21-06-2025, 08:46 PM
(CHAPTER CONTD)
THAT EVENING OUTSIDE TANISHQ
Sonarika was leaving her office in the evening getting ready to get in her car and make her drive back home when her phone rang. It was Hemant.
"Sona where are you?"
"At the office parking lot , getting in my car"
"Leave the car there and come to your office gatestop"
"Why?"
"Sona , just listen , come there"
"Okay"
A confused but intrigued Sonarika adjusted her blue saree and left her car. She walked to the gatestop of TANISHQ and stood there. Very soon , she saw Hemant's SUV approaching as it stopped alongside her.
"Get in"
"What about my car?"
"We'll get it later , get inside woman"
Sonarika was stunned at his desperation as she got in his SUV and Hemant drove off. After gaining some distance , Sonarika noticed he wasn't going their home direction.
"Where are we going husband?"
"You'll see"
Eventually Hemant ended up in a signal as he halted in the traffic waiting for it to turn green. Sonarika was showing signs of frustrations of not knowing their destination.
"Hemant where are we going?" Sonarika asked with a groan.
Hemant knew only one way to react. Since they were on signal he grabbed her head and brought her lips to his as Hemant gave an intense passionate kiss to his wife. Sonarika was completely flabbergasted from her husband's response for a few seconds but she eventually gave in and wrestled lips to lips intensifying their sloopy smooch.
Hemant spend a good time until he noticed the signal turning green as he separated from the kiss and drove off. Sonarika was speechless taking breath after breath reveling at her husband's intimate gesture. Hemant soon revealed.
"I am taking you somewhere where we can finally test the 'Love' setup of my new ride. The bed has been installed and I intend to see how good it works"
For a moment , Sonarika gave a serious expression. Hemant was worried.
"You shouldn't have done that husband" Sonarika said with a firm tone.
Hemant was confused and a little concerned about the situation.
"Why?" Hemant asked out of worry.
"You know damn well when you do aggressive stuff like that , I will do something agressive in return"
Saying that , her face turned to a grin as one of her hand landed on Hemant's thigh. Hemant immediately jolted but returned to his composure. Her hand slowly crawled from his thighs to his croch and Hemant started to feel his body react. Her hand rubbed on the outline of his slowly growing erection.
"Since it will take time to reach of our special place. I believe I get to have a headstart"
"Sona?"
Sonarika responded by unzipping his pants and her hand went through the opening. She cupped each of his balls for few seconds.
"Looks like my husband is full stocked. Maybe I should get a taste of my favorite juice"
Saying that , Sonarika started to bend to his lap.
"Now , both our lives are in your hands husband. Because you need to focus on your driving while I will suck the soul out of you!"
She said as she lowered her mouth towards his cock. Sonarika's lips wrapped around the head of his cock and sucked him gently.
"Oh Sona!"
Hemant groaned as he strained to focus on the road. Sonarika's soft lips and devilish tongue were creating immense amount of pleasure. He could hear his wife lick and slurp on his cock. Her head was slowly bobbing up and down his cock.
Everything that happened next was just a blur for the two of them. Hemant struggled with his driving but he eventually found an isolated spot. In the darkness of the spot with no light source , Hemant's SUV glowed in its LED lights but its suspension was taking a workout.
The SUV shaked in a rhythmic bounce in its wheel as moans of a husband and a wife echoed in low volume from the vehicle. It took nearly an hour for everything to calm down and the vehicle to stop its movement and be still.
Inside both Hemant and Sonarika where wrapped in the bedsheets hiding their nude forms. Sonarika had a smile on her face as she was taking time noramlising her breaths while Hemant too did the same.
"Wow....that was something" Hemant said between breaths.
"You don't say.....I think that was your best ever!" Sonarika stated.
"Really?"
"Yeah , you came like three times , twice in me and one in my mouth....I can still taste it in my tongue"
"So I guess we can say the vehicle passed with flying colors....and the best plus point , no sweat. The cooling system kept the air inside cool making us stay fresh"
"That is the one thing I missed , you know damn well husband I prefer the loud and sweaty sex"
"I know Sona , and you were loud enough moments ago. But the sweaty thing is one aspect I am willing to sacrifice"
"Of course you will , you and your hygiene"
"What is it with you and sweat Sona?"
