The Sinister

21.

“Hm, take care” I tells softly and cut the call. My thumb lingers on the screen for a moment before it slowly falls to my side. I was talking to Anu. Baba is recovering.

I walk toward the bed and sit down slowly, the mattress sinking slightly under my weight. My hands rest beside me and my fingers curl into the bedsheet unconsciously. My eyes remain fixed on the floor.

“He is not that bad… I think” I whisper to myself, my voice barely audible even to my own ears.

“Darinda hai wo, manti hu but mere sath kabhi kuch galat nahi kia us ne” My throat feels dry as the words leave my mouth.

(He is a monster, I admit it but he has never done anything wrong to me)

“Baba par jis ne attack kia, use roka. Jab maine use arrest karwaya, tab bhi us ne mujhe kuch nahi kia. Aur do din ho gaye hain mujhe yaha par… us ne galat nahi kia kuch bhi mere sath” I speak slowly to myself.

(He stopped the one who attacked Baba. Even when I got him arrested, he did nothing to me. And it has been two days since I am here… he has not done anything wrong to me)

“Sita, maine to pahle hi kaha tha, wo darinda nahi hai” my subconscious speaks calmly, as if trying to make me understand something I am refusing to see.

(Sita, I told you before, he is not a monster)

“Wo chahta to maoke ka fayda utha kar tere sath kuch bhi kar sakta tha. Wo chahta to tujh se zabardasti shadi kar sakta tha, ya shayd us se bhi bura. Wo chahta to tujhe aur teri family ko khatam kar deta. Aur jab tu yaha aai thi, use pata tha tere real intention… but us ne kuch nahi kia tere sath, Sita. Wo bura nahi hai” My subconscious explains and I just listen to it silently.

(If he wanted, he could have taken advantage of the opportunity and done anything to you.

If he wanted, he could have forced you into marriage or maybe something even worse.

If he wanted, he could have finished you and your family.

And when you came here, he knew your real intention…

but he did nothing to you, Sita. He is not bad)

“Baat to sahi hai… but wo bahut bada manipulater hai” I whisper, shaking my head slowly in denial.

(That is true… but he is a manipulator)

“And you should not take his side so much”My jaw tightens and I look away, as if arguing with someone standing in front of me.

“Just because he did nothing wrong to me, he does it with the rest of the world, right” My voice becomes slightly firmer, trying to convince myself.

“Are pagal, tu past ki wajah se kisi ko hate mat kar. Aur har insan ek jaisa nahi hota, samjhi. Kya tu tere siblings ko aur tere dushman ko same treatment de gi?”My subconscious asks. I remain silent for a moment. Then slowly… I shake my head.

(You fool, do not hate someone because of the past. And every person is not the same, understand. Will you treat your siblings and your enemy the same way?)

“Just like that, he treats everyone according to what they deserve. Aur aaj ke time me koi shareef nahi hota, samjhi na” my subconscious says again.

(Just like that, he treats everyone according to what they deserve. And in today’s time, no one is innocent, understood)

I slowly nod my head, my lips pressing together as I understand its point of view.

“Okay, I accept… he is not bad but he is not good either” I Mutters quietly and push myself up from the bed.

“My subconscious keeps roasting me all the time, and now it is taking his side… huh. Your own people are the real traitors” I mutter under my breath, narrowing my eyes slightly in annoyance.

“Mai kya kisi ki side lu, tu khud usko pasand karti hai” my subconscious whispers, its voice teasing.

(Why would I take anyone’s side? You yourself like him)

My eyes widen instantly in shock and my heartbeat quickens. “Mai aur use pasand? Huh, never” I say immediately, my voice defensive and firm.

Just then, I hear a soft, familiar laughter. “Kanha…” I whisper softly. “Kanha, I don’t like him” I explains to him, my brows furrowing as I try to sound convincing.

“Mera muh mat hi khulwao, sakhi, to accha hai” Kanha says. Licking makkhan.

(It is better if you do not make me open my mouth, my friend)

I huff in frustration, crossing my arms over my chest. Before I can say anything else, I hear a knock on the door.

