Dared to Wake the Beast

08:00 AM. Maahir stood at the isolated location dressed in a white shirt paired up with a beige blazer with gelled onyx hair. With his tall figure, wheatish complexion, and husky muscles, he looked extremely handsome. He strode towards the door and rang the bell a few times, but no response.

Peered again at the address on his mobile and looked at his watch. He clenched his fists and punched the wall, then took a deep breath. Put out his cigarette and waited for a while. "What games are you playing, Harish? Come on, open the door now." Maahir yelled.

Looking at his unbothered attitude, Maahir's blood boiled with fury. Taking a deep breath, "I know that you are inside. If you didn't act accordingly now, your situation will be even worse." Maahir warned him in a threatening tone, yet Harish didn't show up. He kicked the door in frustration and stomped aside.

Grabbing his mobile from the pocket, he dialed Rudra. While Rudra sat on the couch, looking through the documents of The Magenta Builders, he lifted at the third ring. "Yes, Maahir?"

"Boss, I'm outside of his house, he's not opening the door. I've been here for a while."

With a slight pause, Rudra queried, his tone sharp while his brows twitched, "Are you sure about the location?"

"Yes, I tracked down his address. My information is never wrong."

Hearing that, Rudra's gaze darkened. "Take more men and break in. If he's not willing to come, take him by force. Make it clear before you leave the house. Handle it carefully. I don't want a single word to get out."

"Ok, Boss! I will. Thank You!"

Tossed the files aside, Rudra remained still while his eyes shot daggers. Racking his hair, he made a call to William.

"Yes, Boss."

"Go and assist Maahir. I will forward you the address."

"Okay."

Instantly, his mobile lit up with the address, and a vicious sneer appeared on William's lips. "Guys, Be ready. Our long wait is over." William announced and took the ten best fighters along with him and hoped in their vehicles with weapons.

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There was the sound of an owl in the distance. The blazing sun became murked with the smoky clouds. The once calm sky appeared dense and turbulent with the deafening thunders. The smell of a bonfire danced in the air.

Maahir is on the lawn while talking on the phone when three vehicles halted with a loud screech. Hearing the sound, his posture stiffened in a second. With furrowed brows, he turned around and scrutinized the surroundings. A tall man with a well-built body stepped out of the car.

A ragged three-inch scar near his right eyebrow to his cheek seemed dreadful with jagged flesh. With his mortal eyes, a ruthless aura exuded from him. Maahir's gaze focused on the deeply rooted scar, and understanding dawned on him. "It's William."

By looking at William and his people, his stare relaxed while his pinched lips drew a slight curve. "Boss told me to assist you," William said in a hoarse voice while lightning stuck in the sky. Maahir nodded, "Let's break in."

In an instant, the people assisting him broke the lock with their weapons, and the teak wood door flung wide open. They all entered the house cautiously. While checking all the rooms, they saw Harish sitting on the bed with a female lying on his top and opening his buttons seductively while exposing her big breasts.

"He sure has guts to behave like this with Mr. Chauhan, now no one can save him." Maahir sneered and smashed the flower vase on the side stand.

With the noise, Harish focused on the door, and his eyes grew wide in horror seeing Maahir and other men in the room. Sweat forming on his forehead, he yelled while jumping out, "You... you scumbags... how dare you to bust into my house?"

Peeping at their firm stance, he raised his voice, "Do you want to die in my hands? Do you know what power I have?"

The men grinned aloud, listening to his threats, "Soon, you will know what will happen to you."

Listening to that, his arrogance vanished into thin air. "You can't do anything to me," Harish stated in a shaky voice while the female ran away without turning back.

Wasting no time, "Come with me." Maahir asserted in a commanding tone.

"I won't. Do you think I'm stupid?" Harish tried to sound normal.

"You can't escape from us." William butted in a menacing tone, which made Harish shiver. His eyes showed fear by glancing at the dangerous man.

Harish looked around and gave a sly smile while running towards the window. But, an iron rod swung in the air with light speed and hit his head, and he collapsed onto the floor with a shrieking cry.

"Take him to the car," William ordered and turned around. But Harish didn't know how to cherish his luck and tried to go against William.

In a second, William gave a hard kick on his stomach, and Harish spewed blood. Terror ran through his spine while the other men punched his cheeks and broke his nose. Within a few minutes, the entire house became occupied with sharp wails.

They tied his hands to his back with force, while his shoulder fractured and shut his mouth with a plaster. Tied his eyes with a black cloth, they dragged him while the white marble floor now became a red pathway.