"Its something real , organic. Having us covered in sweat makes us feel like we did something wild , intense , carnal. Why do you think I still remember July 2 2012 so much. Because that was the day you were truly unleashed. Pure wildness , I felt the best sensation when I was covered in your sweat and the way it dripped into my face when you were done"
"Yeah but for me it was an embarassing day , considering the complaints I heard from Sulochana Aunty the next day , the entire building heard your screams and every man looked at me with giggles and weird remarks"
"Maybe they're embarassed of their shortcomings. I was more than proud of you that day. But I will admit , your preference of maintaining hygiene has indeed rubbed me in the nice way as well"
"Indeed , and I think my new makeover and the occasional flirtings should be appreciated for my well being"
"Flirtings?"
"Yeah you know. The ladies see me in a different light these days"
"Uhuh , and you let them flirt with you?"
Hemant knew what she mean't by that question. Hemant smiled looking at her as he leaned to the side on the bed facing her.
"I do , you know why?'
"Why?"
"Because when each time a woman flirts with me , it makes me feel to get excited with you , only you. Everytime a woman voices her frustration of my married status , I feel energized and my whole attention goes to you. The only thing I feel in their flirts is the gratification and the urge to make love with you , enjoy you even more."
A smile crossed Sonarika's face as she kissed her husband harder. Eventually her attention went to her watch and showed it to Hemant.
"Unfortunately we cannot spend more time in this vehicle much longer. We have a son and my sister waiting for us in home"
"Correction...our sister"
Sonarike felt emotional seeing Hemant's brotherly love towards Anjali. After putting back their clothes , they returned to their home to the lovely environment of Karan and Anjali. After their usual family banter , they all went to their respective rooms to sleep. Anjali noticed the giggles and stares Hemant and Sonarika were giving to each other , she loved seeing them being happy together like their early marriage days.
Some time past dinner , Sonarika and Anjali were having a conversation cleaning plates in the kitchen while Karan was doing his homework. Hemant was in the balcony area looking into the view of the city. He once again picked the Archangel ring from his pocket , rubbing his finger on its texture. Hemant revisited visions of his dark past again , that same burning house , a large warehouse burning , men crying in pain as their body parts were getting chopped by a single swing of a sword. Hemant looked ahead and in his vision he saw a reflection of himself , in a torn black suit holding that greatsword with a sigil of a crown at its hilt on one hand and a .44 smith wesson revolver in his other hand. He was covered in blood as he looked back at Hemant as he was suddenly startled by the ringing of his mobile phone in his pocket.
The ringing brought him back to reality as Hemant picked up the phone as it was Kamya calling. Hemant maintained his posture as he answered the call.
"Hello Kamya"
"Hello sir , I am calling to let you know.......we are ready"
Hemant for a few second felt a deja vu like feeling. Like the world was warning him not to walk this past , he walked this before and he lost everything. He still haven't recovered from his nightmares. But Hemant rubbed at the ring he was holding in his other hand. His mind was focused and his will was stronger than ever. Hemant with weight to his voice and determination in his mind replied.
"Good , then in two days.....Phase 1 of our Operation begins!"
SOMEWHERE IN MUMBAI
At the desolated colony near the slums , goons of Dilawar's gang were drinking and hailing curses to some. Some were assaulting captors brought to his place. Dilawar's two storey house was all lighten up as downstairs Rafique was having a party with his friends drinking liquor and dancing to music. One of the goon asked Rafique.
"Bhai , where is Dilawar Bhai?"
"He is with a whore upstairs , Bhai is lost in his lust for that chick Sonarika , you can expect him only in the morning"
They laughed as the music intensified.
Something else was intensifying upstairs as an old bed was moving rigorously in the upper bedroom.
CREEK! CREEK! CREEK! CREEK! CREEK! CREEK!
The light was out, but the steady *SQUEAK* *SQUEAK* *SQUEAK* didn't relent. It was accompanied by the faint ruffle of sheets.