My body stiffens slightly. I uncross my arms and walk toward the door slowly. I open the door. His mother and his chachi walk inside.

I gulp slowly, my throat suddenly feeling dry. My fingers curl slightly at my sides as I look at them, confused about why they are here. They both look at me with strange, soft smiles on their faces.

I force a small, awkward smile back, even though my confusion grows.

“I… we… bhabhi, aap bolo” his chachi says nervously, glancing at his mother.

(I… we… sister-in-law, you speak)

I look toward his mother immediately. Her eyes widen slightly as if she is caught off guard. “Mai kya? Tu bol” she says, looking back at chachi.

(Why me? You speak)

I shift my weight uncomfortably, my fingers nervously playing with the edge of my dupatta as I look between both of them.

“Actually… hame… umm… hum wo… bhabhi, aap bolo” his chachi starts speaking again, stumbling over her words.

(Actually… we… umm… we… sister-in-law, you speak)

Jaldi bolo, meri chai thandi ho jayegi.

“We like you very much and we are very happy that you both got married” his mother says in one breath, her voice filled with happiness.

I blink my eyes repeatedly, my mind going completely blank. What… is happening in this house.

“Actually, we never thought that he would marry anyone but seeing you both get married… umm… it’s… you know… it’s a good thing” his chachi says, her voice stuttering and confused, as if she herself still cannot believe it.

She looks at me carefully, her fingers twisting together nervously. I just stand there, frozen not understanding anything. My mind feels blan and I slowly nod my head, even though nothing makes sense to me.

“We are sorry” his mother says slowly. She walks toward me.

I just look at her with a blank face, my eyes searching hers for answers. She reaches forward and holds my hand slowly. Her touch is warm. She squeezes it gently, as if trying to comfort me.

“We are sorry for the way they all talked to you downstairs yesterday” she says softly. Her voice carries regret.

A small smile slowly forms on my lips. My chest feels lighter for a moment. Not everyone is bad in this house… I think quietly to myself.

“You can do whatever you want here. It’s your house and you don’t need anyone’s permission” his mother says.

She lifts her other hand and cups my face gently, her fingers resting softly on my cheek. Her touch is loving, almost motherly. I blink slowly, surprised by her affection.

“And if you ever want someone to talk to, you can come to us, hmm” they say softly. I nod my head.

They both smile at me warmly before turning around and walking out of the room. The door closes behind them softly.

I remain standing there. My eyes stay fixed on the door. What exactly is happening in this house. And I am going to leave this mansion soon. I don’t need anyone.

Just then, I hear another knock on the door. Before I can react, the door opens and he walks inside.

He is talking on the phone, his voice low and serious. My eyes immediately fall on his face and hands. There are bruises on his knuckles. A faint bruise marks his face too.

My breath catches slightly. His hair is open, falling carelessly over his shoulders. A few strands fall over his forehead. His hair looks so.... I immediately look away, my heart beating faster for no reason.

“I’ll call you later” he says into the phone and cuts the call. His voice is calm and emotionless.

I quickly look away from him and walk toward the bed. I sit down slowly, keeping my eyes anywhere but on him.

He walks past me without saying anything and enters the closet. I release a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

Then another knock comes on the door. “Ahhh, kitne log baki hain aur aana?” I think, annoyed, looking toward the door.

(Ahhh, how many people are still left to come?)

Before I can move, the door opens and Tara walks inside, pushing a trolley. A smile immediately appears on my face.

“Subha se kaha thi tu?” I say, getting up quickly and glaring at her.

(Where were you since morning?)

She ignores my glare completely. She calmly pushes the trolley forward and places the dishes on the table, her face neutral as if my question does not affect her at all.

“Kaam hote hain mujhe, samjhi na” she says casually, flipping her hair dramatically and it hits my face.

(I have work to do)

I immediately make an annoyed face, narrowing my eyes at her. “Izzat kar le, malkin hu teri” I say, lifting my chin proudly and flipping my hair back in attitude.

(Show some respect, I am your madam)

“Ohooooooooooo… malkin. Not bad” she says, dragging the word teasingly.

