27.
“Aur tumhare bhai ne mujhse bheek mangni shuru kar di, saying ‘Please mujhe khana khila do apne hathon se’ aur maine kaha ‘Mai kisi gali ke gunde ko khana nahi khilao gi” I flip my hair dramatically, lifting my chin higher.
(And your brother actually starts begging me. He says, please feed me with your own hands and I told him I will never feed some street thug like you)
“Wow, bhabhi ka aura hai” Yuv says, saluting me.
“Bhabhi, mujhe bhi bataye kaise bhai ko control me rakhti hai aap” Shaurya asks, stepping closer with a mischievous grin, bending down as if he is about to touch my feet but I instantly move my foot away and shoo him off with an annoyed expression. Mere charan gande ho jaye ge agar koi chue ga to.
(Bhabhi, tell me too how you keep bhai under control)
“Ye sab tum jaiso ke bas ki baat nahi, ye sirf mai kar sakti hu” I say confidently, my voice calm but filled with pride as I stand up from the bed gracefully.
(This is not something people like you can do, only I can do it)
I straighten my clothes and look down at them. All four of them are sitting on the ground, their eyes following my every movement.
“Par aapko bhai ko khana khila dena chahiye tha” Om says softly and I slowly turn my head toward him, my eyes narrowing sharply, my expression instantly turning cold and dangerous.
(But you should have fed bhai)
“Jis jis ko unki side lena hai, abhi ke abhi mere room se bahar nikal lo” I say in a firm, threatening voice, crossing my arms as I glare at him. Om immediately grins innocently like he says nothing wrong.
(Whoever wants to take his side, leave my room right now)
“Mai kiun lu ga unki side, ek number ke bekar insaan hai wo” Om says quickly, his face full of fake disgust, and I nod slowly in satisfaction.
(Why would I take his side? He is a completely useless person.)
“Aur mai kaisi hu” I ask casually, examining my nails like I do not care about his answer but secretly waiting for it. I walk around the room slowly.
(And how am I?)
“Bhabhi, aapki tareef ham gareeb kya kare ge” Ishi says with admiration shining in his eyes, looking at me like I am someone extraordinary and I try to hide my shy smile by keeping my face straight but my eyes betray my happiness.
(Bhabhi, how can poor people like us praise you enough?)
“Bhabhi, aap ne jab se is ghar me kadam rakhe hai, ham dhaniya ho gaye” Yuv says, joining his hands in front of me dramatically, his face full of devotion.
(Bhabhi, since you have stepped into this house, we have become blessed.)
“Dhaniya?” I repeat, looking at him with a confused face, my eyebrows pulling together slightly.
“Dhanya, bhabhi, dhanya” Om corrects me quickly with a soft laugh and I nod slowly like I understand everything. I gently tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear, maintaining my composed and graceful image.
(Blessed, bhabhi, blessed)
“Bhabhi, bas hamare sir se apna hath mat hatana” Shaurya says, looking up at me with hopeful eyes and I raise my hand in front of them, showing my palm like I am blessing them.
(Bhabhi, just never remove your hand of blessing from our heads)
“To bolo, gali gali me shor hai” I say loudly.
“Zayran bhai chor hai” they all shout together, lifting their hands in the air with dramatic seriousness and I nod slowly, a satisfied smile spreading across my lips.
(Now say, there is noise in every street)
(Brother Zayran is a thief)
“Aaj ke liye itna hi, ab kal mile ge aur gyan ki prapti kare ge” I announce, waving my hand like a teacher dismissing her students and they all immediately stand up from the floor obediently.
(That is all for today, now we will meet tomorrow and gain knowledge)
“Aur meri salary aye gi na, to mai tum sab ko chijji khilau gi, khub sari” I say excitedly, jumping slightly in my place, unable to hide my happiness and their eyes instantly shine brightly like they have not seen food in ages, their faces lighting up with pure excitement.
(And when my salary comes, I will feed you all lots and lots of treats)
“Bhabhi, aap mahan hai” they all say together and I grin proudly, enjoying every second of this attention.
(Bhabhi, you are great)
“Aur agar tumare bhai ne tum logo ko hairan kia, to mere pass aa jana, accha sabak sikhau gi un ko” I say seriously, my eyes showing confidence and authority.
(And if your brother troubles you, come to me, I will teach him a good lesson)
Before they can even nod, the door suddenly opens and all our heads instantly turn toward it. He walks inside the room with his usual powerful presence and my heart skips a beat.
I blink rapidly, my mind going blank for a moment, wondering if he hears what I just say.
