"Whaaaaaaaaatttttt?" Judy screamed so hard that the entire café shook. Megan's hands trembled as the remaining sandwich dropped on her plate again.
Mantisha bit her lips. She knew that this might shock them but she did not expect it to be this intense.
Judy grabbed both of Mantisha's shoulders as she started shaking her impatiently, "What did you say? Just repeat it, will you."
"Stop it already." Mantisha said with a hushed tone. Her voice lowered, as well as her face. Maintaining a fake smile, she told, "People from every corner of the café is starting at us. All thanks goes to you."
"God! Tish! Really? You still have the time for caring about other people's thoughts. You were asked out by First Young Master Black. You..." Judy's constant chants were interrupted by Mantisha's hands.
"Ssshhhh! Lower your voice Jud." Mantisha could not help but covering Judy's mouth by her hands and gave an embarrassed smile to the people sitting near their table.
Only then Judy realised how loud she was. She also nodded politely to the people beside them. Then Megan asked with a hushed voice.
"So, have you decided you are going or not."
Mantisha pursed her lips. Ofcourse she had not. Neither did she know how to face him now, nor could she answer him. "How could he possibly leave like that without getting my answer." Mantisha puffed her cheeks.
"He did not need to get your answer. He is smart you know. He knew that if he waited one more second, you would deny him straight." Judy said matter of factly, then turned towards Megan and said, "There's nothing to decide. Ofcourse she will go."
Mantisha narrowed her eyes. "And how did you know that Madam, when did I tell that to you."
Gulping down the last sip of her drink, Judy said as she got up from her chair,
"Cause I will make sure of that."
"Judy... You... Stop right there." Mantisha started running behind her, chasing her out of the café.
***
In front a glass window, a person stood like a king. One of his hand was in his pocket, and the other hand was holding a cigar* in it. He did not inhale the smoke anymore, atleast not after the man behind him came to report something. The smoke was coming out from the burning cigarette in circular way, but his focus seem to be lost somewhere else.
***"Il padrone." The person standing behind of him uttered, he seemed visibly scared, but his years of experiences and trainings helped him manage to his calm.
"Se non lo lanci," Glancing at the almost burnt cigarette in his fingers, he paused for a second before continuing, "ti brucerai."
"Nothing can scald me, as long as" He turned around and gazed on the slack of photos put on the table, then told, "I move faster than anybody else."
The soft sunbeams of the setting sun came through the glass walls, making that person's silhouette way more larger than his actual height. Stepping forward towards the table, that man looked straight towards the photos.
As the man bend over, his left hand resting on the corner of the table, he lifted his right hand holding the cigarette and and put that on a photo placed on top of the bunch of photos.
Three young girls' smiling faces came to the view. His smashed that burning cigarette on the face of the girl standing in the middle. As the smell of burning paper started to come out, a hole appeared on the place of that girl's face.
"Not the king, nor the queen, but..." He paused for a while, his face was shining with the Sun's golden tint fallen on it, but the evil grin of his lips made him look like the King of Hell.
Then he stood up, his back became straight. He continued saying, "But the Princess will become the pawn. And if necessary..."
Lifting the photo up, he looked at the burnt face of the girl standing in the middle, his gold rims shining under the setting sunlight, "Bellissima, take the fall for us, will you?"
As his last words drop, the photo was dropped from his hand too. When it touched the clean and smooth tiles of the floor, a polished, shiny shoe stepped on it. Then the shoe started crushing it ruthlessly.
Gritting his teeth, the owner of the shoe muttered word by word, in a cold, ruthless voice,
"Mister. Adi. Roy. Checkmate."
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*Smoking is injurious to health and causes cancer. Don't be affected by a fictional or non fictional character.
**The little phrases I used on Italian here, represent my lack of knowledge completely. As I told on the earlier chapters, feel free to suggest any kind of edits needed here.
***If you don't understand and want to know, I'll explain it here. The person delivered the photos and the informations greeted the other person as master and then he asked him to throw that cigarette out, otherwise it will burn his fingers.
Atlast, when the other person said 'Bellissima', in Italian that means 'beautiful woman'.
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