TRISHA                    

I adjust in my seat and glance at the speedometer, which reads 120 km/h. We've already exceeded the speed limit, and by the evening, dozens of fines for breaking traffic rules will definitely be waiting for us at home.

Brother has been awkwardly quiet since we left the police station. I want to give him so many apologies and justifications for leaving London before completing my education. But he hasn't asked me anything, not even when I crashed into his workspace and hugged him abruptly. He was astonished, but certainly not pleased. Maybe because he was the only one who believed in me and wanted me to be a lawyer, but I let him down. My palms are sweating, and so many words are on the tip of my tongue, but I can't bring myself to say anything.

I considered going home first, but I know I will lose control in front of my mother and will undoubtedly blurt out everything that has happened, which is the last thing I wanted. Going to my brother was the greatest option at that time. He has always given me confidence. He always wanted to be a businessman, but he dropped out of college in the middle for reasons he never discussed. Father was so upset with him that he didn't even let him visit the company. However, he never conceded defeat. He studied hard and eventually became an IPS officer , a famous one.

He has been handling so many high-profile cases. Today, he has been all over the media for arresting Vishwa Bajwa. Vishwa Bajwa isn’t just any person. He is the Vishwa Bajwa—a celebrity and business tycoon. Even Annie and my other college friends couldn’t stop simping over him. What crime could he possibly commit?

Scratch it. It’s none of my business.

I glance outside the window and goosebumps erupt over my skin as I see the home coming closer.

Come on, Trisha. This is not the time to get nervous. I started fidgeting with my fingers, an old habit I developed whenever I was nervous. 

“You know how to explain it to dad. Don't you?”
My brother asks while his focus is still on the road. His unexpected question catches me off guard, and for a little while I am speechless, but I respond after gathering my thoughts.

“I….I actually…. the study was really tough. I don't think I could clear the exams.” My words are a mere whisper but still audible.

“Explain whatever the reason you have to dad.”
His voice stern. My gaze scans his face but there is no expression to grasp.
I don't know what could have possibly changed in my absence over the past three years.

I nod slightly and the car enters our private lands. Dad purchased this property on the outskirts of the city since mum had always desired a dreamy house in the middle of the green lanes. When that house comes within my field of vision, unwelcome tears rise up in my eyes.

All the precious memories come rushing to my mind. The little fights with my brother, the Diwali and Holis we spent together, the day I protested against my parents to go to London. I still remember my mother's tears and my father's withering smile. It feels like ages have passed.

The car comes to a stop in front of our manor, and brother exits. I also push the door open and step outside. A servant who  might be a new one because I haven't seen him here before, rushes towards us and bows down. "Bring this lady's stuff out of the car." My brother gives the command and tosses him the key. Without glancing back at me he goes inside.

Okay, he's mad. I realise that, but I also have my own reasons, and I know my parents will understand. This is my house, too. I don't know what is wrong with his attitude.

Take a deep breath, Trisha. You are back here to move on and start anew.

I take a deep breath and follow him inside. My gaze runs in every direction inside the house and when I find that nothing has changed, I feel relaxed. At this hour my parents have their evening tea in the living area so, I directly go there and, yes my guess is correct. They are in the living room, their eyes wide, and their movements come to a stop. Of course, I'm the reason. I manage to give them a smile as genuine as possible. 

“Hi mum. Hi dad.” I wave at them and try my very best to look normal. My mother reacts first and she comes running towards me. Her eyes are glinting and filled with tears. I feel as if someone whooshes out the air inside of me as she embraces me in a strong hug, followed by kisses. Her voice trembles when she says, “ Baby I …. I missed you s..so much. Thank you for coming back.”

I'm done and tired of fighting my emotions. My mother's warmth and sense of belonging soothes me to the point that I lose control over my emotions and let them flow. I don't know when my father joined us and put his palm over my head. He strokes my head gently, this is his way of showing love and affection. He is silent but his actions speak thousands of words.

God this is heaven. No, they are heaven.

                        VISH

“Play a song”. I tell my brother as we drive back home from the police station.

“O…okay.”

Both my brother and my lawyer are awkwardly quiet. They know better than to speak a word when my mood is an inch away from setting the whole world on fire.
The music plays on a loop and the romantic melody drifts me back to her memories. Her hourglass form and the way her lips moved while she spoke. I am curious how it will feel when those beautiful lips work on my length. The mere thought sends the waves of heat in my lower body. I lean back to push the thoughts away as more important things are waiting for me like knowing about her.

Bheegi bheegi sadko pe mein tera intezaar karu…
Dheere dheere dil ki zameen ko tere hi naam karu…

“Is your mood good now?” My brother asked cautiously.

“Not at all. First they let that mother fucker witness escape and now they were ten minutes late to kill him. I am so done with keeping useless shits in my gang.” I tighten my hands into fists.

“But you are singing ?” His voice filled with confusion.

“Oh! I  am singing this for your bhabi.” I answer him, as I sit straight.

