Gangster's f****d Love

Chapter 3- Photo

Author's pov

Uday Pratap was sitting on a couch in his study room. He was checking some files when someone knocked at the door. He knew who has come. It was Rudra.

"Dad?" Rudra called.

Uday Pratap took off his glass and looked at Rudra's face. Then he signalled him to sit. Dragging a chair Rudra sat in front of his father.

" you wanted to tell me something important?" Uday Pratap questioned Rudra.

Rudra replied," Yes, Dad. As the election is coming we have to be in the public's favour right now. But a journalist is publishing s**t about us every day. It's ruining your image in front of people. If it was not election time I swear that journalist would have already gone to hell. But as it's election time I don't want to do something stupid that will ruin your image. So, what I should do to that journalist?"

Uday Pratap was looking pleased after hearing Rudra. His son is just like him. He is young but very sensible. Uday Pratap wondered he must have done something good that's why God has given him a son like Rudra.

" Don't worry about my public image. Do whatever you want to do to this journalist. But do your work silently without leaving any proof," Uday Pratap replied having a devilish grin on his face.

After that, they started discussing election funding. Uday Pratap ordered one of his servants to bring coffee for them during this discussion.

"I heard that the new ACP is behind you like a mad dog?" uday Pratap asked Rudra sipping his coffee.

Rudra replied sounding pissed off, "That akhil can't digest anything in his stomach. Akhil told all this to you, right?

" Don't forget I am your father. I have my sources. Maybe you have become a gangster having your own gang but for me, you are still my little Rudra. My eyes are always on you. Now tell me, is this ACP bothering you too much? Should I transfer him?" Uday Pratap asked calmly.

Rudra answered chuckling, "No, dad. You don't have to bother. I will handle this barking dog. He is new here so he is barking too much. I just have to lure him with some delicious meat(money) and he will stop barking."

Uday Pratap laughed out loud at his son's remarks. He is indeed a Singh.

"Dad I want to ask you something. Can I? Rudra said.

Uday Pratap asked," Hmm. What is it?

"Dad, are you sure about Lavanya's marriage? I mean she is just a little girl. Can't we marry her off after her study?"

Rudra asked his father. Though he is very close to his father. He still fears him because uday Pratap's wrath is something which would be the last thing someone would wish to face.

"So, this brat has sent you to talk to me?? Uday Pratap asked sounding annoyed.

Rudra answered truthfully," umm, it's not like that. I just wanted to ask. That's why I asked you.

"Ok, she can complete her study but she has to marry Vicky Rathore sooner or later. I have promised his father that we will join our families. And you know how I keep my promises," Uday Pratap agreed but Rudra was still worried about this marriage.

Diya's pov

Bhabi and I were watching Dark on Netflix. This show is really a masterpiece. My ACP brother is still working on his cases. How can someone be so dedicated to working? Doesn't he get bored? And how can he resist himself from a beauty like bhabi! Unbelievable!

We ended our watching. Bhabi went to Aarav's room to make him sleep. I went to my brother's home office to see what was he doing.

Entering there silently I went behind him and snatched his file from his hand.

" what the....." he cursed and turned at me.

"What are you doing here Diya? Give me my file back. Just go to your room and sleep. I have works to complete," he said getting annoyed.

I answered sounding concerned," Relax bhai. Why are you working so much? You will fall sick."

"Here, comes my mom," he let out sarcastically when I forcefully held his shoulder.

I told him, "Now sit in this chair. I will massage your forehead. I don't have magic in my hands like bhabi but it will relax you for some time."

Saying that I giggled while he joined the laughter. He softened his eyes seeing my concerned attitude towards him.

"How was your college day?" He asked me closing his eyes as he was relaxing.

I replied shortly," It was good. I have made a few friends also."

I was talking to bhai about random things when a photo caught my attention that was on Bhai's table. Don't know why curiosity took control over me to know the person in the photo.

It was a photo of a handsome man. His features are no less than any model. But what's bhai doing with a model's photo? I was confused.

"Bhai, whose photo is this?" I asked him picking up the photo from the table.

" show me," he said taking the photo from my hand.

Bhai's facial expression changed instantly after seeing the photo. I saw his eyes getting dark with anger.

"Oh, this is a criminal's photo. I am gathering proof against him," he answered angrily.

Criminal!! How can a criminal be so handsome! I thought in my mind surprisingly.

" Come on, Diya. All good-looking people are no saints and all bad-looking people are not devils. Always remember this sentence," my subconscious reminded me.

I was lost in my thoughts when bhai said stopping me from massaging his forehead," Your highness! You have done enough massaging. Now you go back to your room and take a rest "

Without any argument, I left his room and returned to my bedroom. I laid down on the bed to sleep but sleep was nowhere to be found in my eyes. I don't know why that photo kept flashing in front of my eyes.

"What's wrong with me!!"