8- Find 'Darkness'

Rudransh-

Time passed quickly after meeting Mishthi. Everyone left again to let her rest for a while. But in the evening, as we all sat down for tea and snacks, Mishthi joined us. I was typing on my phone, coordinating the interview process for my new PA, which had to be postponed due to the curfew.

After speaking with the HR department head, I put my phone aside.

Maybe I’m inhuman, heartless, and a jerk in the eyes of outsiders, but I still want to spend quality time with my family.

"Um, I hope I'm not disturbing you, but Aunty, I want to ask about my bag. My laptop and phone are inside," she said. Mom had given her a pair of black silk pajamas and a shirt.

Her white skin looked flawless and soft. As she spoke, I observed her closely. Her round face, perfectly thick brows, almond-shaped eyes, honey-brown irises, pointed nose, pouted pink lips, and thick eyelashes. Her elbow-length, semi-curly brown hair, with baby hairs on her forehead, gave her a cute, child-like innocence.

Then there was her slim white neck, with a visible collarbone, her long arms, slim fingers, and pointed nails. Her palms looked soft. Even in the loose shirt and pajamas, her hourglass figure was visible—big, round breasts, a slim waist, and round hips. She looked like a Barbie doll.

Too adorable... but also fuckable.

Shut the fuck up, Ansh. What are you even thinking? Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I consciously shouted at myself, forcing myself to stop staring at her.

I didn’t catch what Dadi said to her, but Mishthi nodded and followed a maid inside. I was too distracted to hear their conversation. What the hell is happening to me?

After some time, I left and kept myself busy in the home office, going through some important papers for upcoming projects and deals. I also scheduled the meeting for the seal-deal party and sent the terms and conditions of the deal’s contract to my lawyer, who was drafting the legal contract between RJ Enterprises and James & Co.

Once I finished, I decided to call Suyash and Kabir.

Ring, ring...

It was a video call.

"Hey, boss!" Kabir said in his usual playful tone.

"Hey, RD!" Suyash greeted me in his typical mature manner.

"Hey, guys," I said.

"So, having fun without me in Miami?" I teased them with a smirk.

"Haha, dude, very funny. It's boring without you and Virat here. But the girls here are amazing—like a taste of heaven," Kabir said with his typical playboy attitude.

"Oh, really? Did you forget about the slap from that Miami girl?" Suyash chimed in, making Kabir’s face twist with annoyance.

"Having chit-chats without me?" A ping alerted us to someone joining the call. It was Virat.

"Hey, baby, I missed you so much," Kabir teased. Virat and Kabir were always like this.

"Oh honey, I missed you too—especially your sexy round ass," Virat replied, biting his lip playfully.

Suyash and I rolled our eyes at their antics. Sometimes, they make us wonder if they’re actually gay.

"Okay, on a serious note, guys," I said, my tone turning serious. Immediately, they dropped their playful attitudes and focused.

"What’s going on there?" I asked, referring to our second hidden business.

"Everything's under control, but something’s off with the BBTs," Kabir said, his expression tense.

"What?" I inquired.

"They’ve been seen with the Russians recently. It looks like they’re making some kind of deal with them," he continued.

"Also, ‘Nightshade’ wants to meet with ‘Dark King.’ They said it’s urgent and want a mob meeting in Sicily," Kabir finished, his face stern.

"Why? Did you find out the reason for their sudden demand?" I asked, frowning.

"They’ve gotten their hands on some inside information about the Russians. They’re planning something big with the BBTs—maybe attacks on multiple warehouses of the Dark Dynasty and Nightshade. They’re also after ‘Darkness,’" Suyash added, his voice more serious than usual.

"Hmm... keep tabs on their every move. Virat, make sure nothing happens behind our backs. And find out why they’re after ‘Darkness.’ We need to capture ‘Darkness’ before they do," I instructed, ending the call. Too much had happened in one day.

Then, I called Virat again, but this time on his personal number.

"Yes, Ansh?" he answered.

"Any updates on Mishthi?" I asked, my tone tired.

"Uh... yes. Her real name is Mishthi Bansal. She’s 24 years old, MBA qualified, and lives with her parents, grandparents, uncle, aunty, and cousins. She has four friends, one of whom is missing," he said, looking at his tablet.

"Hmm. Anything else? Suspicious?" I asked.

"Not yet, but I have my doubts and will keep looking into it," he replied.

"Forget it. Her details match her resume. I’ll handle it. Now, focus on finding out more about ‘Darkness.’ First, determine the gender—it’s still unclear," I said.

We were looking for someone known as Darkness from the ‘Slashers’ gang. They appeared local, but they dealt with the Russians and BBTs.

"On it," he said, and we ended the call.