Hopped in his car, Maahir dialed Rudra, "We got him, Boss."

"Take him to our smaller warehouse."

...

After three hours. Maahir, William, and his men were waiting in the dark secluded hall.

"You dared to wake the beast! No one tries to mess with him, but you did that. The real show starts now!! You will be dead meat seeing the monster in Mr. Ishan Rudra Chauhan." Maahir pondered.

In a few minutes, a blue Porsche stopped at the gate. Looking at the number plate, the guards immediately opened the wide gate while greeting Rudra with the utmost respect. He nodded and parked the car.

He stepped out of the car in a black suit, adjusted his cufflinks, and removed the sunglasses, which were covering his frightening glowers. The aura emanating from him was intimidating. Two of his men welcomed him while Rudra stared at the Amber house when Tamaz arrived.

The rustic house looked abandoned on the outside by powdery mildew on the walls.

"Let's go." Tamaz patted him and began going into the alley. In the walkway, the people squinted with flinched pupils, their eyes popped out, and jaws dropped by Rudra's king-like presence but quickly composed themself.

Rudra stood in front of Harish, "Bring me a chair." His authoritative voice sent chills down Harish's spine. Immediately an old wooden straight-back armed chair was set in front of him. He observed his expressions of Harish and smirked.

A cynical glare penetrated onto Harish, "You got the guts to against me?" Harish kneeled on the floor with drooped shoulders but didn't make a sound. Seeing his silence, Rudra's pitch increased a few folds darker, "What did you think of yourself while doing it?" Harish trembled while Rudra's men backed off with the temper.

"Why did you do this?" His voice became petrifying.

"I... I..." Harish stuttered, but words didn't come out.

"I should teach him a lesson for betraying me." Rudra decided and a blank, cold, and inhumane look appeared on his face.

"I'm giving you ten minutes to answer. If you answered correctly then I'll leave you. If not well, that's a different story." Rudra's voice resonated in the hall.

But nope, Harish didn't know what his limits were and started to test his patience.

"I won't give him the satisfaction he wants. I'll take it from the people who went against me." A dangerous sneer danced on Rudra's lips. "Deal with him."

Immediately a bulky muscled man gave Harish a hard punch, from which his lips bled, yet he did not open his mouth. Another kick landed on his stomach, but his lips remained sealed. Gazing at his stubbornness, they hauled him into a closed cell.

"Where are you taking me? Leave me... leave me..." Harish protested, but they didn't give a damn.

His body landed in a shuttered dark cell with a pungent smell dancing in the room. The walls appeared bloody, and little did Harish understand, "This is for no good." The smell tempted him to vomit.

His hands got tied with rusty metal chains. He cried in pain due to the fractured bones. They beat the pulp out of him with iron rods, the cracking sounds were audible. His screams were increasing with pain, yet he endured.

They poured hot boiled water from the top of him, his injured flesh burned, and he felt, "Death would be much easier." He screamed with endless fear and terror.

"That fear is what I want from my enemies." Rudra savored the moment while his lips slightly twitched upwards.

Before Harish regained his composure, he received another round of severe beating when the hold of chains tightened, and his body swung in the air freely. He felt every bone in his body was breaking. "I'm going to die if I didn't open my mouth." He got convinced and finally gave in.

"I will tell you everything." He spilled the beans when all his energy drained out.

Hearing that, Rudra seemed amused. "Take him to me." His voice roared from behind. Instantly, Harish got released, and he fell hard. A painful cry escaped from his swollen lips.

Harish kneeled in front of Rudra and kept his head down. Due to the cracked and broken ribs, and broken nose, his chest tightened, which made him short of air. "It's... it's Di... Diana."

"She off... offered... additional thirty crores... If I... If I stopped the... hotel construction... and... and... damaged your... reputation." He stuttered.

"With the greed you had, you tried to betray me? Did you think I became soft?" Rudra's presence was overbearing with a sharp piercing gaze, his every word was sending shrills to him. Beads of sweat dripped from Harish's body. He had no courage left to move even a bit.

"I will make sure to finish the construction and make it the best hotel in Mumbai. No Diana can stop me." Rudra is more than resolute. "Let me see what more she can do?" His lips gave a sly grin.

Listening to that, Harish's heart sank, "please leave me, sir." He begged.

"Deal with this scum." With that, Rudra left, leaving Harish to suffer for his deeds.

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