Robi Studios Novels & Stories

Moni replied with a thin smile. Robi tried to calm himself, "Yes, of course. Sorry for disturbing you, Moni. I... I'll leave now," Robi said as he saw Moni busy. Moni watched Robi leave, "Alright, Robi. See you later." Robi got lost in his thoughts, "What am I thinking? I need to control myself. Moni is working." As the night enveloped the house with darkness, Robi returned to his room with a heavy feeling in his chest. However, his mind was still engulfed in turbulent confusion. He entered his room, trying to calm himself down, but his thoughts continued to linger on Moni.

The wall behind it mirrored, glass shelves held various bottles of liquor, stools sat lined up like soldiers in front of the slab of timber that had been painstakingly sanded and stained. A jukebox glowed in one corner of the room, and on the other side, a pool table whose green felt had seen better days. The stains of blood and drinks covered the once vibrant surface. A large oak table took up the middle of the room, twelve heavy chairs surrounded it. One word carved into the middle to remind anyone who was lucky enough to have a seat at the table why they were there “ROGUES”.