HIS DARK LOVE

Runied

author pov:

In a village near Maharashtra, the landscape is filled with trees and farmland, where the sounds of chirping birds replace the honking of cars typical in a bustling city. The village exudes a sense of tranquility, but this peaceful atmosphere transforms dramatically at night.

In a deserted area, around 30 to 40 men are busy loading weapon crates onto trucks, with over 50 trucks in total. Everyone is focused on their tasks, while a man in his late 30s supervises the operation. He shouts, 

"Hey, you fool! This box goes on that truck—don't mix anything up, or you'll regret it!"

One of the men responds, "Sir, we do this every time you ask, but we don't gain anything from it. We're even hiding this from the villagers."

The supervisor retorts, "Oh, you think you're not getting anything? What about the money you earn from this?"

The man replies, "We admit we're doing this for money. Initially, we thought it was for drugs or alcohol, but now we realize you're exporting weapons—latest models that aren't even available in the market. We're scared if something happens to us, who will take care of our families? Please don't call us again."

The others agree with him. The supervisor warns, "I'll have to inform Adthiya sir. If he finds out you've refused his orders, you know what will happen. Remember your friend who went missing? He wasn't missing; Adthiya kidnapped him for leaking information about his deals to his enemies. Do you have any idea what happened to him?"

Everyone shakes their heads in confusion.

"He was killed in a brutal way. The police couldn't even find his body, and Adthiya forced his wife and daughter into prostitution," he says with a sinister laugh.

The group is horrified by the fate of their friend and realizes they don't want to face a similar situation. They quickly resume their work. 

"I'll ask for more money this time. Now, get to it; Adthiya sir is on his way," he commands.

At Mumbai airport,

 a girl walked in with a worried expression on her face, her features obscured by a mask and a cap. She was fully covered and dragging two suitcases behind her, entering the airport in a state of panic. She kept glancing over her shoulder, checking if anyone was following her. Once inside, she waited anxiously for someone, repeatedly dialing a number on her phone, her body trembling with fear.

"Please God, don't let him catch me. Save me just this once," she prayed, closing her eyes tightly.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and she screamed in terror as someone covered her mouth to silence her.

"Hey, hey, it's me, Ajay! Why are you sweating like that?" he chuckled, causing her to remove her mask and reveal herself as Deepa.

"Ajay, you think everything is a joke. If Adthiya finds out what we did, he'll definitely kill us," she said, panic evident in her voice.

"Oh come on, he won't kill you because you're his beloved sister, but I'm not so lucky; he might kill me and my family," he replied, tears welling in her eyes.

"Finally, my baby knows how to cry?" he teased, earning a glare from Deepa.

"Don't worry, what we're doing is for the good of both my brothers. If Bhai tries anything with you or your family, I'll be there to protect you, I promise. So just stay calm," he reassured her.

"I'll also deposit some money into your sister's bank account to help with your family's financial issues. Did you inform her about your absence?"

"Yes, I told her I wouldn't be able to contact her for six months due to a business trip and that I'd put some money in her account," she confirmed.