Her lips curl into a mischievous smile as she leans slightly closer to me.

“Waise malkin, kya jadu kiya hai aapne apne husband par?” she asks, her eyes sparkling.

(By the way, madam, what magic have you done on your husband?)

I blink repeatedly, my brows pulling together in confusion as I look at her. “He told the chef to send his and your meal to the room from today” she says.

My heart skips a beat.

“He is not going to eat with his family but with his wife” she adds and bumps her shoulder lightly against mine.

I freeze completely. I just stand there in shock, my mind trying to process her words. It must be something else. It has to be.

Before I can say anything, he walks out of the closet. Tara immediately straightens, quickly placing everything properly on the table.

Without saying anything else, she walks out of the room, leaving me alone with him. The door closes behind her softly. Silence fills the room.

I just stare at him. He is wearing a black banyan and black trousers. His shoulders are broad. His arms are exposed. The bruises on his knuckles look darker now. He looks… umm… nothing.

“See, how much of a gentleman he is. At least he is not roaming around half naked” my subconscious speaks proudly. I press my lips together, trying to ignore it.

He does not sit down to eat. Instead, he walks toward his table and sits down, opening his computer. His face remains calm, as his fingers start moving on the keyboard.

I just stand there, staring at him.

Isn’t he going to eat? And his bruises…

“Aap nahi khayenge?” The words leave my mouth without my knowing, without my will, without my permission.

(Won’t you eat?)

My eyes widen immediately in horror at my own words. I close my eyes tightly and quickly turn my face to the other side. Kanha, apne paas bula lo. Ho gaya mera.

(Kanha, I am done)

I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. I walk toward the couch slowly and sit down, picking up my plate with slightly trembling hands.

I try my best to ignore the raita jo maine phaye laya hai. My fingers tighten around the plate. From the corner of my eye, I see him stand up.

My heartbeat increases instantly. I see him walking toward me. My toes curl under the table in fear, my body becoming stiff. He will think I am dying to have dinner with him.

But I am not. You guys know that, right.

“Biwi mood on” he says. His voice carries amusement.

I do not look at him but I can feel it. I can feel him smiling. He smiles rarely. And when he does, his smiles are always mocking.

“And charming” my subconscious speaks shyly.

I ignore it completely and lower my gaze to my plate, forcing myself to concentrate on my food. My fingers move mechanically as I break a small piece of roti but my mind is not here.

“That day… when you cried… was it real or fake?” he asks after some time. His voice is calm. Too calm.

I slowly lift my head. He is eating his food, his eyes focused on his plate. His face shows nothing. No emotion.

I gulp hard. My throat tightens painfully. I hate myself for that day. I still hate myself. I cried that day for him because he…I hate myself.

“You know… no one ever cried for me like you did” he speaks quietly. My breath stops.b

He finally looks up from his plate. Our eyes meet. His eyes are calm, deep and searching. My chest tightens painfully.

I want to cry so badly at this moment. He… he is not the person the world knows. He… he is looking like…Stop, Sita.

“I didn’t cry for you” I say quickly and look down immediately. I avoid his eyes. They are distracting me.

“That day, you cried for me… and now you ask me for dinner” he says. His voice is quieter now.

“I barely had dinner. No one asked me about it. And if someone did ask, I just ignored it… and they left the topic instead of forcing me to eat” he says calmly.

My jaw clenches tightly. My fingers grip the plate harder. My knuckles turn pale.

“I’m behaving strangely” he says after a moment. His voice carries slight confusion.

“I don’t know why I feel like talking” he adds and chuckles softly at the end. The sound is low. Real. Not mocking. Not cruel. Just… human.

“Kanha… what is happening to me” I whisper silently inside my mind.

“Don’t you fear that I might leak your plans, mission details and other things… because I’m your wife now?” I say. My voice tries to sound firm but inside, I am reminding myself of only one thing.

I hate him.

He slowly looks up at me again. A smirk appears on his lips. And there he is. Darinda is back, guys.

“Aap manti hai ki aap hamari biwi hai” he says, chewing his food slowly.

