"Who is your boss?" Anirudh questioned for the twentieth time, digging his scalpel one more inch deeper in the man's chest.
I glanced at the clock: 2 a.m. It's been an hour since we started torturing him, but still there's no response.
"It's time for your heart..." Anirudh exclaimed calmly with his evil smirk.
"Sarkar! Inspector ka call." The sentry handed me my phone.
"Boliye" I said.
"Hukum sa, the shooter admitted your rivals name. He plotted everything and we're heading to his house." He explained.
"Okay!"
Anirudh lifted his brows with a questioning glare. I stood up from the chair, took off my long coat, cap and rolled my cuffs.
His silence adding fuel to my anger."What about that shooter?" Anirudh questioned.
"Later..."
I put a finger inside the cut and the man hissed in pain. Both of us smiled.
"You gonna answer or die?" I asked.
"D...d...ie..." He finally answered.
"He blamed my wife, he called her a curse. He manipulated everyone so I need his tongue out. QUICKLY!" I ordered.
Anirudh took his tweezers and that motherfucker's eyes broadened with fear. He struggled and tried to open the metallic cuffs attached to the strecher.
"Just spit out your boss's freaking name, you asshole! I'm giving you a last chance..." Anirudh said, clenched his jaw.
Off-duty, he is as scarier as devil and On-duty, he is as merciful as god.
"I...I don't know, he never met me in person..." The man said, his voice trembled as he looked into Anirudh's eyes.
I punched his mouth, he vomitted blood.
"I don't trust you." I admitted and punched again.
"I... I...am... telling the truth... Trust me, Sarkar. Leave me! Just leave me..." He pleaded.
"We'll leave you..." Anirudh said.
"Near the door of hell..." I completed.
"I'm telling you the truth... I have been connected with him through voice calls. Just...leave...m..." He fainted.
"I think he's telling the truth." Anirudh snapped.
I hummed in response. I still need to rip off his tounge though.
"The inspector found the culprit." I exclaimed.
"Who is he?" Anirudh questioned while removing his gloves.
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CURSE- War Of Love
Romance𝓣𝓾𝓶 𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓲 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓸, 𝓲𝓫𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓸... 𝓙𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓪𝓷𝓾 𝔀𝓸 𝓫𝓱𝓪𝓰𝔀𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓱𝓲 𝓱𝓸... 𝓙𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓷𝓪 𝓳𝓪𝓪𝓷𝓾 𝔀𝓸 𝓪𝓷𝓳𝓪𝓪𝓶 𝓫𝓱𝓲 𝓱𝓸... 𝓩𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓰𝓲 𝓴𝓪 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓲 𝓽𝓾𝓶, 𝓪𝓫 𝓴𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓪𝓻 𝓫𝓱𝓲 𝓱𝓸...