“Par tu to kisi se nahi darti hai, to ab kiun phat kar char… sorry… churattar ho rahi hai teri” my subconscious mocks me and I gulp hard, my throat turning dry as nervousness slowly creeps inside me.
(But you are not afraid of anyone, so why are you getting so scared now?)
“What are you all doing here?” he asks them. All of them immediately look at him like they are ready to fight him.
“Why can’t we come here? And it is our bhabhi’s room not yours” Yuv says confidently, lifting his chin and I instantly close my eyes tightly, looking down, my heart dropping in fear. Khud ki khabar khud ke hath se khod kar khud hi us me let jati hu mai.
(I dig my own grave with my own hands and lie in it myself)
“Aur waise bhi, aap to bas couch par sote hai, to aap bas couch se matlab rakhiye” Shaurya says boldly and my breathing becomes fast and uneven. Ye meri aakhri sanse hai.
(And anyway, you only sleep on the couch, so you should mind the couch only)
“Aur ham aapki gun se darte nahi hai ab” Om adds bravely, crossing his arms like he fears nothing and I gulp slowly. Sita, ek limit me phenkna chahiye tha naaaaawwww, I cry inside my head, panic spreading through my entire body.
(And we are not afraid of your gun anymore)
“Aap bas sab ko dikhate hai ki aap bahot powerful ho and blah blah… real life me to aap bhabhi se billi ki tarha dar kar rahte ho” Ishi says carelessly.
(You just show everyone that you are very powerful and blah blah… but in real life, you live in fear of bhabhi like a cat)
I stand there frozen, silently praying for Kanha to come and save me. But Kanha bhi bahut chalak hai, ayse time par gayab ho jate hai.
(But Kanha is also very clever, he disappears at times like this)
“Who told you all this?” he finally speaks, his voice rough, low and extremely dangerous. His eyes darken.
“Bhabhi” they all say together without hesitation, pointing their fingers directly at me and I slowly lift my head to look at them, my eyes widening in betrayal. Akal se paidal hai sare ke sare.
(All of them are brainless)
“Jaise tu hai” my subconscious replies instantly.
(Just like you)
“And what else does she told you all?” he asks again, his voice quieter now but far more terrifying. I look at him, my breath hitching in my throat.
He stares directly into my eyes, his tiny, dangerous smile sending chills down my spine. My heart starts pounding violently against my chest. You are dead today, Sita.
“And she told us that you beg her f....” Yuv starts saying boldly but panic shoots through my body and I immediately cut him off before he can finish.
“Stop. And go to your rooms” I say loudly, my eyes widening in warning as I glare at them, silently begging them to leave before they destroy my life completely.
“Bhabhi ne bola is liye jaa rahe hai, warna aapko aaj bata dete ki aap kya ho” Shaurya says, looking straight at him with fearless eyes and the other three nod their heads in agreement as they walk outside the room obediently.
(We are going because bhabhi told us to, otherwise today we would have told you what you really are)
“Mai marne ka natak karti hu” I whisper inside my head, feeling like my soul is already leaving my body.
(I should pretend to die)
“Natak kiun karna, wo abhi tujhe sach me kar dega” my subconscious replies coldly.
(Why pretend? He will actually do it for real now)
“I’m scared of you, haa?” he says slowly, his deep voice low and dangerous as he starts walking toward me step by step.
He throws his coat carelessly on the bed and opens his half man bun, his fingers moving through his hair as he takes another slow step closer to me. I look at him and gulp hard, my throat painfully dry, my heart pounding loudly in my chest.
“Speak now. Tell me what I am” he asks and I immediately take a step back, shaking my head weakly, my courage completely gone.
Suddenly, he pulls out his gun from behind his back and my eyes widen in pure terror.
Before I can even react, my legs start shaking uncontrollably, my body freezing in fear.
He is going to kill me. My back hits the cold wall behind me, stopping my movement completely.
My breathing becomes heavy and uneven and my eyes fill slightly with tears.
He stops right in front of me and leans down toward me, his face dangerously close to mine. His eyes are dark, empty and emotionless, making him look even more terrifying.
“Y…you are…I w…was telling…” I try to speak, my voice trembling badly as I look into his eyes but it becomes impossible to continue. The way he stares at me makes my entire body weak, like I will collapse any second. My vision blurs slightly as fear takes over my senses.
He slowly lifts his gun and I instantly shut my eyes tightly, my heart hammering violently, waiting for the end.
“Don’t kill me” I whisper weakly, pressing myself harder against the wall like I can disappear into it.
I can feel his intense gaze burning into my face. My breathing becomes heavy and uneven, my chest rising and falling rapidly.