(You accept that you are my wife)

My eyes widen slightly at his words. My breath gets stuck in my throat. I immediately look away from him, my fingers tightening around the edge of my plate.

“I’ll be patiently waiting for that day… when you do these things” he says calmly.

I do not look at him but I know. I know he is smirking evilly. Darinda. But use kya pata mai bhi Sita Tiwari hu… aysa sabak si...

(I am Sita Tiwari… I will teach him such a lesson)

“Sorry to interrupt but Sita Zayran Kalveer” Kanha says teasingly. I cough suddenly, my thoughts breaking instantly.

At the same moment, his hand comes into my view. He is holding a glass of water. He passes it to me calmly. I take it from his hand. My fingers brush his slightly. My breath falters.

I immediately look away and gulp the water quickly, trying to calm myself.

“I added poison in the water” he says calmly. I nod my head automatically.

Then my mind processes his words.

Wait. Whatttttt.

“What!” I shout loudly and jump up from the couch.

My heart starts pounding violently. I stare at the glass in my hand in complete disbelief. My fingers start trembling.

Then I look at him. He leans back on the couch comfortably. Smirking.

“I’ll kill you if I die” I say angrily, my voice shaking.

My hand immediately moves to my throat. My breathing becomes uneven. I feel something strange. I… I am feeling…My eyes fill with tears. I look at him helplessly.

“You are so bad. I’ll tell Kanha to punish you badly once I die. You are really bad” I say, my voice shaking as I try my best not to cry.

My eyes burn with unshed tears. He suddenly gets up. He walks toward me. His face is blank. No emotion. No hesitation.

Fear runs through my entire body. I shiver uncontrollably and take a step back. My heart pounds loudly in my chest. I… is he going to kill me with his hands? My head starts spinning. My throat feels tight. Kanh.

He stops right in front of me. He just stands there. Staring at me. Watching me. My chin wobbles helplessly. I sniff slowly, trying to hold myself together.

He lifts his hand. My eyes widen instantly in fear. Is he going to slap me? I blink my eyes rapidly. But instead… He takes the glass from my hand. My breath stops.

He brings it to his lips and drinks the water from it. My eyes widen in shock. My heart races unevenly.

“Let’s die together” he says after gulping the remaining water. I just stare at him. Frozen. Shocked.

He places the empty glass aside casually. Then he turns around and walks toward his table. He sits down and starts working on his computer again like nothing happened.

I blink my eyes repeatedly. Was he joking with me?

“Par ye darinda kab se joke karne laga…” I whisper under my breath.

(But since when did this monster start joking…)

“Mai mari nahi…” I mumble slowly, still in disbelief.

(I didn’t die…)

“Zaher, zaher ko katta hai” he says calmly without even looking at me.

(Poison cuts poison)

My mouth opens in disbelief. And anger. “Darinda kahi ka…” I mumble under my breath angrily.

(Such a monster…)

I touch my throat slowly, still feeling shaken. Then I turn around and walk toward the closet to change.

“Par agar us pani me sach me zaher hoga to… aur us darinde ne pehle hi antidote le liya hoga to… mai to pakka mar jaugi…” I whisper to myself, my heart pounding loudly inside my chest.

(But what if there was really poison in that water… and that monster had already taken the antidote… then I will definitely die…)

My breathing becomes uneven.

Fear slowly crawls inside me. Kanhaaaaaaaaa… dekha aap ne… maine kaha tha na ye bahut bura hai… maine kya hi kisi ko takleef pahunchati hu kisi ko… ye to mera bhi baap nikla isme…” I complain helplessly inside my mind.

(Kanha… did you see… I told you he is very bad)

“Agar mai raat ko soi aur isne mujhe goli maar di to… ya mujhe utha kar balcony se phenk diya to…” I whisper, my imagination making everything worse.

(What if I sleep at night and he shoots me… or lifts me and throws me from the balcony…)

“Itni bhi halki nahi hai tu, samjhi” my subconscious says firmly.

(You are not that weak, understood.)

“Kanhaaaa…” I whisper again helplessly.

I quickly change my clothes, my hands moving nervously. Then I walk out of the closet slowly.

