Brothel Manager : Unexpected Encounter with A Hidden Family Heirloom

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Amidst the vast plains near the Aries family camp in Mumbai port area, a massive expanse of ground was transformed into a sprawling military camp. Rows upon rows of advanced machine guns, snipers, Assault Laser Guns, armoured vehicles, and artillery lined up systematically, forming a military grid.

The sheer number of troops made it look like a sea of camouflage, interspersed with the Aries family's emblem - a majestic ram's head, horns spiralling upwards.

The night light glistened off the soldiers' helmets, creating a dazzling array of reflections. The air buzzed with electricity, the kind that fills the atmosphere when a storm is about to erupt. The rumble of armoured tanks, the synchronised clicking of guns being loaded, the sharp cadet calls, and the hum of drones overhead painted an audio tapestry of impending conflict.

The First Husband, dressed impeccably in a crisply ironed uniform, stood elevated on a makeshift platform. His face was stern, his eyes scanning the multitude of soldiers below, ensuring every individual was in their precise position. With a single gesture of his hand, bugles sounded, signalling for the soldiers to fall into their formations.

A chorus of synchronised footfalls reverberated through the camp as the ten thousand soldiers immediately responded, moving swiftly into their designated squads. Every individual seemed to be the very embodiment of discipline and determination.

To the side, a group of one hundred soldiers stood apart from the rest. These were the defence team, the elite. Their gear was noticeably different – sleeker and adorned with tech that wasn't standard issue. They bore specialised suits with a reinforced exoskeleton, adaptive camouflage, and HUD visors displaying real-time data.

These were the individuals trusted to protect the core members of the Aries family.

The First Husband, using an amplified communication device, began to address the sea of soldiers. "Warriors of the Aries clan! Today, we stand at the precipice of conflict. Our honour and legacy are on the line. Remember, we are not just fighting for ourselves but for the pride and future of the Aries lineage. Show no fear, show no mercy!"

A thunderous roar of affirmation echoed back, showcasing the soldiers' unwavering loyalty and readiness. The scene was a testament to the Aries family's immense wealth, influence, and power.

"What are we waiting for?" Sophia demanded as she emerged from the command tent, dressed in a sleek, advanced bulletproof leather suit tailored to her specifications. Her eyes blazed with determination.

The first husband, responsible for commanding the massive army of more than ten thousand modern soldiers, paused in his duties to respond to her inquiry. "I sent the spy division for surveillance. I'm just waiting for their signal," he replied, his gaze focused on the meticulously arranged formation lines.

Sophia's lips curled into a fierce grimace. "It is good if the Farus family is there. I really want to kill those guys with my own hands," she growled through clenched teeth. Her desire for vengeance was a palpable force that electrified the air around her.

Just as Sophia finished speaking, her first husband received a message from the spy division. They had sent an image of Das's palace, showing it completely devoid of security measures. The two words on the message were like music to their ears: "All clear. He is inside the palace."

Sophia's eyes sparkled with a dangerous intensity as she repeated the words. The first husband, filled with newfound energy and determination, shouted loudly, his voice carrying across the army's formation lines. "We can proceed!"

With that command, the massive army, consisting of highly trained soldiers, advanced with purpose, their footsteps echoing in unison. The destination was Das's palace, the heart of their adversary's territory.

As the moon hid behind the clouds, casting long shadows over the bustling modern city, an extraordinary sight unfolded on its streets. The wide roads, usually clogged with vehicles and pedestrians, were now dominated by an immense and imposing force. A massive army of ten thousand soldiers were moving in vehicles with a disciplined precision that sent shivers down the spines of onlookers.

The soldiers, clad in advanced camouflage uniforms, moved in perfect synchronization, their jeeps the pavement with a rhythmic sounds that resonated through the city's core. It was a sight that seemed to defy reality, evoking a sense of high tension and awe among the unsuspecting citizens.

