How to Catch a Criminal at College

Chapter2- Meeting the partner and her Luggage

This chapter is dedicated to @cute_soul_isha for allowing me to use her name, Thanks!

13 years later

"Well done Blade" his voice rang through the halls.

"Easy shit" I said and took out the small transparent zip-lock packet from my pocket and hand it to him.

I watch as he examines the white cylindrical pills inside. "There's 20g"

"Just like our client asked for" he pats me on the head. "You're dismissed for the night".

I nod and walk away as soon as I can, down the hallway and into my old room.

It's been 3 years since I was last in this room.

I walk in and let out a deep breath which I must've been holding in. I look at the covers of my bed ruffled up, and the window is open- someone is here.

I pull out the gun from my belt and aim at the closet where someone seems to be rambling through the clothes. I hold my gun firmly and open the door, taking a careful step in. I put a finger on the trigger and look around- there's nobod-

Dammit just jinxed it! Someone kicks my legs from the back and thrusts my shoulders back as I fall to the floor with force.

I recover quickly and kick the person's feet causing them to fall on their front and I step on their back with my 3 inch heels. I hold his hands behind his back and pull only to hear the boy scream.

"Who the hell are you woman!" I actually smile at his pain.

"This is my room! The real question is who're you!"

"What in the name of Satan! This is my house!" At that I let his hands go and get off his back.

"Siddharth?! Did you get plastic surgery?"

"No! I'm Abhishek, Abhishek Nigam! Who the hell are you?!"

"Jannat Zubair Ramani, the owner of this room and the right hand of Vengeance-"

"Ugh! Fine I get the memo. I don't want your full bio data, just your name is enough." he gets up and dusts himself off, " so you work for my dad huh"

"I don't work for him... um... technically- yea pretty much" do I work for him? He doesn't pay me. Well... technically it's slavery.

"Alright... whoever you are, Get out of my room."

"Excuse me! This is my room."

"No. It's mine. I've been here for the last 6 months."

"And I was here for more than 6 years!"

"This is my house!"

"It's your dad's. And I'm gonna go sort this out with him!" I start to walk towards the door but he holds me back.

"No. You will not tell him anything" the fear laden in his eyes, watching which, I think I almost smiled. "Now I'm gonna drag you with me!"

He didn't want to come. So naturally I had to drag him, he was on the floor and I dragged him across the floor on his back as he begged for me to stop.

I am merciless. And his screams sounded like music to my ears.

I release his hand as he tries to wipe away the tears laden on his eyes and I gently knock on the huge wooden door.

"You don't understand. My dad- he's a murderer!" At that the edge of my lip turned up and the door opened.

"And I am too" were my last words before I walked in and threw him onto the desk by the collar.