The Sinister

28.

“Boss, please kill me” the man begs, lying on the floor covered in blood. His body is completely fine not a single scratch on his skin but his eyes are in the worst condition.

They are red, swollen and bleeding. Tears slip down from the corners, mixing with blood. He cries but not loudly because his boss does not like a loud voice in front of him.

“I am not a monster who will kill you” Zayran says slowly, taking a calm puff of his cigarette.

His voice is low and steady, almost gentle, which makes it more terrifying. Smoke leaves his lips as he walks back and forth, his polished shoes echoing against the floor.

His face shows no anger, no rush, only deep thought, as if he is solving a business problem not destroying a man’s life.

Grover and the other guards stand at a distance, their backs straight but their minds full of confusion. They keep exchanging small glances.

Instead of asking the man why he steals his file and to whom he gives it, their boss is only torturing him. Not his whole body...no. Only his eyes. As if that is the real crime.

Zayran suddenly grabs a glass spray bottle from the table. The transparent liquid inside shines under the light. He bends down slowly until he reaches the man’s level.

He lifts the man’s chin with two fingers, forcing him to face him. Then he sprays the liquid directly into the man’s eyes.

The man screams and starts writhing in unbearable pain, his body shaking violently. His fingers dig into the floor as if he can escape the burning.

Zayran sprays more acid into his eyes without any change in his expression. Blood begins to flow out, mixing with tears.

“You came to my room, you stole the file, you betrayed me… okay, I forgive you for all that” he says slowly, his voice almost whispering as he leans closer to the guard’s ear. “But looking at my wife? That is a sin. And you are paying for that sin of yours”

His jaw tightens slightly, the only sign of his anger. He sprays more acid into the man’s eyes, watching him suffer without blinking.

Last night, when Zayran walked out of the closet, his eyes fell on Sita. Her T-shirt had lifted just a little, just a tiny bit and a small part of her stomach was peeking out. It was nothing big just a soft glimpse of her skin under the dim light.

He is not angry that the file is missing. He is not furious that it may fall into dangerous hands and destroy his empire. No. He is aggressive because that guard looks at his wife. That is the real crime in his eyes.

Grover gulps slowly, his throat going dry as he watches his boss torture the man without mercy. He does not feel sad for the guard. The guard deserves it in his world.

But he feels something heavy for his boss. What has love turned him into?Instead of searching for the stolen file and finding the people behind this betrayal, he is here, burning a man’s eyes because he looks at his wife. Love has made him more dangerous, more sensitive, more unpredictable.

“Boss… he is dead” Grover finally speaks, his voice careful and low. Zayran lifts his gaze from the guard’s lifeless body. The man lies still now, his face twisted in pain even in death.

For a second, something like sadness passes through Zayran’s eyes. He nods his head slowly, almost disappointed.

“They are so bad, Grover. Is ne mujh par war kiya, main zinda hoon, par maine thoda sa chhua kiya, yeh toh mar gaya” Zayran says as he wears his dark shades.

(He attacked me and I am still alive but I only touched him a little and he died)

His tone is calm, almost thoughtful, as if he is analyzing a simple fact. He turns and walks out of the abandoned building where the guard was hiding.

“Boss, they are all weak, unlike you. You are strong...no, you are the strongest” Grover says quickly, trying to match his boss’s pace as he walks behind him with the other guards following silently.

“Boss, where is your file?” Grover asks, as if he is talking about some random document and not the freaking file that holds all of Zayran’s records.

“I don’t know, Grover… and I think I am going to be behind bars soon” Zayran says sadly and sits inside the car.

But he is Zayran Kaalver. He knows exactly what he is doing. He knows when to act weak and when to play his cards. The sadness on his face may be real or it may just be another move in his dangerous game.

Sita is sitting under a tree in the garden. The moonlight falls softly over her face. She looks up at the sky, her eyes filled with sadness and so is her heart. She tries hard to stop herself from crying. She presses her lips together and blinks again and again, forcing the tears to stay inside.

The cold night breeze hits her face, making her close her eyes for a moment as she tries to take a peaceful breath, as if the wind can carry away her pain.

“Ma’am…” a voice comes from behind. She slowly looks up and sees Grover standing there, keeping a respectful distance.

