Him
There was commotion right after the round ended and I lost her in a heartbeat. God I’ve never been angry on Anu for pulling me out of a crowd, but tonight. Anu pulled me aside to fucking check whether she actually saw me dancing; she needs to understand there’s a first time for everything. Little sisters can be painfully irritating.
“That’s all you wanted to know. This is what you pulled me aside for...” Uncontained anger laced in my sneer.
“I wanted to check whether you have a temperature.” She says checking my forehead, “Because you are not behaving like yourself.”
“Cut the shit, and leave. Don’t you have friends to entertain?”
I am overreacting, I know, but it’s my desperation to get back to Disha doing the talking.
“Bhai... are you really that interested in dandiya...” she smiles suspiciously, “Or is it a someone that’s making this interesting for you?”
I sigh uninterestedly before giving her a stoic stare that says – Back the fuck off!
“Okay. Don’t tell me... But at least come and meet my friends, they have been asking about you and Divit all night.” Desperate women!
“I am not interested in talking to your girlfriends; neither is Divit. And I don’t know where he went after we came here.”
My eyes keep looking in every direction for any trace of her ruby dupatta.
“So, who’s been keeping you company then?” Is that suspicion?
I pinch my brows before growling, “I don’t know. I am keeping myself company. Now don’t bug me and leave.”
She looks shocked by the reaction; because it’s so uncommon to shout on my sister. Tears fill her eyes as she leaves, “I don’t know whatever is wrong with you Bhai, but this – this is not you.” She wipes a single tear from her face and runs away.
I feel extremely guilty after she leaves, but I had to do it to make her leave.
I need to find Disha. Something evil is lurking behind her, and I have a strange feeling this night isn’t going to go as planned. Her asshole fiancé is missing too and last I saw him was with a bunch of shit heads who I recognize from the digs I did on him. The junkie gang, he’s with them and nothing good can come out of that.
I call Divit to take Anu back home and come back with the car later. I take the time to go on a lookout for Apeksha; she could be with her if not here. After looking for about twenty minutes without any trail on where they went, I resort to logical reasoning.
Apeksha and her boyfriend are nowhere to be found, so they must be busy, possibly together. In that case, Disha would either head for the lady’s room or look for her friend after the dandiya round ended. Which means she might be somewhere near or around the washroom. Before, beyond... I need to locate her.
After being on the lookout for about fifteen minutes and looking about everywhere near in in the lady’s room, I finally find her by the pool. Incapacitated.
Silently crying. Helpless.
I might grit my teeth to dust if I don’t stop.
The blood in my veins reach the very peaks of its boiling point before bursting into sprouts of molten lava in my head.
Four men, two women, and the love of my life down on the floor, looking terrified by the evil plans they are making for her. Those tongues are going to be ripped out tonight; only to be stuffed back in their throats so they can choke on it while I decapitate each one of their heads with the others watching.
The devil in me will feed on their flesh and blood, and I will rivel in the taste.
I wish I could make her not see what is going to go down here. My baby will be traumatized for life. But there’s no way I can stop what’s already been summoned.
I plan each of their deaths in my mind while walking to them.
These men are talking about taking turns with my babe. One of them is on an eye fuck spree, scaring the shit out of her. That’s something only I am entitled to do. When I walk over to them smiling, they turn towards me like I’m one of them until I speak.
“By morning you’ll all be in hell.” My voice is a low growl, escaping from the darkest deepest parts of my chest.
“And who are you?” One laughs at the statement.
“I’m the king of hell.” I say; a chuckle leaving the depths of my chest I had no clue about, “You can call me Lucifer.”
“And I am Jesus.” Their laughter is what dead people sound like.
“Except I can show you why you better call me that.” I speak in a calm tone before catching the one near me by his throat, lifting him off the ground with ease and a toothy grin meant to terrify the fuck out of each of these scums. “See what I told you.”
They get to their feet, immobilized by panic, looking at me as though they’ve seen a ghost. Of course, I had to give them a look of my real irises; watching these fragile creatures getting the full thrill when I murder every one of them.
