Thakur's Healer | 18+ ✅

19. Dhanraj punishes Himself

Dhanraj POV

"Bhaiya ji, kadak bana hai. Dekhiye hum lakdi pe maar ke dikhate hai."

"Bhaiya ji, the product came out to be amazing. Let me show the demonstration on the wood."

The owner of the arms shop showed me the belt that I had asked him to prepare.

He lifted up the belt it the air, and struck it on the wood surface close to him. The spikes were so sharp that the wood parts drew out of the surface, getting entangled with the spikes.

"Manjle thakur, isse kisi ki chamdi mat udhediyega nahi to mar jayega saala. Tabhi mariyrga jab chahte ho ki maut aa Jaye samne Wale ko."

"Manjle thakur, don't hit anyone with it if you are not wishing to kill him, this will hit the person so hard that he would die instantly."

He informed me, cleaning the spikes of the drawn wooden pieces, with utmost care. The spikes were actually quite sharp, that it could hurt someone if touched by naked fingers.

"Bohot moti chamdi ka aparadhi hai, jaldi nahi marega saala!"

"The culprit has got quite a thick flesh, he won't die easily."

I groaned, as the owner began packing the belt in a bag safely, after intertwining its spikes together, so that they don't tear away the bag in which the belt was carried.

"Don't let Bhaiya or Jai know about it. That's my personal issue."

I instructed them, to which they nodded.

Placing the bag on the backseat safely, I drove straight to the mansion. All the way, I kept inhaling and exhaling deeply, anticipating the pain that was coming to me.

My gypsy finally stopped before the mansion, and I gazed the humongous doors with eerie sensations.

Just in case I die after this, Ragini must get a better man and a wonderful life. Please Narayan, do this much for me, for your long lost devotee.

I prayed within my heart, and climbed down the gypsy. I handed over the keys to a guard, who would park it in the garage.

I walked directly into the room, with the bag in my hand, where I found her lying on the bed, on her tummy, reading some book, with her legs swinging in the air, and her melodious voice filling up the room, as she was humming a song.

Her saree's lower end had fallen on the bed, uncovering her calf and ankle region. Her bell clad anklets were adding music to the melody she was crooning. An impromptu smile began dancing on my lips, witnessing such an angel being in her 'happy' mode.

"Thakur ji!"

I came out the intoxication that her presence was providing me, to respond to her.

"What were you smiling at?"

She asked, straightening up and settling her unkempt saree.

"You were looking cute."

I admitted, strolling to her, but not before placing the bag on the table.

"What's in that?"

She enquired, when I took place beside her.

"A gift for me." I replied, wavering my uncertain gaze.

"For you?" She asked, and gawked at the bag before muttering

"Okay!" She licked on her lower lip.

"Jaana" I held her hand between mine, startling her a little "I know you keep saying that you've already forgiven me, but I don't think I will ever be able to stop myself from apologising to you."