“Are you okay, ma’am?” he asks gently.

She just looks at him for a few seconds, her eyes tired and heavy and then slowly shakes her head.

She hug her knees tightly as if she is trying to hold herself together.

Her fingers grip her dress and her shoulders tremble slightly.

Grover stands there awkwardly not knowing what to say or how to help.

“I… if you want, you can share it with me” Grover says politely, his voice soft and careful.

Sita looks up at him again. For a moment, she hesitates. She wants to take everything out of her heart, everything she keeps locked inside for years. The pain, the memories, they all press against her chest.

“I am in love with a man, Grover… from the past four years” she says finally. Her eyes glisten with tears as the words leave her mouth. Her voice shakes slightly but she does not look away. Grover’s eyes widen in shock as he tries to process what he just hears.

“He is the kind of man every girl dreams of marrying… just like I do. But everything is messed up” Sita says with a painful smile on her face. Each word she speaks carries heaviness and silent suffering.

“W… who is he, ma’am?” Grover asks slowly and hesitantly. His voice is careful, almost afraid of the answer.

Sita smiles softly as his face appears in front of her eyes. Her expression changes completely. The sadness in her eyes mixes with a gentle warmth.

“He is the son of one of my relatives” she says quietly.

Grover just looks at his madam, his heart feeling heavy for her… and then suddenly heavy for his boss too. He lowers his gaze for a second not knowing whose side fate is standing on.

“He also has feelings for me. He called me today and told me that he will take me away from here soon” she says. Her fingers tighten around the edge of her dress as if she is holding onto that hope tightly.

“Y… you will leave my boss?” Grover asks slowly. His face turns serious and sad at the same time. His jaw tightens and his brows slightly furrow. Sita nods her head slowly.

“G… Grover, I can’t stay here. I feel suffocated. I feel like running away from here forever. And he… he is not someone whom I am meant to be with” she says honestly. Her voice cracks a little at the end.

Grover just listens, gulping slowly, his throat dry. He does not interrupt her.

Sita slowly gets up from the ground and dusts her dress. The night breeze moves her hair slightly across her face.

“What is his name, ma’am?” Grover asks quietly.

Sita smiles again before speaking his name, as if the name itself is precious to her.

“Sarthak” she says, looking towards the sky. A genuine and happy smile spreads across her face as his name leaves her lips. Anyone can see that she truly loves him just by looking at her expression.

“Grover, I never told this to anyone but I told you today. So please don’t say anything about this to anyone” she says, her eyes turning pleading.

Grover looks at her for a moment and then nods his head silently, accepting the weight of her secret.

“Okay, ma’am” he says softly.

Sita gives him a small smile and then starts walking back inside the mansion. Her steps are slow and lost in thought.

She walks upstairs quietly and pushes open the door of her room. The moment she enters, she coughs lightly because of the strong smell of cigratee filling the air.

I look at him. He is sitting on the couch with his eyes closed, his head resting back, a cigarette between his fingers. He is smoking again. Khud ke lungs to kharab kar hi rahe hai, mere bhi kar denge.

(He is already ruining his own lungs, he will ruin mine too)

I walk towards the bed without saying anything and lie down, covering myself with the duvet up to my chest, trying to ignore him and the heavy tension in the room.

“Someone stole my file” I jerk up on the bed as soon as he says those words. My eyes widen and my mouth falls slightly open in shock.

“I didn’t stole it” I say in fear, my voice shaking. I nervously touch my throat as if swearing on myself. He stares at me like I am the one responsible. His eyes are sharp.

“Trust me. I didn't” I repeat quickly.

He slowly gets up from the couch and starts walking towards the bed. Each step he takes feels heavy, making my heartbeat faster. I gulp hard, my fingers gripping the duvet tightly. D… does he believe that I am the one who stole it?

“Humne sach mein nahi churai aapki file” I say slowly, my voice trembling as I hold the bedsheet tightly in my fists.

(I really did not steal your file)

He keeps walking towards me and then bends down slowly to my level. His face comes closer, his presence overwhelming. I can feel the faint smell of smoke on him.

