Your fabricated lie

25 - Betrayal

The empty roads allowed me to drive faster than I thought. Gautham was still on call. His voice started quivering when I was getting closer to the destination. Somewhere near the crossroads I have lost connection.

My GPS stopped working and all my calls were blocked. Pulling over to the left, I tried to get Gautham on call but that seemed impossible.

Okay, now I am sacred!

I looked around and it's nothing but complete silence and darkness. Suddenly my GPS turned on automatically and navigated to the graveyard. I zoomed in as the distance was different. I had a few doubts and to confirm if it is true, I tried to open the door. I was unable to open the car door.

That is when I regretted using a Mercedes car. A hacker and midnights are a terrible combination.

Getting my car hacked did nothing but escalated my agitation. Comprehending that eyes are watching me; I chose to act cool and terrific. Restarting my car, I continued the journey to the unknown.

From the day I took up this case, I am not having options to make calls of my own fucking life. Someone is deciding what I should do at this moment and that makes me want to kill Roshini even more.

I stepped on the accelerator and showed my aggressiveness on driving. I reached there and now I am able to open the door.

Ah, This bitch! I cursed her in my mind while stepping out.

'Life is just precious when you know how to live it. Or else, it is a slow walk to the graveyard'. When I was kid my mom kept saying this quote a lot so that I could become successful in life. Back then I didn't know that my success would fuck me up this badly. At this point, I am not even able to moan! It is nothing less than sexual abuse.

I pushed the rusty iron gate with force. Like any other cemetery gates, it made a creaky sound. It would have been a surprise had it not been the case.

I took small strides while walking in and ran my eyes across the place to scan it.  It's creepier than I imagined.

The moment my eyes laid on a cemetery with Aditya's mother's name, I understood getting out of it might get difficult if I don't rush now. All the coolness I had till now went into the drain. A swift U-turn to leave the place was a sign of it. My steps took a sudden halt when I saw a body beside a tree.

GOD! I ran to him. "Karthik?!" I tried to wake him up.

I am not a doctor but the basic pulse points is something I know. I checked his pulse near neck and felt his warm heart beating.

Sighing heavily, "THANK GOD!" I whispered. Just imagine finding your loved ones alive after having a tough time getting over their death news. I was way more than happy to know he was alive.

I continued with my efforts to wake him up by slapping on his cheeks not so gently. Getting out of this negative place was my primary objective but carrying Karthik all by myself is not something I can do. This scene reminded me of the times when we visited the crime scene for the first time and he fainted because of his phobias. Back then, it was day time so I didn't find it difficult to carry him.

"Karthik? … Karthik?!" I was still trying to wake him up. I was instantly not waking him up anymore. I found myself falling back until my head hit the ground. There was this insane force hit on my head with some rod, I guess. Pain shot me from top to bottom. I shut my eyes, holding my head as pain penetrates through every inch of my body.

"URGH!... FUCK!" I muttered a few swear words trying to wish away the pain. The last ten seconds were expected when I started this yet it felt so new and miserable to that point where I felt like killing the one who hit me.

I saw the world in front of me fading away and I already concluded that this is the end of me.

Even at my last moments, I was worried about Karthik and wanted to see that person's face who hit me to death. I tried to pull out every ounce of my energy to see who the asshole was.

Got to see that person after a lot of effort. Though it was blurry as I had tears in my eyes, I cracked who it was. The toxicity and the betrayal from him radiated enough for me to see who it was despite the darkness, my pain and tears in my eyes.

OKAY! Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce the fucking asshole of the century, MR. VIKRAMADITYA!