Dilawar was nude as he was thrusting like a madman into the woman that was below him without a single mercy. The woman was screaming , but Dilawar's eyes were focused on the nearby table. The table had a photo of Sonarika as Dilawar was looking into it deep as he was hammering the woman below.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
She could barely get out her moans as he thrusted into her with rigorous pace. His eyes were locked into that photo.
"You see this Sonarika , very soon , I will be coming to your home"
His thrusting only got intense as along with the woman , the bed shrieked out the poundings.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
CREEK! CREEK! CREEK!
"I will fuck you like this , but only more harder"
Dilawar kneeled seeing the prostitute's boobs moving with the thrusts.
"I will suck on your boobs , and bite on them , like this"
Saying that he swallowed a big chunk of the Prostitutes breast as he pounded her relentlessly. He then clinched his teeth and bit on her nipple and slowly pulled it making the woman squirm in pain and pleasure. Dilawar rose up behind her. He grabbed the hooker's hair as he rode her, screaming and crying, his muscled thighs slapping against her ass, his balls slamming against her clit. He rode the sex worker, his body weight slamming against her, making her breasts shake and jiggle with every thrust. The Prostitute bit the sheets and bucked back against him, clenching fistfuls of the sheet between her red fingernails. She grunted and moaned, losing control as she came.
He got up and lied on the bed as the prostitute got on top of him. She looked flushed and her naked body glistened with perspiration. The sex worker ground her hips against him over and over, faster and faster, her hands pressing down on his hairy chest, fingernails digging into his skin, as she rode him with all of her strength, back and forth, back and forth. She was moaning and gasping, as she ground her clit down against his pelvic bone. The hooker was liking the things Dilawar was doing , despite being a goon , he had a well known reputation in the red light for being the best fucker in the city. He buried his head in her breasts, squeezing them roughly, biting her nipples. Everything he did seemed to send her closer and closer to the edge. His hand creeped on her gyrating hip, pulling her ass into him as he thrust up. Their sex had covered both of them with a wet sheen. Soon the woman convulsed on top of him, eyes wide, her mouth forming an O, strangely noiseless as every muscle in her body stiffened up, fingernails digging into the sheets, her toes tightly clenched.
Dilawar got up and slowly, almost gently, rolled her limp body over, spread her legs, and plunged his cock into her once more. Supporting his weight on his arms, he slowly plunged into her over and over until she started to get into it again, moving her hips up toward him. The hooker grabbed his face with her hands and began to kiss him deeply, eyes closed, fingers locked into his hair, as he picked up the pace faster and faster. When Dilawar looked at the woman , the woman's face slowly tranformed into Sonarika's. This made him go nuts as Dilawar fucked her in lightning pace.
He began to moan over and over again into her mouth, his body flexing and pumping against her as she moved beneath him. She gripped his waist, her fingers leaving marks where they gripped his skin. With a desperate set of thrusts that almost drove her over the end of the bed, he at last pulled out of her and pumped loads of sticky white cum from his cock and sprayed his load into the hooker's face. The woman bathed in her cum as Dilawar in his dilapitated state saw Sonarika covered in cum. He soon said.
"Don't worry Sonarika , I won't cum in your face when on our night. I will cum in you. I want to put my baby in you. A strong , handsome boy , that belong to us. Much much better than that wimp bitch of a child you have with that sloppy looser!"
The hooker tried to seduce him further but Dilawar threw some a money bundle to her face and pushed her towards the door. She got the signal and left with her money. Dilawat soon picked up the photo from the table still standing nude.
"Don't worry Sonarika......very soon.....YOU WILL BE MINE!"
FEW HOURS BEFORE IN SHANGHAI CHINA
It was a busy time in the streets of Shuangqiao Nancun , the street vendors had extra customers to satisfy and small restaurants were packed. Soon a mysterious woman carrying an envelope was walking through the street. She walked unbothered and not paying any attention to any commotion in that busy hour of the night.
She soon arrived at the Golden Yang Hotel located at the high rise part of the street. She moved through the general section of the hotel to the upper deck where she eventually entered a private room. She soon spoke something in chinese which translated.