“Wait, there’s more...” I break his neck just enough that it hangs loose on his shoulders while the guy screams in pain.
“Leave him right there...” the asshole who was busy eye groping only minutes ago, turns to me. Really, he thinks he can order me. I drop the broken neck sucker to slowly walk towards the center of this dead gang’s hideout.
The way I can’t control from thickening due to all the anxiousness here; these people are too chicken to admit how bad they are shitting themselves right now.
“My terms are the only one that you’ll follow. First, nobody tries to run or you’ll go in first. Second, don’t try to look away while I rip you all apart. If you look away, you lose your eyes too. I’m sure none of you want that.” My playful tone has one of them literally pissing in their pants. What a shameful end to masculinity!
“And honey you should close your eyes. You don’t want to see this.” I signal my muffin with a comforting smile.
The eye fucker runs in my direction with a metal rod in his hand. I grab the rod midair, before twisting it till it breaks the asshole’s bones with a loud crack sound. I leave his hand which hangs loose, “Sorry you lost your hand. My bad it’s still there on your shoulder.” And I pull the hand, pushing him against it with a force that rips his hand from his body. A soul piercing scream escapes his coppery mouth as blood flies across on everything and everybody; bathing me in the warm redness all over.
I lick the blood off my lips and fingertips, moaning at the taste of sweet revenge. The girls are screaming in horror while the men are sobbing like they got fucking whored up.
“What are you?” One of them says.
I snarl at them, showing them my bloodied teeth, “I am death, for you... every one of you.”
“He’ll kill us all...He’ll kill us.”
“Yes, I will... But you’ll have to wait for your turn.”
“Back to you... so what were you doing with your eyes, right?” he’s not even conscious enough to respond. I gauge out his eyes with my bare hands, the smell the stink from his body telling me just how well departed he is. “Hell will welcome you by morning. And I promise to slut you up when I meet you there, bitch.” My voice goes from playful to devilish, growling at the dead man-whore.
“Who was laughing at her getting hoed up? Which one was it?” I demand, walking towards the rest when they start rushing backwards. “What did I say, nobody runs.” I pick the iron rod and throw it with all my force towards one of them; it flies across the air, decapitating one of the bitches instantly.
The other one falls in her tracks screaming, unabashed tears following at the sudden demise of her buddy. “Are you the one who gave him the liquid ecstasy?” She’s still crying as I approach her with the stash they left on the table.
“Don’t make me repeat.” I hum on the way.
A muffled affirmation escapes her lips almost inaudible with a panicked nod; sobs breaking into frantic apologies when I approach her.
“Yes?” I repeat sitting down at her level.
“Show me your tongue” I order.
She starts crying loudly, hesitant to open her mouth.
“Oh! did I not mention, no crying. It makes me a little crazier.” And I squeeze open her mouth to put all the packets of white powder. “Some pink pills too.” I grin crazily, before shoving it all in her mouth.
“Oopsie! I forgot we’ll have to find something to shut that mouth up. Wait! Let me think...hmmm” and I pull out her tongue, ripping it off while she gurgles on her own blood. “This will do.” And I shove the tongue back down her throat until it chokes whatever’s left of the mess past to death.
“Who’s next?” by the time the words escape my mouth, a metal rod almost slams the back of my head, just in time for me to catch it midair. “Poor decision making!” I sigh disappointedly at the panicked soul, before kicking him in the ass so he lands on all his fours.
“You like to take it from behind... now I’ll take you from behind.” As I shove the rod inside his ass ripping the fabric of his pants before ripping his insides, until he’s choking on his blood, dying.
The man with the broken neck is on his knees, joining hands, begging for mercy. “I was not a part of this plan; they brought me here forcefully. Please spare me!”
I chuckle at his plight, bending down to meet his eyes, “Would you have spared her?” The mental image is fueling my rage, so much so I want to experience the joy in tearing him apart with my teeth alone.
His hesitant eye contact tells all I wanted to know.
