The Brutal Beast ✔️

Part 32

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I know he is an evil person and I know that he would not hesitate to kill anyone but somehow I wanted all to be wrong. I don't want to trust my ears who heard that he would kill me as soon as he found out that I stole the map. But there is no going back after all I am at the Boss' house and I am a mere member of his territory if not my status as Manik Malhotra, the Boss's possession. 

I still lay on my bed pretending to sleep so that Manik would not disturb me. Earlier I felt sleepy but now I am done with all the rest. I want to protect myself and run away from this place. This time I don't care if anyone needs to know my identity or if my parents get their justice. I understood that I am playing with the fire and I have to be careful. There's no point in trying to bring Manik to his sense about his murder hobby, and if I even think about it I can clearly imagine myself getting shot like that innocent man down the alley. 

I heard Manik's footsteps into the bedroom and I shut my eyes as tight as possible. He walked into the room and locked the bedroom door while speaking on his phone. I slowly peeked from my eyelashes out of curiosity and saw him throwing his jacket on the floor. Yeah, now that Manik killed his special laundry man who will look after his clothes? Manik should have thought that before proceeding with his act. Actually, he will be replaced by some other worker as this monster has no emotion. My thoughts came to an end as soon as I heard the clicking sound of the gun. 

Manik locked his gun and went towards his huge painting in the room. Will shoot his painting or admire it like a self-centered man? But his next movement shocked me to the core. Manik twisted the lion's head in the painting and opened a secret door from the painting.

What the hell? 

All these days I was thinking it was just a painting but it is a secret locker! Manik kept his gun inside it and closed the door which made it look like a flawless painting once again. How many more secrets should I know before my head can explode? 

Manik started removing his vest and throwing it down on his way to take a shower and retire his night. I need a second to swallow this new revelation. That scary painting of himself is his secret locker which I am pretty sure nobody except him knows.

 My body felt sore lying on the bed all day without sleeping and I badly need to move. But what if Manik doesn't agree to it? Wait, from when did I listen to Manik anyways? This is my life and I have all the right to live it. 

I slowly rose up from the bed and tightened the robe on my body securing it in the place. I felt irritated finding the used jacket on the floor. No matter how weak I feel I am still a princess and I do not tolerate untidiness. I picked Manik's jacket from the floor with my toes and threw it in the laundry basket. It's literally a few feet away and the dude got ego issues! I opened the door leading to the garden and took small steps enjoying the calm atmosphere. It was nice to feel the nature after staying inside the room all day. This is the only place that did not make me feel like a prisoner, surprisingly as days passed this garden started looking a lot like the one at my home. Only my ducks are missing!