"Master Tan , we've recieved the package from the Americans"
Ricky Tan turned to face her , he was the Red Pole , the person incharge for a certain area in the Sun On Yee faction of the Chinese Triads. He grabbed the envelope from her as he slowly removed its opening. He removed the content from the envelope and the moment he saw the content , his expression changed from nothing to rage. Pure rage. The envelope had images of Hemant that was being taken in secret from the streets of Mumbai. Ricky reached for the drawer in his table and picked out another photo. A photo of a younger looking Hemant with long hair and wearing aviators standing being surrounded by his bodyguards. Ironically one of the image from his recent one had the same pose he had in his old photo.
Ricky smiled seeing at both the photos. He soon spoke in chinese which translated.
"Is the photo authentic!"
"Somewhat , the chairman has ordered a hit on him" The woman answered.
"Who do we send Master!" The woman asked.
Ricky smiled as he turned to face the view of the street from his office room window and said this which translated.
"Send the WuTang brothers for now , they are familiar with that region!"
The same time in Mumbai , the YOD industries HQ was deserted as in the desk of Hemant's office room , Hemant had left a big bag placed on his office room table. Due to a sudden airshaft coming from somewhere the layer of the bag moved away and revealed the item within it.
Shining in the night light was the glistening glow of a giant sword!
Back in Shanghai , the woman asked.
"Will the brothers be enough , to take him out?"
Ricky stared at the street below and said.
"If it is some common man or an average family guy , it will be a cake walk for those men"
The woman nodded in appreciation after which Ricky turned and said.
"But if that person is Michael King , I can assure you , All The Triads won't be enough!!!"
Hearing those words made the woman look astonished , as she looked back at both the photos in the desk.
Back in Mumbai , the light glowed in the office room of YOD Industries due to the sword's exposure. The sword had a very unique hilt , it had the shape of a crown.
And below the hilt was a steel pllate atttached to it which had letterings of one word. The word that was the identity of the sword. In ancient Aramiac Letters it read.
INQUISITOR. THE SWORD OF THE KING!
END OF CHAPTER 13
THAT EVENING OUTSIDE TANISHQ
Sonarika was leaving her office in the evening getting ready to get in her car and make her drive back home when her phone rang. It was Hemant.
"Sona where are you?"
"At the office parking lot , getting in my car"
"Leave the car there and come to your office gatestop"
"Why?"
"Sona , just listen , come there"
"Okay"
A confused but intrigued Sonarika adjusted her blue saree and left her car. She walked to the gatestop of TANISHQ and stood there. Very soon , she saw Hemant's SUV approaching as it stopped alongside her.
"Get in"
"What about my car?"
"We'll get it later , get inside woman"
Sonarika was stunned at his desperation as she got in his SUV and Hemant drove off. After gaining some distance , Sonarika noticed he wasn't going their home direction.
"Where are we going husband?"
"You'll see"
Eventually Hemant ended up in a signal as he halted in the traffic waiting for it to turn green. Sonarika was showing signs of frustrations of not knowing their destination.
"Hemant where are we going?" Sonarika asked with a groan.
Hemant knew only one way to react. Since they were on signal he grabbed her head and brought her lips to his as Hemant gave an intense passionate kiss to his wife. Sonarika was completely flabbergasted from her husband's response for a few seconds but she eventually gave in and wrestled lips to lips intensifying their sloopy smooch.
Hemant spend a good time until he noticed the signal turning green as he separated from the kiss and drove off. Sonarika was speechless taking breath after breath reveling at her husband's intimate gesture. Hemant soon revealed.
"I am taking you somewhere where we can finally test the 'Love' setup of my new ride. The bed has been installed and I intend to see how good it works"
For a moment , Sonarika gave a serious expression. Hemant was worried.
"You shouldn't have done that husband" Sonarika said with a firm tone.
Hemant was confused and a little concerned about the situation.
"Why?" Hemant asked out of worry.