He is still sitting on his chair. His back faces me. He is wearing headphones now. His body is relaxed. He slightly swings on the chair. Ahhhhhhh.

I walk toward the bed slowly and lie down. My body feels tired but my mind refuses to rest. My head turns toward him again without my permission.

He is still working. His fingers move over the keyboard. He looks focused. He swings slightly on the chair again. He is searching for some location…Or maybe he is drawing a graph…Or maybe…

“Your grave” my subconscious says suddenly. I hit my head lightly in frustration.

Wait… He drank water from the same glass I drank from. My eyes widen instantly as the realization hits me. My breath gets stuck in my throat. My heart starts beating faster, louder, as if it wants to remind me again and again what just happened.

“Indirectly kiss ho gayaaaaaa” Kanha and my subconscious sing together.

(Indirectly, it became a kiss)

I gulp hard. My throat suddenly feels dry. Heat spreads on my face and I quickly shake my head, trying to throw those thoughts out of my mind, trying to erase that moment from my memory.

Wait…us ne kaha zaher zaher ko katta hai… us ne mujhe zaher bola, I think and glare at his back.

(He said poison cuts poison… he called me poison)

“Use ke hont par hont rakh de Sita, tera zaher ke taste se mar jaye ga wo” my subconscious suggests.

(Place your lips on his lips, Sita. He will die from the taste of your poison)

Without thinking, I nod my head slightly, agreeing for a second. For the first time, it is saying something useful.

But then my eyes widen in horror. Wait…hont par hont rakhu gi to kiss hi jaye ga…

(If I place my lips on his lips, it will become a kiss)

My whole body stiffens. My face burns with embarrassment. Chiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii… Stawp you both! I shout inside my head, squeezing my eyes shut tightly, trying to silence both Kanha and my subconscious.

My heart refuses to calm down.

“Sleep, Sita. Sleep” I whisper to myself. I close my eyes forcefully. But they open again. My gaze shifts toward his bruised hand.

The bruises look dark. Painful. My chest tightens slightly. He should treat himself first.

“Sita, what are you feeling?” I whisper to myself.

“He is not someone you should care for. He is a criminal. Mafia. Heartless. He gives pain and hardship to others. He doesn’t deserve kindness.

He indirectly creates many problems for my baba…

and he marries me” I remind myself firmly.

My jaw tightens.

I suddenly sit up on the bed with a jerk. My feet touch the floor. I stand up immediately and walk toward the closet. I open it and take out the first aid kit.

“Phir ye kehti hai aap log kuch bhi bolte ho” Kanha speaks.

(And then she says you people say anything)

“Maine to pehle hi kaha tha, is Sita ki gandi nazar hai apne pati par” my subconscious snaps.

(I already said, this Sita has bad intentions toward her husband)

I can feel her. I can feel her cursing me silently. I can feel her making faces while looking at me. Even without seeing her, I know.

I keep my eyes on my computer screen, focusing on my work. My fingers move over the keyboard but my mind is not completely here.

She asks me to eat dinner with her. And that day… she cries for me. Her eyes say everything. But why? Why does she cry for me?

I come out of my thoughts when I see her shadow stop in front of me. I slowly look up. She stands in front of my table. She places the first aid kit on the table.

Her eyes stay fixed on the ground. She does not look at me. Not even once. But my eyes are fixed on her. I watch her quietly. Her fingers open the first aid kit slowly.

“Y… your bruises” she says, her voice hesitant.

Something inside my chest shakes slightly. I do not move. I place my injured hand on the table in front of her. My eyes stay on her face. Not moving. Not blinking.

She takes the cotton. Her fingers tremble slightly. She starts wiping my bruised knuckles slowly.

“You care for me?” I ask calmly, tapping my foot slowly on the floor. Her hand stops for a second. Just one second.

“I don’t” she says quickly. A chuckle escapes my mouth.

“Your Kanha will punish you for lying” I speaks. She immediately presses the cotton harder on my knuckles.

“He’ll punish you because you are sinister” she says quietly. I nod my head slightly.

“And you are sinister’s wife” I replies.