“Your father told me he has found someone for you and you are going to leave me soon” he says calmly.

My movements stop completely. My breath gets stuck in my chest. I slowly lift my eyes and look into his. They are blank, cold impossible to read. I am not able to understand what he is thinking right now and that scares me more than his anger.

“Will you lock me up if I run away from you?” I ask slowly, my voice almost a whisper. A small smile appears on his lips.

“I won’t” he says calmly. But the meaning behind his words… only he understands it.

Only he knows the power he holds, his power over people, over situations, over me. He knows what he is capable of doing and what he can actually do if he wants. And I am completely unaware of all of that.

“Y… you have feelings for me?” I ask, finally voicing the question that keeps bothering my heart.

“No” he replies instantly without even waiting for a second.

Something breaks inside my heart quietly, I feel it. A small crack spreading through my chest.

“Okay… answer these questions of mine honestly” I say, leaning a little closer to him, forcing him to take a slight step back.

“I won’t answer any of your questions” he says firmly. He straightens up and turns around as if he is about to leave.

But I quickly get up from the bed and stand in front of him, blocking his way. I glare at him, forgetting for a moment who he really is, forgetting that he carries a gun with him, forgetting the danger that surrounds his name.

“You shot her because she raises her hand on me. And you take a stand for me in front of your whole family, right?” I say, taking a step forward. My eyes look deeply into his, trying to catch every small emotion hiding there.

He steps back slightly, surprised by my sudden boldness. I take another small step not letting him escape. Instead of answering me, he suddenly smiles and sits down on the bed calmly, as if I just amuse him.

“You are very intelligent” he speaks, leaning back and pressing his hand on the mattress behind him, sitting comfortably like a king watching a show.

I feel heat rise to my cheeks. I try hard to control my blush, turning my face slightly away so he does not notice how his words affect me.

“Yes, I am” I say and fold my arms over my chest confidently. He knows I am intelligent. He knows he married an intelligent woman. Uff, kanhaaa. Kya karu main apni is perfection ka?

(Uff, kanhaaa. What should I do with my perfection?)

“Then find out what was the intention behind my actions” he says. I take a deep breath and glare at him.

I want the answer to my question. I want to hear him say that he is just playing with my emotions, so I can stop myself from… nothing.

“From falling in love with him” my subconscious shout. I bite my inner cheek, trying to control my anger and the truth that tries to come out.

“I said answer my question” I repeat, glaring at him stubbornly.

“After three days, they'll hang me to death because they have my file with them” he says casually.

My arms slowly loosen from my chest. My heart aches painfully inside me.

“W… who has your file?” I ask softly, my voice no longer strong. He looks directly into my eyes before answering.

“Commissioner and your father” My eyes widen in shock. My breath stops for a second. I open my mouth to say something but no words come out. My mind goes blank.

Slowly, I take a few steps and sit on the bed beside him, keeping a safe distance between us.

“W… wouldn’t you do something about this?” I ask and turn my head towards him. Even I do not know why I ask this question. I should feel happy. I should feel relieved that I am finally going to leave him. But I am not happy. Not at all.

“You want me to do something?” he asks quietly. The way he asks makes goosebumps rise on my skin. His voice holds something dangerous, something terrible and powerful. It feels like one word from me can start a war.

I want my baba safe and sound… and somewhere deep inside, I also want him to be safe.

“D… don’t do anything to my baba, please” I say softly, looking down at the floor. I cannot meet his eyes because I know my baba’s intentions. He can never do anything wrong.

“You don’t need to say please” he says quietly and gets up from the bed.

My head lifts up instantly and my heart skips a beat. H… he is a liar. He definitely has feelings for me. Or maybe he wants to destroy me in some other way.

What the hell is happening between us? Everything feels so confusing, so tangled.

“S… should I take the file from baba?” The words leave my mouth before I can stop them.

He stops in his tracks and slowly turns towards me. His eyes… they look different now. Darker. Deeper. Something unreadable flashes in them.

“Aur aap aisa kyun karengi?” he asks calmly.

(And why would you do that?)

I have no answer to his question. My lips part slightly but no words come out. I look here and there, avoiding his intense gaze.

“No need to do anything” he says and walks to the couch before lying down casually.

