaten up man pushed onto his knees in front of him, a sly smirk playing on the Don’s lips.
“You have done something against our code. I give you one chance to explain the reason of your betrayal.”
“Please Don. I swear I didn’t betray you. I was forced. They had my family with them. I had to. Please.” He begged.
“The same family who is enjoying their vacation in Malaysia.” Sanskar stated coldly.
“No Don. Please, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for leaking the information and stealing the money of shipment. I swear I’ll return all the money. Please.” Damien cried pathetically.
“Tsk Tsk Tsk.” He mocked.
“Cease his ramblings.” Sanskar drawled, walking out the door.
Knowing that it was his last words, he started struggling against Ryan who was holding him back.
“RAGINI.” He yelled out the name desperately.
The one name which stopped Sanskar dead in his tracks.
“Ragini Suryavanshi Singh Raizada. I-I know who attempted to kill her.”
All the gathered men stiffened, exchanging panicked looked in between each other. There eyes widening with anger at the casual, careless tone of the traitor. Each one of them knew the significance the name possess and the power it held over one of the most ruthless Mafia Don.
As Sanskar turned to look over at the man who dared to say the name of His Angel, hot burning rage surged through his entire being like an inferno.
Damien, though too late, realized the dire mistake he committed.
DON’T TALK, TOUCH OR EVEN STARE AT THE QUEEN.
It’s the unspoken rule of Maheshwari clan.
His next words died in his mouth witnessing the thunderous expression of the man before him.
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“Ahhhh!!! ”
Ryan cringed as another painful scream echoed through the dead silent headquarters. It has been more than three hours since the screaming had begun and it didn’t seem like it’s going to end anytime soon. Yet, Ryan stood outside the basement door performing his guard’s duty.
His mind swarming with one single question.
“Just who exactly Ragini Suryavanshi Singh Raizada is?”

Hey guys, I’m back again. I know you guys are confused about Sanskar being a Mafia but you’ll get your answers as the story will proceed. And about Ragu having Raizada surname, you will get to know the reason in the next part.
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