She presses the cotton harder again on my hand. This time harder than before. Her anger is clear. Her denial is clear.

She is different.

She looks up slowly. Her eyes finally meet mine. For a moment, she freezes. I can see her gulping slowly. Her throat moves nervously. Her fingers tighten slightly around the cotton.

She moves closer to my face. I stay still. I adjust myself on the chair, sitting more comfortably. I let her do whatever she wants. I am enjoying the treatment.

She applies medicine on my forehead. Then she moves to my cheek. She applies medicine on my chin.

I close my eyes slowly. Her hair brushes slightly against my face. The soft strands tickle my skin. Unknowingly, I take a deep breath.

Something inside me calms down. I don’t know what it is. I don’t know why it happens. But it does.

Her warm fingertips move over my skin. It makes me want to sleep peacefully. It feels like she is doing black magic on me. If yes…Then I am enjoying it.

My eyes open when she suddenly shuts the first aid kit hard. The sound breaks the moment.

I look at her. She does not look at me. She turns around immediately. She walks toward the closet. Her steps are fast.

She comes out after a moment. She walks to the bed and lies down quickly, covers herself with the blanket completely, turns her back toward me.

Should I go on missions daily to get these marks?

“Zayran” I call myself very slowly. I blink once. Then I look back at my screen. I focus on my work again. I get all these cuts and marks because I go out to find Raze.

But I fail. He is really sharp-minded. I must say. No one has seen him till now. Everyone says he is really powerful. And I want to see his power badly. I want to see what he can do against me.

I try to trace his location. But it is hard. I don’t even know if the information I am getting is right or wrong. Because I don’t trust anyone in this matter. I have to find everything on my own.

“Hmmm” I say and cut the call. I take the last puff of my cigarette slowly. The smoke fills my lungs. I exhale it calmly.

Then I throw the cigarette on the ground and crush it under my shoe. I turn around to walk inside the mansion. But I stop.

Chachu is standing there. He is looking at me. His eyes are filled with betrayal. This oldie. He is angry with me. Because I don’t invite him to my wedding.

He walks out of the mansion for his work without saying anything. I shake my head slightly.

“Aghhhh” I groan in frustration when my eyes caught Laksh walking toward me. I immediately turn around to walk away.

But before I can escape, he jumps on my back from behind.

“Kamine!” I shout angrily, trying to push him away.

(Idiot!)

But he pulls me into a side hug tightly. “Saale, mujhe batana bhi zaruri nahi samjha tune itni badi baat” he says angrily. I give him a side eye.

(You didn’t even think it was necessary to tell me such a big thing)

“Mujhe sala bol bol kar apne dil ko thandak mat de” I say calmly and walk toward the chair.

(Don’t calm your heart by calling me brother-in-law again and again)

I sit down on the chair comfortably. He chuckles. Then he sits beside me.

“Tune kab hack kiya us mafia ka sara chittha… aur manna padega, use police me pakadwa kar tune 50 crore jeet liye… us mafia ko to khabar bhi nahi hogi ki iske piche tu hai” he says laughing loudly.

(When did you hack all the records of that mafia… and I must say, by getting him arrested through the police, you won 50 crore… that mafia probably doesn’t even know that you are behind it)

He keeps laughing. He hits my back repeatedly. I shake my head slightly. Then suddenly… My eyes fall on the balcony. She is standing there. She is talking to someone on the phone.

The sunlight is touching her skin softly. She is wearing a lavender-colored suit. Her hair moves slightly with the wind. The sindur in her hairline…It makes her look…

She is…

She is looking tense. Her eyebrows are slightly furrowed. Her fingers grip the phone tightly. She looks worried.

“You love her” Laksh asks suddenly. His voice is serious now. I don’t look at him. I keep looking at her.

“I don’t” I say. He pats my shoulder slowly.

“Okay, I believe you. You married her and didn’t harm her till now… why?” he asks again. I take a deep breath slowly.

My eyes do not leave her face. She is still standing on the balcony. Still talking on the phone. Still looking tense.

I do not reply to his question. Because there are many things… Which I myself don’t know. I stay silent.