I sat there, just looking at him. My heart aches hearing his words. What if something really happens to him? Should I tell baba not to do anything against him? But baba will never listen to me.

“Kanha, please save him” I whisper softly, praying as I look towards Kanha.

I wake up in an irritated mood because my phone keeps ringing continuously not stopping for even a second. Groaning in frustration, I grab it from the side table and squint at the screen. It’s Anu. I receive the call and press the phone to my ear, my eyes still half-closed with sleep.

“Hello, di” she says cheerfully and I groan slowly, rubbing my face with my palm.

“Haan, main hi hoon. Subah subah neend kyun kharab ki tune?” I say it in an annoyed voice, dragging my hand down my face while sitting up lazily.

(Yes, it’s me. Why did you ruin my sleep so early in the morning?)

“Guess karo kyun phone kiya” she says playfully and I fall back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, already planning to cut the call. But her next words freeze me in place.

“Okay, main batati hoon. Sarthak ko kal kisi ne bahot maara hai, itna ki woh serious condition mein hai. Aur to aur uski job chali gayi aur uncle ka business bhi band ho gaya” The moment her words sink in, I sit up straight on the bed.

My eyes widen and my heart starts racing unevenly inside my chest.

(Okay, I’ll tell you. Someone beat Sarthak badly yesterday, so badly that he is in serious condition. And not only that, he lost his job and uncle’s business has also shut down)

“What?” I shout, my voice filled with shock as I jump out of my frozen state.

“Yes, di. And trust me, kisi ne bahut gandi wali dushmani nikali hai uske saath” I swallow slowly, my throat suddenly dry.

(Yes, sister. And trust me, someone has taken a very cruel revenge on him)

“Di, main aapko call karti hoon aur information nikal kar” she says quickly before cutting the call.

(Sister, I’ll call you after I gather more information)

The line disconnects. I remain standing on the bed, unable to sit, unable to think. My mind goes blank for a second as I try to process everything.

“Kanhaaaaaaaa!” I scream loudly and jump on the bed. Tears slip out of my eyes but they are not of sadness, they are of pure happiness. I laugh loudly, almost hysterically, jumping so high that it feels like my head might hit the ceiling.

“Sita, tu kitni intelligent hai!” I praise myself proudly and pat my own shoulder with a wide grin spreading across my face.

(Sita, you are so intelligent!)

I climb down from the bed and start doing a crazy happy dance, shaking my hips and waist in the most weird way possible. I don’t care how I look. I don’t care about anything. I am just so unbelievably happy.

“Sarthak, kutta kamine ke baccha” I hiss under my breath, my eyes burning with anger. “Ab pata chalega use Sita kaun hai”

(Sarthak, you dog, you son of a bastard. Now he will see who Sita really is)

My chest rises and falls heavily as memories rush back. In childhood, he troubles me and my brother and sister so much. He never leaves a single chance to insult us.

And his disgusting father… he humiliates my baba again and again, always trying to show him as small and worthless. He says so many hurtful things to us that even remembering them makes my fists clench tightly. But this time, I am not that helpless little girl. I'm chalak girl huh.

Yesterday, I told everything to Grover very carefully, step by step, exactly the way I had planned it.

Because I know him too well. I knew he would run straight to his boss and repeat every single word without missing anything.

And his boss… that pyara sa husband of mine is always already sitting there, ready to tear apart my close ones.

I knowingly said those things, that Sarthak was going to take me away from here. I wanted him to do something terrible to Sarthak. And look what happened, both Grover and his boss did such a great work.

“Oh my Goddddd, Sita, you are so intelligent yaarrr!” I laugh loudly, pressing my palm dramatically against my chest.

“Ab ek ek karke apne rishtedaron se pyaar karungi taki mere husband sab ki band baja de” I grin wickedly, my eyes sparkling with mischief. “Ufff Sita, tere dimaag ko kisi ki nazar na lage!”

(Now one by one, I will show love to my relatives so that my husband destroys them all. Uff Sita, may no evil eye ever fall on your brain!)

I shout proudly and start shaking my entire body while dancing crazily around the room. My hands move wildly, my hips sway without rhythm and my laughter fills the air.