"You know damn well when you do aggressive stuff like that , I will do something agressive in return"
Saying that , her face turned to a grin as one of her hand landed on Hemant's thigh. Hemant immediately jolted but returned to his composure. Her hand slowly crawled from his thighs to his croch and Hemant started to feel his body react. Her hand rubbed on the outline of his slowly growing erection.
"Since it will take time to reach of our special place. I believe I get to have a headstart"
"Sona?"
Sonarika responded by unzipping his pants and her hand went through the opening. She cupped each of his balls for few seconds.
"Looks like my husband is full stocked. Maybe I should get a taste of my favorite juice"
Saying that , Sonarika started to bend to his lap.
"Now , both our lives are in your hands husband. Because you need to focus on your driving while I will suck the soul out of you!"
She said as she lowered her mouth towards his cock. Sonarika's lips wrapped around the head of his cock and sucked him gently.
"Oh Sona!"
Hemant groaned as he strained to focus on the road. Sonarika's soft lips and devilish tongue were creating immense amount of pleasure. He could hear his wife lick and slurp on his cock. Her head was slowly bobbing up and down his cock.
Everything that happened next was just a blur for the two of them. Hemant struggled with his driving but he eventually found an isolated spot. In the darkness of the spot with no light source , Hemant's SUV glowed in its LED lights but its suspension was taking a workout.
The SUV shaked in a rhythmic bounce in its wheel as moans of a husband and a wife echoed in low volume from the vehicle. It took nearly an hour for everything to calm down and the vehicle to stop its movement and be still.
Inside both Hemant and Sonarika where wrapped in the bedsheets hiding their nude forms. Sonarika had a smile on her face as she was taking time noramlising her breaths while Hemant too did the same.
"Wow....that was something" Hemant said between breaths.
"You don't say.....I think that was your best ever!" Sonarika stated.
"Really?"
"Yeah , you came like three times , twice in me and one in my mouth....I can still taste it in my tongue"
"So I guess we can say the vehicle passed with flying colors....and the best plus point , no sweat. The cooling system kept the air inside cool making us stay fresh"
"That is the one thing I missed , you know damn well husband I prefer the loud and sweaty sex"
"I know Sona , and you were loud enough moments ago. But the sweaty thing is one aspect I am willing to sacrifice"
"Of course you will , you and your hygiene"
"What is it with you and sweat Sona?"
"Its something real , organic. Having us covered in sweat makes us feel like we did something wild , intense , carnal. Why do you think I still remember July 2 2012 so much. Because that was the day you were truly unleashed. Pure wildness , I felt the best sensation when I was covered in your sweat and the way it dripped into my face when you were done"
"Yeah but for me it was an embarassing day , considering the complaints I heard from Sulochana Aunty the next day , the entire building heard your screams and every man looked at me with giggles and weird remarks"
"Maybe they're embarassed of their shortcomings. I was more than proud of you that day. But I will admit , your preference of maintaining hygiene has indeed rubbed me in the nice way as well"
"Indeed , and I think my new makeover and the occasional flirtings should be appreciated for my well being"
"Flirtings?"
"Yeah you know. The ladies see me in a different light these days"
"Uhuh , and you let them flirt with you?"
Hemant knew what she mean't by that question. Hemant smiled looking at her as he leaned to the side on the bed facing her.
"I do , you know why?'
"Why?"
"Because when each time a woman flirts with me , it makes me feel to get excited with you , only you. Everytime a woman voices her frustration of my married status , I feel energized and my whole attention goes to you. The only thing I feel in their flirts is the gratification and the urge to make love with you , enjoy you even more."
A smile crossed Sonarika's face as she kissed her husband harder. Eventually her attention went to her watch and showed it to Hemant.
"Unfortunately we cannot spend more time in this vehicle much longer. We have a son and my sister waiting for us in home"
"Correction...our sister"
Sonarike felt emotional seeing Hemant's brotherly love towards Anjali. After putting back their clothes , they returned to their home to the lovely environment of Karan and Anjali. After their usual family banter , they all went to their respective rooms to sleep. Anjali noticed the giggles and stares Hemant and Sonarika were giving to each other , she loved seeing them being happy together like their early marriage days.
