Thakur's Healer | 18+ ✅

7. Infuriated Bull

Trigger warning : the chapter contains scenes of heavy bloodshed. Viewers discretion is advised.

Dhanraj POV

Settling into the Thar, I drove insanely to Ragini's village. Bhaiya had already sent a fresh pair of clothes to the garage, and I had changed into it.

I wanted to see her once before leaving, but the yearning to tell her how I killed her culprits, was working like fuel for me. Though my destination was an hour away, but I reached there within thirty minutes, since I had driven crazily.

I stepped out of the Thar, and folded my sleeves till three-fourth of my arms. I raked my eyes all around, and a short height teenager boy greeted me

"Pranam, manjle thakur..jeejaji..hehe!"

"Greetings, manjle (middle) Thakur...jijaji...hehe!"

"Tu kaun hai be?"

"Who the hell are you?"

I asked, getting frustrated of his raucous voice.

"I'm Chhuttan. Ragini's brother."

He informed me, and I gritted my teeth, on the mention of her name. Why the hell didn't he call her 'didi'? She was elder to him. I thrashed his head, and he stumbled upon his feet.

"Ragini or didi?"

I bawled at him, and he instantly understood the reason behind my actions.

"Di... didi... Ragini didi!"

He fumbled, and I inhaled sharply, wavering my gaze here and there, to find out those bastards.

"Where is Akash, Sarpanch's son?"

I asked Chhuttan, and he replied, sucking on his crooked lips.

"Abahine seher ke nikle rahe bhaiya...kal sabera tak aa payenge."

"He left for the city just now.... would return tomorrow."

He replied, and I nodded.

"Where are his friends, Chintu, Munna and Lallu?"

I inquired, and he pointed his index finger at the direction of a field.

"There!"

I nodded, and got seated in the Thar again, and drove to the field, parking it at the centre of it, where Chintu was urinating, while humming some vulgar song.

He turned back, zipping up his pants, responding to the sound of gusting dust.

"Arre bhaiya aap... Pranam"

"Oh! Brother, it's you... Greetings!"

I descended from my car, and strolled to him.

"How are you doing? And where is your team?"

I asked, supporting my back to the freshly harvested bundle of wild weeds. I plunged my hand into the pocket, and brought out the packet of ciggerate. I took out one stick, and kept the packet back. Holding the lighter in the other hand, I uncapped it, and adjusted the ciggerate's tip on its flame. It lit up, and I plunged the lighter back into the pocket.

I took a puff, and it smouldered. Fresh smoke escaped my nose and mouth.

"Bhaiya...hehe! They are doing good."

He answered, nervousness etched on his face.

"What were you doing?"

I asked sternly, staring at the sickle, that was kept there, alongside the harvested crop.