“You were hungry for some pussy last I heard.” I rush back to the dead bodies. Helping the trek knife that I always keep handy; I chop each of the dead friend’s genitals and bring it back to him.
“That much should satiate your hunger for now,” and I shove every piece of it down his throat past the throat.
“And that’s how you meet your end at the hands of a God.” I announce, smearing the bloody gutty liquid all over my face and body.
I turn back to find Abhay holding a knife to my muffin’s throat, while she stares at me in horror.
“You know if that knife so much as grazes the skin of her neck, I’ll forget that you’re not meat and I am not a butcher.” I threaten him calmly. Even though I know I’ll shred him to pieces just for holding the knife near her, before he can even fucking comprehend.
His sweating face and pissed pants tell me that he’s not going to do it.
I grab my trek knife and throw it aiming for his fingers, slicing them neatly. He shrieks a painful cry. A part of me absolutely enjoys the thrill in slicing him open. My muffin placed her trust in this man.
I would have thought for a lesser punishment for trying to steal what’s mine, but the lengths this man has gone to torment her, there’s no punishment that I even deem fit for his crimes.
Walking over to his limp body already biting the dust, I start kicking the bastard in the groin. That was where all the inspiration for this blasphemy came from. But you cannot die so soon, bastard!
Feeling content with his pain, I look for a few of his fingers before walking over to him; getting him on his knees and shoving them in his drooling mouth while he whimpers in pain. Making sure he’s conscious enough to watch what I do next.
A series of slaps and he’s looking at me with tears of fear and anger in his eyes; I return it with a hiss, “What a waste, she ever decided to move on with you... A man who has the fucking audacity to share her with these...” An evil chuckle leaves my chest, “You thought you own her... because of what? Because of that cheap ring on her finger?”
“Well, guess what? Your fiancée here...” I look from him to her. My expression instantly softens after meeting her half-open expectant eyes, “She has been mine ever since she caught my eye. And I struggle every day to escape her thoughts; but every single moment I spend trying to find my way out, I fall a little deeper.”
My eyes narrow, arousal washing my mind like the first rain after a long dry spell. “And then I realized that she was just as intrigued by me as I was by her. Just as captivated... Depraved... Corrupted...” Turning to him I tsk, “Too bad you didn’t realize... She was never yours to begin with.”
His muffled curses suggests that I better explain it in detail so he can suffer some more.
“She came to get engaged to you because she was trying to outrun someone. You want to know who?” I point an innocent finger in my direction, “Me.”
“Can you imagine why?” I ask leaning into him.
He looks at me confused. I’ll savor on his agony on this one.
“Because she was afraid... because I took the virgin.” Blood rushes on to his face at the thought of me being the one to break his fiancée first. But facts are facts. “I’ve loved her for so long, it was only fair if I claimed her. And I can assure you, no one ever had a chance; I would eliminate if anyone assumed otherwise, anyway.”
Walking over to her once again, I kneel beside her, stroking her cheeks free of the tears, “I and my baby, we were playing chase, that’s the only reason you even got anywhere close to her. But now I’m tired... I want to end the debate about your ownership, muffin.”
The next moment I am pinning her hands above her head, tying them in place using her dupatta. Melting into a soft kiss on her lips, before getting a hold on my emotions; I turn to take a look at the near dead fiancé, staring at me in disbelief, which makes me deepen the kiss shoving my tongue into her mouth.
Sucking the sweet juices of her mouth and smearing my bloody face on her beautiful soft skin, I smile at the pitiful creature before me when he looks away, “Look at us, while I show you who owns her lips.”
Satisfied with his pained expression, I make my way down her throat, marking her skin with the same bite marks and hickeys she’s so fond of hiding. She closes her eyes shut at the sensations inside her head as I make my way down her cleavage to her abdomen; painting every inch of her in my colors as if I’m a starving man and she’s my last piece of bread.
Husky moans escape my lips as I whisper looking at her lying beneath me, “Look how I own every inch of her body.”