Some time past dinner , Sonarika and Anjali were having a conversation cleaning plates in the kitchen while Karan was doing his homework. Hemant was in the balcony area looking into the view of the city. He once again picked the Archangel ring from his pocket , rubbing his finger on its texture. Hemant revisited visions of his dark past again , that same burning house , a large warehouse burning , men crying in pain as their body parts were getting chopped by a single swing of a sword. Hemant looked ahead and in his vision he saw a reflection of himself , in a torn black suit holding that greatsword with a sigil of a crown at its hilt on one hand and a .44 smith wesson revolver in his other hand. He was covered in blood as he looked back at Hemant as he was suddenly startled by the ringing of his mobile phone in his pocket.
The ringing brought him back to reality as Hemant picked up the phone as it was Kamya calling. Hemant maintained his posture as he answered the call.
"Hello Kamya"
"Hello sir , I am calling to let you know.......we are ready"
Hemant for a few second felt a deja vu like feeling. Like the world was warning him not to walk this past , he walked this before and he lost everything. He still haven't recovered from his nightmares. But Hemant rubbed at the ring he was holding in his other hand. His mind was focused and his will was stronger than ever. Hemant with weight to his voice and determination in his mind replied.
"Good , then in two days.....Phase 1 of our Operation begins!"
SOMEWHERE IN MUMBAI
At the desolated colony near the slums , goons of Dilawar's gang were drinking and hailing curses to some. Some were assaulting captors brought to his place. Dilawar's two storey house was all lighten up as downstairs Rafique was having a party with his friends drinking liquor and dancing to music. One of the goon asked Rafique.
"Bhai , where is Dilawar Bhai?"
"He is with a whore upstairs , Bhai is lost in his lust for that chick Sonarika , you can expect him only in the morning"
They laughed as the music intensified.
Something else was intensifying upstairs as an old bed was moving rigorously in the upper bedroom.
CREEK! CREEK! CREEK! CREEK! CREEK! CREEK!
The light was out, but the steady *SQUEAK* *SQUEAK* *SQUEAK* didn't relent. It was accompanied by the faint ruffle of sheets.
Dilawar was nude as he was thrusting like a madman into the woman that was below him without a single mercy. The woman was screaming , but Dilawar's eyes were focused on the nearby table. The table had a photo of Sonarika as Dilawar was looking into it deep as he was hammering the woman below.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
She could barely get out her moans as he thrusted into her with rigorous pace. His eyes were locked into that photo.
"You see this Sonarika , very soon , I will be coming to your home"
His thrusting only got intense as along with the woman , the bed shrieked out the poundings.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
CREEK! CREEK! CREEK!
"I will fuck you like this , but only more harder"
Dilawar kneeled seeing the prostitute's boobs moving with the thrusts.
"I will suck on your boobs , and bite on them , like this"
Saying that he swallowed a big chunk of the Prostitutes breast as he pounded her relentlessly. He then clinched his teeth and bit on her nipple and slowly pulled it making the woman squirm in pain and pleasure. Dilawar rose up behind her. He grabbed the hooker's hair as he rode her, screaming and crying, his muscled thighs slapping against her ass, his balls slamming against her clit. He rode the sex worker, his body weight slamming against her, making her breasts shake and jiggle with every thrust. The Prostitute bit the sheets and bucked back against him, clenching fistfuls of the sheet between her red fingernails. She grunted and moaned, losing control as she came.
He got up and lied on the bed as the prostitute got on top of him. She looked flushed and her naked body glistened with perspiration. The sex worker ground her hips against him over and over, faster and faster, her hands pressing down on his hairy chest, fingernails digging into his skin, as she rode him with all of her strength, back and forth, back and forth. She was moaning and gasping, as she ground her clit down against his pelvic bone. The hooker was liking the things Dilawar was doing , despite being a goon , he had a well known reputation in the red light for being the best fucker in the city. He buried his head in her breasts, squeezing them roughly, biting her nipples. Everything he did seemed to send her closer and closer to the edge. His hand creeped on her gyrating hip, pulling her ass into him as he thrust up. Their sex had covered both of them with a wet sheen. Soon the woman convulsed on top of him, eyes wide, her mouth forming an O, strangely noiseless as every muscle in her body stiffened up, fingernails digging into the sheets, her toes tightly clenched.