As if I have thrown thunder at him, he slams on the brake, and the automobile comes to a halt with a jolt. My head would have struck the front seat if I hadn't used my hands to shield myself.

“Are you fucking insane?” I grumble.

I look at him with malicious intent, but in exchange, they both look at me as if I were an alien.

“What?”

“You are singing for whom?” they gawk at me.

“Bhabi. Give me that look again and I will pop your eyes out.”

“Who is she? Where did you find her and how? Why didn't you tell us earlier?”  Their questions come one after another.

“ I myself saw her this morning.”

Their jaw drops at my words and irritation fills inside me. I understand their shock because they haven't seen me with any woman since college. But it is not as huge as they are making it. I am an adult and I will eventually settle down in the near future . A small family and a beautiful wife. That's all I want. Peace of mind.

“So, she doesn't know that you are into her?”

“I will tell her.”

“What if she disagrees?” Fuckers test my patience.

“She is mine and I will tell her this real soon. No options will be given. End of the discussion. Drive now.” I command because the water is now flowing above my head.

My brother starts the engine again but my good friend still wants to learn a lesson.

“You don't even know the meaning of love. I am really feeling bad for the g….”
Before he can finish his shitty sentence I place a fist on the cheek facing me.

“Ouch….ouch that hurts.” He winced in pain.

“You get all your answers. Don't you?” I smile.

“Fuck you.” He cursed.

“I am not into boys.” I state simply and close my eyes.  I know that love is a subject I am not good at but that doesn't mean I can't have a girlfriend.

The car pulls up to my private farm house, which serves as more of a base for me. All of my unlawful activities are handled from here. I get out of the car and storm towards the backyard. As I enter the farm house two thick bodyguards follow after me. With each step I take, the lives of the bastards grow shorter. I forward my hand and one of the guards hands me a loaded gun. I have trained then so well that they can understand my orders just by looking at me.

When my gaze lands on the two bastards tied on the chairs my blood turns lava. I spend so much time and money on training these bastards only to get disappointed.

“ Because of you fuckers I have to go to that suffocating police station and endure the attitudes of a pussy officer.”

My words, calm but have a dangerous edge to it. The two did not utter a word because they know very well that a single word can become the reason for their painful death. 

"But a good thing happened too because of it. That's why I am not in the mood for bloodshed today.” I state further.

My words bring a shine of hope in their eyes and this is the thing I hate most. Giving hope to those who don't deserve it.

“Nikhil, If we boil someone alive. The blood will not come out, correct?" I speak with my focus fixed on them.

“Probably not. Let me do a quick search on it.” Nikhil fishes out his phone and begins typing whatever he wants to know about my idea.  I watch their eyes, which were once gleaming with optimism, now shrinking with terror. They are sweating like hell and silently pleading for their life.

“Brother this will be too much. Please don't.” My brother takes their side, his eyes soft and humane.  A quality I will never have.I sigh deeply and strive to overcome my inner demons. I fight the impulse to become a monster.

I stride towards them “For my brother I will give you both two options.Option number one is an easy death, whereas option number two is a horrible death. I show them two fingers. Choose one of the fingertips.”

“E….eas…y d..death Pl…please sir.” One of them finally speaks. I get satisfaction when I see him breaking down. It is how I handle problems. When you fuck with me, you have no choice but to die. 

“ Aniket, Go inside the house and don't look back.” I order my brother and he obeys. He always does. This world is not for him. I will never let the darkness of my world overshadow his sunshine.

When he finally walks inside, my focus returns to them. “As I said before I would not shed blood today, so Nikhil will do the job for me.” I toss the gun towards him.

His eyes gleam with the yearning for blood, as though I've given that idiot a diamond.

“I've wanted to vent my rage since the time you hit me.” his voice fills with excitement as he positions the gun at them.

“Ask their last w….” .My words cut short by the sound of two gunshots at the same time, which boom throughout the entire property.

“You should have at least listened to their last request?” I rake my hand through my hair in frustration.

He rolls his eyes and earns a glare from me in return.

“Forget it.” I huff. I don't want any more drama.

“Remember to dispose of their remains and pay money to their relatives every month. They were idiots, but they were still my people.”

I order one of my men. People work with us because they are unqualified for a respectable job, and I am not one of those fuckers that takes advantage of someone’s situation. They are dead but still as a boss their families are my responsibility.

“I really can't understand you. Why did you kill them in the first place then?” Nikhil takes out a cigar and a lighter.

“They were wrong, not their families.” I answer as I snatch the lit cigar from his hands.

“Do something for me. I want each and every little to little detail about that kiddo. What was his name again? Ah! Yes, Tanmay Malhotra.”

“It will be done by the night” He takes over the task.

“The sooner the better.” I give him a serious look.

My thoughts again run to her like she is a drug for them. She better be his sister. I will lose my Sanity if she isn’t. She can't be with anyone else except me.

"Get me his address first. I wanna pay him a surprise visit."

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