Concealed with Obsession

33. Qaatil

Aise zaruri ho mujhko tum
Jaise havaaien saason ko
Aise talaashun main tumko
Jaise ki pair zameeno ko

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Patiala, Punjab

Akaal's pov

Sher khatarnak hota hai.

Uski biwi aur bache pe aoge toh qaatil hota hai.

"Are you sure you are not involved in this mom?" I asked her with a straight face.

"Akaal are you out of your mind. How can you blame your own mother!!!"

"The same way you knew that Noor worked under us and you did not tell me about that when I was after her."

"What could have I told you huh?!" She said loudly as she got up from the bed.

"It was first time I saw you smiling. First time ever. And that too you were interested in a girl. You never looked at anyone. Never. You looked at her. You wanted her. You were even ready to leave me for her. If I had told you about her, maybe you would have stepped back and-"

I laughed.

"She was mine the moment I laid my eyes on her mom. Her past never mattered to me. But you-"

"You did not tell me anything. And now you want me to trust you were not the one after her. But trust me mom, if I find you were anywhere near, I would myself make sure you meet dad in hell." and with that I left the room with a bang.

I wanted to break everything here but I will do much worse.

I picked up my car keys and drove somewhere.

Fury consumed me as I gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles white against the dark leather. The highway blurred beneath me, a chaotic blur of speed and recklessness matching the storm raging within.

Grief and rage intertwined, along with cyclone that tore through my soul. The pain of losing my wife and daughter was a relentless weight pressing down on my chest, suffocating me with its intensity.

Tears streaked down my face, unnoticed amidst the torrent of emotion. Each passing mile fueled my anger, a desperate attempt to outrun the haunting memories that plagued my mind.

The roar of the engine echoed the fury that pulsed through my veins, a primal scream of anguish and disbelief. I pushed the limits, weaving between lanes with reckless abandon, oblivious to the danger that lurked just beyond the headlights.

Every twist and turn of the highway mirrored the turmoil in my heart, a chaotic dance of pain and rage. The world outside became a blur, a backdrop to the tempest raging within me.

In that moment, the rush of adrenaline and the pounding of my heart drowned out reason. I was a man driven by grief, propelled forward by an insatiable need to escape the emptiness left in the wake of their absence.

Forcefully I was stopping the tears from rolling down my cheeks but, I know what I have to do now.

Akaalpreet Singh Virk will not stay quiet.

DEFINITELY NOT.

I pushed the accelerator harder, seeking an escape from the overwhelming emptiness that gripped my soul. Each passing mile marker was a fleeting reminder of the life I had lost.

The rush of wind through the open windows offered little solace against the storm raging within me.

As the highway stretched endlessly before me, a dense forest loomed on the horizon like a beckoning shadow. Without hesitation, I veered off the road, the tires crunching gravel as I plunged into the sanctuary of trees. The sudden shift from the open road to the shelter of the forest felt like diving into a refuge of solitude, a place where my grief could unravel in private.

The car jostled over uneven terrain, branches scraping against the windows as if protesting my intrusion. Yet, I pressed on deeper into the wilderness, seeking solace in the isolation of nature. The rhythmic thud of the engine echoed the steady pulse of my heart, both beating in unison with the ache of loss.

Amidst the canopy of trees, the shadows danced like ghosts, casting fleeting glimpses of light and darkness across my anguished face. Here, in the embrace of nature's solitude, I found a momentary respite from the relentless turmoil that had driven me to this point.

The forest became my sanctuary, a place where I could confront the magnitude of my grief and rage without the harsh glare of the outside world. In the silence of the woods, surrounded by the quiet rustle of leaves and the distant calls of wildlife, I began to find a fragile sense of peace amidst the wreckage of my shattered heart.

In the middle of nowhere, I stepped my foot on the breaks after a high speed.

The air hung heavy with a foreboding stillness, broken only by the distant hoot of an owl or the rustle of leaves stirred by an unseen breeze.

Above, the stars seemed to mock me with their indifferent brilliance, as if oblivious to the turmoil churning within.

Vo bhi mera Noor thi, mera chaand.

Aur Junnu mera taara..

I strode away from the car, venturing into the looming shadows of the forest. The trees loomed like silent sentinels, their gnarled branches casting twisted shapes upon the forest floor. Each step I took was fueled by a desperate need to channel my anguish into action, to confront the injustice that had stolen my loved ones from me.

And then, in the distance, a faint glow beckoned like a distant ember in the abyss. It flickered with a tantalizing allure, igniting a surge of adrenaline and anticipation. Revenge became more than a fleeting thought; it became a tangible path forward, a beacon in the oppressive night.

I approached the source of the light with a steely determination, each step echoing with the weight of anticipation and resolve. The glow ahead seemed to beckon with a sinister allure, casting long shadows that danced ominously around me. I knew what lay beyond, what awaited me in that moment of reckoning.

As I reached out, my hand trembling slightly, I grasped the cool metal knob of the door. The silence around me was deafening, broken only by the sound of my own ragged breaths. With a steadying inhale, I turned the knob slowly, the click of the latch punctuating the tense stillness.

Behind that door lay answers—answers that would either quench the fire of vengeance burning within me or stoke it to infernal heights.

With a final breath, I pushed open the door and stepped into the waiting darkness, steeling myself for whatever awaited me on the other side.

I smiled.

"Kaha tha na, sher khatarnak hota hai, uske biwi aur bache pe aoge toh qaatil hota hai....ab logo ko kaun samjhaaye,

Sher ki biwi kitni qaatilaana hai.."

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