Dilawar got up and slowly, almost gently, rolled her limp body over, spread her legs, and plunged his cock into her once more. Supporting his weight on his arms, he slowly plunged into her over and over until she started to get into it again, moving her hips up toward him. The hooker grabbed his face with her hands and began to kiss him deeply, eyes closed, fingers locked into his hair, as he picked up the pace faster and faster. When Dilawar looked at the woman , the woman's face slowly tranformed into Sonarika's. This made him go nuts as Dilawar fucked her in lightning pace.
He began to moan over and over again into her mouth, his body flexing and pumping against her as she moved beneath him. She gripped his waist, her fingers leaving marks where they gripped his skin. With a desperate set of thrusts that almost drove her over the end of the bed, he at last pulled out of her and pumped loads of sticky white cum from his cock and sprayed his load into the hooker's face. The woman bathed in her cum as Dilawar in his dilapitated state saw Sonarika covered in cum. He soon said.
"Don't worry Sonarika , I won't cum in your face when on our night. I will cum in you. I want to put my baby in you. A strong , handsome boy , that belong to us. Much much better than that wimp bitch of a child you have with that sloppy looser!"
The hooker tried to seduce him further but Dilawar threw some a money bundle to her face and pushed her towards the door. She got the signal and left with her money. Dilawat soon picked up the photo from the table still standing nude.
"Don't worry Sonarika......very soon.....YOU WILL BE MINE!"
FEW HOURS BEFORE IN SHANGHAI CHINA
It was a busy time in the streets of Shuangqiao Nancun , the street vendors had extra customers to satisfy and small restaurants were packed. Soon a mysterious woman carrying an envelope was walking through the street. She walked unbothered and not paying any attention to any commotion in that busy hour of the night.
She soon arrived at the Golden Yang Hotel located at the high rise part of the street. She moved through the general section of the hotel to the upper deck where she eventually entered a private room. She soon spoke something in chinese which translated.
"Master Tan , we've recieved the package from the Americans"
Ricky Tan turned to face her , he was the Red Pole , the person incharge for a certain area in the Sun On Yee faction of the Chinese Triads. He grabbed the envelope from her as he slowly removed its opening. He removed the content from the envelope and the moment he saw the content , his expression changed from nothing to rage. Pure rage. The envelope had images of Hemant that was being taken in secret from the streets of Mumbai. Ricky reached for the drawer in his table and picked out another photo. A photo of a younger looking Hemant with long hair and wearing aviators standing being surrounded by his bodyguards. Ironically one of the image from his recent one had the same pose he had in his old photo.
Ricky smiled seeing at both the photos. He soon spoke in chinese which translated.
"Is the photo authentic!"
"Somewhat , the chairman has ordered a hit on him" The woman answered.
"Who do we send Master!" The woman asked.
Ricky smiled as he turned to face the view of the street from his office room window and said this which translated.
"Send the WuTang brothers for now , they are familiar with that region!"
The same time in Mumbai , the YOD industries HQ was deserted as in the desk of Hemant's office room , Hemant had left a big bag placed on his office room table. Due to a sudden airshaft coming from somewhere the layer of the bag moved away and revealed the item within it.
Shining in the night light was the glistening glow of a giant sword!
Back in Shanghai , the woman asked.
"Will the brothers be enough , to take him out?"
Ricky stared at the street below and said.
"If it is some common man or an average family guy , it will be a cake walk for those men"
The woman nodded in appreciation after which Ricky turned and said.
"But if that person is Michael King , I can assure you , All The Triads won't be enough!!!"
Hearing those words made the woman look astonished , as she looked back at both the photos in the desk.
Back in Mumbai , the light glowed in the office room of YOD Industries due to the sword's exposure. The sword had a very unique hilt , it had the shape of a crown.
And below the hilt was a steel pllate atttached to it which had letterings of one word. The word that was the identity of the sword. In ancient Aramiac Letters it read.
INQUISITOR. THE SWORD OF THE KING!
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