𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑.71

D h r i t i

“Who are you? Why did you try to kill my brother? Who sent you here? Open your fucking mouth!” I shouted as the man in front of me remained silent. For the last thirty minutes, I’ve been asking who is he and why he tried to kill my brother but he is not opening his mouth. The rage filled in every nerve of me.

“You will not open your mouth, right? Then fucking die,” I was about to stab him with a knife that is in my hands but Chris stopped me.

“Calm down, Riti,” Chris said taking the knife from my eyes.

“How can I Chris? This fucker tried to kill my brother, my everything. He needs to die,” I gritted.

“I know. But your rage can’t make him say the truth.” Chris said. He is right, I should calm myself.

“Look, say the truth otherwise it will be difficult to control her,” Chris said to him.

“I will not open my mouth. She can kill me if she wants!” he shouted back.

“Who told you I’m going to kill you? You can’t die that easily. A while ago my mind was filled with rage but now I’m totally in a mood to torture someone,” I said as I took the pliers.

I walked to him dragging a chair and placing it in front of him. I sat in the chair and leaned a bit to look at his eyes, it was fearless.

“You’re not afraid, right?” I asked him in a very calm voice.

“Yes.” He said looking at my eyes. I nodded my head as I peeled off his nail using the pliers in my hand and he screamed.

“Now say,” I said and he shook his head. I proceeded to take another nail and he again screamed. His hand is covered with blood.

“I will say, I will say.” He said with a shivering voice.

“Very good,” I said.

“Say, who sent you here?” I asked him.

“No one sent me, I came here on myself for killing your brother.” He said and I frowned. He is not lying.

“Why did you try to kill him? What do you have to do with my brother?” I asked.

“Riti, I think I can handle him,” Chris said giving me a mindful of doubts.

“Why? Oh- so she doesn’t know the true colour of her brother? If I had known this earlier I would have said the truth beforehand.” The man in front of me said. Trues colour of my brother?

“What do you mean?” I asked him.

“You want to know why I tried to kill your brother, right?” He asked and I nodded my head.

“Because he killed my father, he destroyed our entire family. We’re in deep bankruptcy. My family is rotting in the streets of London. It’s all because of your brother that’s why I wanted to kill him.” He said, his voice straining with rage. 

This can’t be. . . true. My brother. . . No.

“No. You’re lying. Tell the truth otherwise—”
“I’m not lying. Your brother killed my father and completely destroyed our family. Not only our family, he destroyed so many other families. He is a Russian Mafia. He is not what are you thinking. For you maybe he is a perfect brother, for the world, he may be a brave journalist but he is a devil who doesn’t feel anything for anyone. He is a fucking sociopath. He had already taken 30 lives and destroyed many families like he destroyed my family. Everyone says that he is doing justice to poor people. But they didn’t get he was in the mafia. He is doing this all for money. Otherwise, what did my family do to him, my dad did to him or others.” His words made me freeze in my place. I was in complete shock, unable to fully process the words that were coming out of his mouth.