“Sita se takrao ge, mitti mein mil jaoge!” I punch the air dramatically like a hero in a movie, my chin lifted high in pride.

(Clash with Sita, and you will turn into dust!)

But suddenly, a knock echoes on the door. I freeze. Within a second, I stop dancing and quickly sit down on the bed like an innocent, well-behaved girl. I straighten my clothes, fix my hair.

“Woh thoda sa dance karke dikha deti tooo…” My subconscious whispers teasingly and I roll my eyes inside my head.

(You could have shown a little bit of that dance though…)

Aisi koi aankh nahi hai is duniya mein jo Sita ka dance dekhne ke kabil hai, huh.

(There is no eye in this world worthy enough to see Sita’s dance, huh)

I look up at him and my breath hitches in my throat. He is wearing a white gym ki banyan, the fabric stretching perfectly over his hard chest and strong arms. His skin glows under the light and he looks so unfairly hot that for a second I forget how to blink.

I have a crush on him… but if he keeps looking like this every day, I might aCtUaLlY start liking him for real.

“You already love him, bitch” my subconscious shout.

I steal a glance at him from the corner of my eyes. He is busy doing something on his phone, his full attention fixed on the screen. Not even once does he look at me.

He must be thinking I am sad because he beats Sarthak. He must believe I am heartbroken or upset. But he will never know that I am the mastermind behind everything.

I smirk slightly at my own thoughts and get up from the bed. Before he can move, I quickly enter the bathroom to get ready for the day. As soon as the door closes behind me, I start doing my silent happy dance again, swaying my hips and spinning in excitement.

Zayran slowly lifts his eyes from his phone and looks at the door where his wife disappears just a moment ago. A slow smirk curves on his lips. He runs his hand through his damp hair, pushing it back casually.

“My feather, you are so innocent. You really think I believe your words?” he murmurs softly.

His mind drifted back to last night, to the moment when his men beat Sarthak without mercy.

Grover told him everything, before she could reach her room from the garden, Every single word she said. Zayran already understood why she purposely told Grover all that. He knew her little plan.

“You are going to leave me in two days, my feather” he says softly, his voice suddenly turning gentle and sad. “Don’t leave me or I’ll cry… or maybe I’ll die in three days”

He looks at her photo placed in the frame on the nightstand, his eyes filled with innocence.

But behind that soft expression, the sinister man inside him shakes his head at his own acting.

Let’s see what will happen after three days… and how Zayran Kaalver will play his game this time.

—

High-ranking police officers are sitting inside a conference room. Zayran’s file lies in the center of the table, thick and heavy, like the weight of his crimes. The atmosphere in the room is serious and tense.

“But first, we have to arrest him and complete the legal process. We cannot directly take him to the Supreme Court and give him the death sentence” one officer says firmly.

The others nod their heads in agreement, except the Commissioner. He remains silent, his expression unreadable as his eyes stay fixed on the file in front of him.

“I know. But if we delay, then he will surely save himself. There are more than five hundred solid proofs against him. Every workplace of his, every illegal deal, everything is written in this file. We can’t wait and risk anything” the Commissioner says firmly.

The other officers listen carefully. Slowly, a few of them nod their heads. They know he is right.

“We waited for so long to get this file. And now that we have it, we will not stop” he adds, his voice filled with determination.

“But you got this file so easily, sir?” one of the officers asks, narrowing his eyes slightly in curiosity.

The Commissioner laughs slowly. It is not a normal laugh, it is dark, cold and almost evil.

“One of his family members helps me” he says casually.

The other officers look at him in confusion. Their brows furrow and they exchange silent glances, trying to guess who it could be.

“For now, just think about how we can take him to the Supreme Court and make sure he gets the death sentence” the Commissioner says, leaning back in his chair confidently.

“Don’t worry about it, sir. We will find a way. In three days, he will be in the Supreme Court and he will get the death sentence” one of the officers says with certainty.

The others nod their heads slowly, their eyes fixed on the thick file lying on the table, the same file that is going to change Zayran’s life completely.

How was the chapterrrrr?????

Fav part????

What will happen after three days??????

Ahhh I'm scareddddd mere bete ko kya ho ga?????