I move to her ankles, kissing her anklets and sliding the skirt of her lehenga on my way up. Kissing every inch of her flawless skin, till I reach the ruby lace underwear. A hungry moan escapes my throat; cussing under my breathless groan, just looking at the piece of lingerie matching the exact color of her dress. Losing control, I place several kisses at the bud between her legs as it throbs to life under my touch, before pulling down her underwear with my teeth.
I look up at the bastard’s sudden reaction of looking away, closing his eyes at the sight of her exposed and folded in front of me.
I pluck two pins from her dress, and reach over to the long-gone fiancé. Pulling his eyes open I pin his eyelids in place, smiling at the master piece in making, while his eyes flood red and he shrieks and writhes in pain.
“You’ll watch how I brand her, how I mark her as mine forever.” I snarl, tearing off my kurta to expose the scorpion sitting on my heart on a throne of thorns that reach both ways to my arms.
I kneel back to slide off the underwear before shoving it in my pocket, leaving her pussy exposed to me. I then turn on the custom-made inking pen from my back pocket, which drains the blood from both their faces.
The expression on her face speak a thousand things but they have fear, anger and disbelief in common.
“I promised you, muffin.” I smile at her, before pasting the stencil and starting my art work, ignoring the distraction she is trying to create with those hardly audible negation. I intended to do it, and she knew why; yet she went about with it anyway.
Silent screams fill the air as she stares at me in horror while my device buzzes on the skin just above her slit. Now, she has a label... a label that will remind her that she belongs to me and me only.
They say your tattoos define you. So now when you look at this you will know that this scorpion is stuck in the rose’s thorny stems. And I don’t intend to leave.
She is staring at me with unforgiving incredulity; I know she’ll hate me later. And I know how to win her back. A smile rises to my lips at my accomplishment; me and her, we look like a cute couple now. I place another soft kiss down on the completed art work before returning to Abhay.
My eased-up muscles instantly tense as I bend over to meet his pinned-up eyes. “You shouldn’t have tried touching what’s mine.” My eyes are sucking away any hope left in his soul. “But that’s a lesson you’ll need in another life.”
Before he can scream or cry, I get up and hold his head between my hands and twisting with a force that breaks his neck first before pulling it up with all my strength; messily decapitating the bastard with the force of my hands.
When I turn back, my gaze lingers to the dead brown eyes staring back at me flooded with horror and guilt. What the hell have you done in front of her? How is she supposed to get over this? I will have to make her forget the trauma or she will be gone farther than ever.
Ignoring her gaze which tells me she wants to run the fuck away; I pick her up in my arms after undoing her hands and covering her body with the dupatta when she chooses to shut her eyes. Does she hate looking at me now? Yes, but that was necessary, and I am unapologetically okay with it.
A kiss on her forehead and then I’m making my way out when Divit finally appears, running towards me first thing when he spots us.
“What the hell happened here?” He stares wide eyed.
“I’ll explain. First let me keep her inside the car.”
“And why are you bathed in blood?”
His eyes widen, horrified at the sight before him as he approaches the poolside.
“What the...” he cusses under his breath, “Was a wild animal here? Don’t tell me this is your work?”
“They drugged her. She was about to be raped by a gang of junkies including her asshole of a fiancé.” His mind already working through it when his gaze falls on the headless body amidst the mess.
“Oh, my fucking goodness. You should have at least waited for me to do it for you. How many times will I have to tell you to not make a mess. How are we going to clean all this?” he’s holding his head, “And what about the cover; how are we going to cover for this?”
“I couldn’t wait for shit; they had already incapacitated her. I cannot imagine what would have happened to her if I were even minutes late.”
Even with a hand on his head while he mutters some more curses, Divit’s mind is working at full horse power as we are having this conversation; I can read it on his face.
Meeting my eyes, he says, “Wait! I think I’ve figured something out.”
And I... I return a knowing smile back at him. Guess I know him well enough to understand where he’s heading; I know what my brother can be up to.
See, why he’s my best friend.