Suddenly, I feel the cold metal of the gun touching my forehead. My eyes snap open wide in pure fear and I see his eyes still fixed on mine without blinking. I am scared… but more than fear, I feel something else. Something unfamiliar.
He slowly tucks a loose strand of my hair behind my ear using the gun, the cold metal brushing against my skin. My lips part slightly on their own as I stare into his eyes, unable to look away.
His scent surrounds me completely, dark, strong and addictive, making my mind feel dizzy. His face remains blank but I can hear his heartbeat clearly, loud and fast… matching mine.
His eyes do not leave mine even for a second. His face moves closer and closer to mine, close enough that I can feel his warm breath mixing with mine but still at a distance where he is not touching me.
“My feather” he whispers something softly under his breath, his voice so low that I can barely hear it.
I blink my eyes slowly, confused and before I can understand anything, he suddenly moves away from me. He turns his back and walks inside the closet without another word, leaving me standing there alone with my racing heart.
“What is happening to my heart?” I whisper to myself, placing my trembling hand on my chest, rubbing it slowly as if trying to calm it down.
“Did I like him?” the words leave my lips without permission and I stand there frozen not knowing the answer to my own question.
Zayran walks out of his car in the middle of the night.
The street lights fall on his tall figure as he walks toward his club.
He enters inside and instantly the loud music, the strong smell of alcohol and the sight of people dancing wildly surround him.
But the moment he steps in, everything changes.
People stop dancing. Every eye turns toward him. Not only girls but even boys stare at him. His presence alone is enough to control the entire place.
He is wearing a baggy black sweatshirt and denim jeans. His hair is tied in a half bun, with a few loose strands falling on his forehead, making him look even more dangerous.
He walks straight toward his private room without looking at anyone. He enters inside and plops down on the couch casually, spreading his arms slightly.
A waiter walks inside nervously and places drinks in front of him with slightly trembling hands before leaving quietly. He grabs a glass and takes a slow sip. The drink burns his throat but he likes the pain. It keeps him awake.
“Boss” a man wearing a completely black outfit walks inside. His face is covered with a mask, his hands covered with gloves. He stands in front of Zayran respectfully, his eyes lowered to the ground and his hands behind his back.
“Raze is not someone from my family or close ones. He is an outsider… but someone close to me is working with him” Zayran says calmly, taking another sip of his drink.
The man listens silently not interrupting him even once.
“Raze is not going to come out until he finally decides to kill me… or maybe he has some other plans” Zayran says, his tone turning colder, more dangerous.
The man nods his head and takes out an envelope from inside his coat. He steps forward and places it carefully in front of Zayran.
“Boss, there is a picture of how that Raze kills Ethan. We can recognize Raze by Ethan’s locket, which Raze took from him… and now he is wearing it” the man says respectfully.
Zayran places his glass down slowly and opens the envelope. He takes out the photograph, his eyes focusing sharply on it.
The photo shows Ethan’s brutally killed body. There are countless cuts on his body… deep, cruel cuts. Every cut is in a different pattern. Every pattern looks intentional. Like it is not just violence. It is a message.
Zayran’s eyes scan the picture carefully, his sharp gaze observing every detail, trying to understand the motive and the person behind this brutal act.
He picks up another photo of Raze. In that photo, Raze is wearing a locket shaped like a devil. Zayran’s eyes narrow slightly.
“Anything else?” Zayran asks, leaning back on the seat casually. He spreads his legs slightly, his posture relaxed.
“No, boss. I didn’t find anything else… but I’m trying” the man says nervously, his voice slightly shaky, afraid of disappointing him.
Zayran simply nods his head once not saying anything. His silence itself is enough to create pressure.
“Don’t tell Grover about this” He orders, his eyes fixed outside the room.
The man nods immediately and walks out of the room quietly, leaving him alone with his thoughts.
“Why did you call me so late at night?” Laksh asks as he enters inside the room casually. Zayran immediately places the photos aside without showing any reaction.
“Where were you?” Zayran asks, looking directly at Laksh with sharp eyes.
Laksh smiles widely, his expression playful and teasing. “Yaad kar raha tha tu mujhe, bol na?” Laksh asks, sitting beside Zayran with a shy smile, his fingers playing with the chain attached to Zayran’s sleeve.
(You were missing me?)
Zayran looks at him silently, his gaze intense and Laksh immediately moves back, making an innocent face.
“I was out for some work… and why the fuck on this earth you shoot her hand?” Laksh suddenly shouts, his face turning serious as he remembers it.