“You both are dating?” I ask him suddenly, finally looking at him. He looks away immediately. A shy smile appears on his face. His ears turn slightly red. Shy bastard.

“Yes, we are” he says softly. I roll my eyes.

I get up from the chair and start walking inside the mansion. “And soon I am going to propose to my ishu for marriage” he says excitedly.

I nod my head slightly. I am happy for him.

“Shadi ho gi hamari, bacche ho ge hamare” he sings happily.

(We will get married, we will have children)

I hit him with my elbow lightly. He laughs. We both suddenly stop walking. My eyes fall on Grover. He is standing near the corner. He is talking to Tara. That helper. The one who is close to my wife.

He is holding her hand. He is talking shyly. I shake my head slightly.

I walk toward my office room. Laksh follows behind me. He keeps talking about his relationship continuously. His voice is excited. Happy.

“I can’t do anything right now!” Fernandes shouts angrily. His voice echoes inside the dark room. He is standing in front of two other mafias.

“But why are we trying to kill Zayran now?” one of them asks with a smirk.

He looks relaxed. The other mafia looks at him in confusion.

“Everyone knows Raze is here” Fernandes says slowly. His voice is calm now. Dangerously calm.

“And when Raze can kill Ethan, there is no doubt that he will not leave Zayran alive” He pauses. His lips curl into a dark smile.

“Soon… he will kill Zayran too” The other two mafias nod their heads slowly. Understanding the opportunity.

“But who is Raze?” one of them asks seriously. His eyes narrow. “We have to find him” he continues. “And help him to kill Zayran”

“We have to find him. We should take help from Anil Tiwari” Fernandes says suddenly, smiling darkly.

“Zayran married his daughter forcefully. Anil’s daughter will help us for sure”

The other two mafias glare at him angrily.

“She will not help us” one of them says harshly. “Because you tried to kill Anil. We told you before, Fernandes. Don’t do anything to Anil. But you never listen to us!” He shouts loudly.

Fernandes grits his teeth tightly. His jaw clenches. His fists tighten.

“I came to know something” Fernandes says suddenly. His voice drops to a whisper.

“Raze is someone related to Zayran” Both mafias freeze. Shock appears on their faces. Their eyes widen.

“Who?” they ask immediately. Their voices are filled with curiosity. And excitement. Fernandes smirks slowly.

A dark.

“We have to find out who Raze is” he says calmly. “And we all know how his relationship is with his family”

The other two mafias smirk. They already understand. They already start planning. Planning to help Raze. Planning to help him kill Zayran.

Kon kon extra class gaya tha aaj?????(Jale par namak dalti hui sanaaaa???♀?)

How was the chapter?????

Fav part?????

Ham logo ki hai na dukan hai mere father ki like journal store type aur Ramzan aa raha hai to alag alag saman dukan me rakhte hai ham log like khajur aur dusri cheezen to kal bahut sara saman ek sath aa gaya tha aur adha saman Ghar pe rakhna pada.

Aur in sab kaam ki wajah se main bahot thak gai thi aur late bhi ho gai is liye chapter na likh pai na update kar pai aur aaj ka aadha din bhi yahi me gaya.

Mai bas aap logo ko reason bata rahi hu ki kuin nahi dala Maine chapter kal ?? (itni se baat ke liye kitna lamba likh dia maine ????)

Aur jis jis ne kaha hai ki mai extra class ke liye gai hu ??dekho...dekho... kaam se chutti nahi milti extra class kia jau gi aur koi sath Jane wala bhi to hona chaiye na ???? (dard hua dard hua dil ko thoda dard hua)

Maine kitne time se aap logo ke comments ka acche se reply nahi kia hai yawrr sowryyy?? aur is liye kuch logo ne comment karna hi band kar dia?? aaj se try Karu gi comments ka reply dene ka??

Chapter update karna ka koi fix time nahi hai is story me. To aap log morning me check kia karo ya to phir raat me 2 ya 1 ke bad. Mai abhi time fix Karu gi jald hi.

Kal milte hai phir bye byeee ummmahhh??????