Nomad's Diary

Rajneesh’s feet scraped a bit on the floor and he tried to get up from the chair. But he was forced down by more than 10-12 guns pointing at him. And in the middle of all those guns was the man staring him down with eyes blazing with anger. And most of all: hatred. As Rudra flicked his fingers up, the guns lowered immediately. “Nobody fucks up my plans and you have meddled enough. Now you will know what happens when you mess around with me.” “Ram!” Ram shoved the gun inside the holster on his hips and stretched his hand towards Arshad. Arshad handed him a string of cloth, which he started to coil tightly making a small rope out of it. Rajneesh’s eyes widened as Ram came and stood at the back of his chair.   Rudra kept on looking at him and Rajneesh felt that cold shiver run down his spine again. His muscles hardened with alarm just as he felt the cloth go around his neck. But he was not prepared for the next thing that happened. Shastri came and stood next to the ...