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Chapter 57 - The Aftermaths

!!TRIGGER WARNINGS!! (mild)

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Halting at one of the topmost floors, the elevator door opened, revealing to them a grand, lavish corridor, full of light yellow-coloured mini lights and a lot of flowery plants and climbers. A few steps ahead they were standing in front of the Penthouse Apartment that Drishti had bought as a property asset. Because Abhimanyu refused to return to his family-owned properties and didn't have any other place to go, this apartment would serve well as a safe shelter, or so thought Drishti.

Abhimanyu and Muskan, covered in splashes of blood, entered the deluxe, exclusively well-prepared apartment and inserted the card key into a scanner to switch on the electricity flow into it. Regardless of the circumstances, the harsh truth was that both of them were home after committing murders of not just one, but two humans. The legal repercussions would be ruthless, and they were not in a condition to think about their future at the moment.

Back in a secluded area of the ground floor's parking lot, two dead bodies lay in a closed van while the surrounding floor was bathed in thick, half-dried blood. The other two responsible for them were busy collecting themselves after a horrifying event.

They entered one of the rooms to find a fresh wardrobe and other supplies already prepared for Abhimanyu. It was as if they had entered a home that had already been occupied and lived in. Everything was in place.

"You... You should change. All the blood on my face was wiped on your shirt..." Muskan said, eyeing the blood stains on his chest as she recalled their hug downstairs.

Abhimanyu sighed. "As if I wasn't already bloodied. Anyway, it was torn this afternoon so no issues. Drishti has arranged a lot of clothes so let's see." He searched for some smaller-sized clothes. "You need to change, too. Here. Wear this." He handed over to her a simple T-shirt and trousers. "Use the washroom here. I'll go to the other room." He concluded and collected his clothes to leave.

Meanwhile, Muskan kept feeling odd about something. It was a clear kidnapping and possibly an attempted murder, too. But who would go to this extent to get to normal, college-going students? What went wrong, and where? How will they explain those murders to the officials? The next morning would be bringing light to her questions, she assumed. After she was done cleaning herself and putting on a new outfit, she called Aashna to inform her of all the happenings of that night. It wasn't something minuscule to keep to herself. She wasn't even at her hostel at that time and was supposed to be at Drishti's place for a sleepover. By his behaviour, Abhimanyu seemed to be familiar with such events but her? Obviously not. No dots could be connected in her favour. She had to inform Aashna beforehand about everything.

As their call ended, Abhimanyu entered the room and noticed Muskan's restlessness. She locked eyes with him and with a wavering voice, uttered, "I... I think I should leave, really. The hostel guidelines-"

"Listen. I've had such people visiting me occasionally. It was probably from either a competitor of my father's business or someone trying to gain something after kidnapping me. You just happened to be with me at that time. I'm sorry to have included you here unnecessarily. I can't even promise that it won't happen again. But for now, this is the safest place, trust me. We'll make sure to stay together and safe, okay? Hostel guidelines are not something to add to your worries right now."

Abhimanyu stepped closer to her, who sat on the bed, clutching her phone close to her chest. He grabbed the corners of both of her shoulders and continued, "Talking about the murders, whatever happens, happens tomorrow morning. Let's deal with it later. For now, calm down, okay?" He gave a gentle press to her shoulders to transfer an assuring companionship to her senses.