Zayran calmly takes another sip of his drink, completely unfazed and places his legs on the table in front of him like it means nothing.
“Meri marzi, meri gun. Mai kahi bhi chalau” He says calmly, his voice careless and cold as he leans back comfortably.
(My wish, my gun. I can fire it anywhere I want)
Laksh scoffs loudly in disbelief and grabs a glass from the table, drinking it in one go like he is trying to calm his frustration.
“To uske hath par kiun mari, sale? Bheje me marta to mujhe bhi sukoon ho jata” Laksh says angrily, rolling his eyes in annoyance as he glares at Zayran.
(Then why did you shoot her hand, idiot? If you had shot her head, even I would have felt peace)
“Her mother and she both of them are eating my brain, telling me to convince you to divorce Sita” Laksh says slowly, watching Zayran carefully.
Zayran’s eyes remain closed and he hums something softly under his breath like none of this affects him at all. His face stays calm, almost peaceful, like he lives in his own world.
“Don’t worry. She is going to leave me and marry someone else soon” Zayran says casually, grabbing another glass from the table and swirling the drink inside it.
Laksh gulps slowly, his throat tightening. He steps closer toward Zayran, fear now visible in his eyes. Not fear for Zayran… but fear for Sita.
“What are you planning to do?” Laksh asks quietly, his voice tense.
Zayran opens his eyes slowly and looks at Laksh with innocent, almost harmless eyes.
“Mai kaha kuch karta hu. Tum logo ne bas mera naam kharab kar rakha hai” He says calmly, taking another sip of his drink, his lips curving slightly.
(I never did anything. you people have only made me look bad)
Laksh makes an annoyed face at his words, knowing very well how dangerous that calmness truly is.
“By the way, did you find anything about Raze?” Laksh asks seriously, looking at Zayran with curious eyes. Zayran slowly shakes his head, his eyes fixed on Laksh’s face, observing him silently.
“Don’t worry. I’ll help you in this” Laksh says, patting Zayran’s back.
Both of them sit there. Laksh keeps talking continuously, his voice filling the silent room, while Zayran listens quietly, drinking his alcohol slowly, his face calm but his mind somewhere else.
“Please forgive me. I’ll not do anything like that again” Grover speaks softly, walking behind Tara in the garden.
Tara walks ahead of him, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her face full of anger and frustration. She walks here and there restlessly, completely ignoring him.
“Look, today I am here. We can go out and spend time together” Grover says again in a soft, baby voice, trying to melt her anger but Tara rolls her eyes in irritation.
“You said this last time also but the moment sir comes in front of you, you forget about me completely” Tara says angrily, her eyes glaring at him.
Grover immediately holds his ears and stands in front of her, his face full of guilt.
“Sometimes I feel like I am third wheeling in his and your relationship” Tara says bitterly, placing her hand on her hip, her posture stiff with anger.
“Tell me, are you really in a relationship with him?” she asks suspiciously, her eyes narrowing as she searches his face for truth. Grover shakes his head immediately, his eyes widening in panic.
“It’s not like that, trust me. And I listen to him because he is my boss” Grover says quickly, trying to explain himself but Tara gives him a clear I don’t believe you look.
Before either of them can say anything else, the sound of a car stopping breaks the tension. Both of them turn their heads instantly.
Zayran walks out of the car.bHe looks slightly drunk, his movements slower but still powerful. His eyes fall directly on Grover.
“Grover, what are you doing here till now? Go home” Zayran says while walking inside the mansion. His voice sounds tired and slow, heavy with alcohol and exhaustion.
“Go home. Your boss is telling you to go” Tara says sarcastically, glaring at Grover before turning around and walking toward her room angrily.
Grover immediately runs after her, apologizing continuously, his voice desperate as he tries to calm her down, saying sorry again and again.
Zayran walks inside his room silently. His vision is blurry because of the alcohol and sleep pulling at his senses. He closes the door slowly and carefully behind him.
He walks inside the closet to change his outfit but suddenly stops. Something feels strange. His eyes fall on his cupboard door. It is slightly open.
His expression hardens instantly. He walks toward it slowly and opens it fully. His sharp eyes scan everything inside carefully and it does not go unnoticed by him that things are slightly misplaced.
Someone touches his things. He opens the locker inside. The moment he sees inside, he closes his eyes slowly.
His file is not there. The file that contains records of all his illegal work… is gone.
He closes the locker door and takes a deep breath. He turns his head toward the room door.
“Phir log kahte hai mai bura hu” he says slowly, innocently.
(And then people say I am the bad one)
These words are not just words. They carry destruction. For someone else… or maybe for himself.
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