10

SPIKE

Aryan got to Mr. Dhanial's house and without further ado, he was ushered in. He stepped into the luxuriously decorated living room that was well festooned with gold embroidery that befitted the settees and white color paintings.

On the center marble table that was situated in the middle of the living room, was a lion head sculptured with gold, its eyes glittering with diamond.

Mr. Dhanial was sitting on the arm chair, tigers beside his feet, real tigers to be precise and body guards behind him. They stood on their full heights, hands clasped either in front of their torso or behind their backs all wearing dark tinted glasses.

“Sir.” Spike called while standing in front of him with his hands behind him.

Mr. Dhanial took a drag of the tobacco and spoke, smoke coming out of his nostrils and mouth.

“Spike,