People gathered on the sidewalks, their faces reflecting a mix of shock, curiosity, and fear. They held up their smartphones, capturing videos and taking pictures of the colossal force that now occupied their city. The rapid sharing of images on social media platforms only added to the sensation.

The sight of the soldiers, their faces obscured by helmets and tactical gear, left many spectators guessing. They assumed it was their nation's army, deploying in response to an unknown crisis. The camouflage uniforms only added to the confusion.

This assumption that it was a national military force at work served as an unintentional cover-up for the authorities, who had not been prepared for such a public display of power. News outlets scrambled to provide explanations and updates, but the city's residents were left to speculate.

The tension in the air was palpable as the army continued its relentless march through the city streets. People whispered in hushed tones, their imaginations running wild with possibilities. Fear and anticipation hung heavy in the air, and the city's normal rhythm had been disrupted by this formidable and enigmatic force, leaving its inhabitants to wonder what the future held.

Sophia rode in an armoured car at the head of the column. She seemed restless, frequently looking out of the windows, eyes scanning the horizon. The bitter memories and the anger towards the Farus family and Das made her blood boil, and she tightened her grip on the weapon she held.

The First Husband, riding beside her, kept a close watch on communications. "Remember, Sophia," he began cautiously, "our primary goal is to retrieve Luis in the Farus family. At present Luis is held in Farus family camp. They are all busy in funeral. After finishing Das we will leave quickly."

Sophia shot him a glance, her eyes piercing. "I haven't forgotten," she retorted, her tone biting. "But if Das and the Farus family are there, I won't leave the palace alive."

"By the what happened to phantom force we request from the family? Are they here?" Sophia asked while staring at the palace in a long distance.

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"Yes, they are here. But I asked them to hold for my signal. I want to use them for sudden attack on Farus family camp." The first husband replied while communicating with the spy division who were making sure that Das don't escape from the palace.

As they approached the palace's perimeter, they noticed something odd. The lights in the palace were off, and there was an eerie silence, contrary to the intel they received. The place seemed deserted.

The First Husband raised an arm, signalling the army to halt. "This seems too easy," he whispered to Sophia.

Sophia nodded in agreement. "We need to be cautious. Send the scout team first."

The First Husband gave the command, and a group of soldiers equipped with night-vision goggles and silent communication devices moved stealthily towards the palace, their movements swift and silent.

Everyone waited with bated breath, the atmosphere tense. Every minute felt like an eternity. As the scout team entered the palace, an eerie glow illuminated the night. The calm before the storm was about to be shattered.

Das sat on the palace top. Without caring about the large number of army came for him, he is tying the broken hands of the Aries bow to his left hand.

Just the blood came in contact with the bow, a connection formed with the bow and the Aries spirit inside his body. He stood up on the palace top and aimed the bow towards the sky. As he draw the bow string, more than seven cosmic arrows formed on the bow end.

A sudden gust of wind blew, rustling his hair and the edges of his attire. The moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie glow that silhouetted Das's imposing figure. The atmosphere grew tense; the very air seemed charged with electricity. Below, the entire army paused, their gazes fixed on the lone figure atop the palace.

Because of night light, they could only see the silhouette of the person on the top.

With a deep breath, Das released the bowstring. The cosmic arrows soared high into the night sky, leaving a trail of shimmering blue. They seemed to merge with the constellations, becoming one with the vast expanse above.

Moments later, a rain thirty arrows of ethereal glow descended upon scout division sent ahead. The arrows, imbued with cosmic energy, tore through the armoured defence and energy shield like they were paper. The thirty of scout division scrambled for cover, but the arrows were relentless, piercing through everything in their path.@@novelbin@@

Sophia, from her vantage point, watched in horror. The scene was apocalyptic; every arrow hit its mark with deadly precision. The defence team activated their advanced shields, trying to repel the barrage for next attack.

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"A one-man army isn't defined by the battles he fights, but by the ones he conquers alone."

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